<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262685969557657584</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:37:25.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>imjustme</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>arecinos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280926028643314670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUPiNyqSLRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWjzkFpB-rM/S220/DSC04269.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262685969557657584.post-8122069409097573617</id><published>2009-06-10T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T19:28:27.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm running away!!</title><content type='html'>This is something I think every parent expects to hear at least once in their lifetime from their child. But at TWO years old. So a few days ago we were playing outside with the neighbors and I decided that it was time to go inside. When I told Dorian, he proceeded to tell me quite seriously "I am running away!!" I asked to make sure that I was not being deceived by my ears and he said, with even more intensity, "I am running away from home!" It was funny that it said it, but it made me sad. Then, he starts running down the street (in the grass, thank God). He was very intent on running away. After a lot of convincing and some bribery I finally got him to come inside. After a little while I figured out that he had seen an episode of "Little Bill" I think called &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All Together Now&lt;/span&gt; where Little Bill tries to run away from  home. He's seen it so many times before I do not know why he just decided to enact it. Well, I thought that would be the end of that. NOPE! I was wrong. We come in tonight, have dinner, and then sit down to relax a few minutes before we got into our bedtime routine. He grabs a bag that I have hanging on the closet door, opens the closet door and starts filling the bag with toys. I thought nothing about it. The he walks over and kisses my leg. I though "aww. How sweet." Then he opens the front door, says "i'm leaving now" and walks out. What just happened??? I go out after him and he is at the end of the driveway with his little toy bag. Its really cute to sweet especially since all he is wearing are his swim trunks. Haha. I start questioning him and his intentions. He tells me that he was going to the store to live there for a few weeks and that the store has chicken noodle soup for him to eat. He seemed to have it all planned out. I tried to get him to come back inside, but he kept saying that he was leacving. We ended up getting pajamas on and riding around town for a little while. That must have satisfied his need to "run away" because he finally asked to go home. It was the craziest thing ever. I am still in shock. I hope I never hear those words again from him or anyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262685969557657584-8122069409097573617?l=arecinos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/feeds/8122069409097573617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-running-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/8122069409097573617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/8122069409097573617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-running-away.html' title='I&apos;m running away!!'/><author><name>arecinos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280926028643314670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUPiNyqSLRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWjzkFpB-rM/S220/DSC04269.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262685969557657584.post-1038130785418850382</id><published>2009-05-17T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T20:11:47.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New project...</title><content type='html'>Not giving away too much lets just say it involves a video camera....no nothing perverted. LOL When its done I will be sharing it with everyone. I am super excited. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262685969557657584-1038130785418850382?l=arecinos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/feeds/1038130785418850382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-project.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/1038130785418850382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/1038130785418850382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-project.html' title='New project...'/><author><name>arecinos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280926028643314670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUPiNyqSLRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWjzkFpB-rM/S220/DSC04269.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262685969557657584.post-2098669720787472059</id><published>2009-05-11T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:24:41.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy.</title><content type='html'>So much is going on and I have done so much lately. Especially craft projects for my lovely BBC ladies. I won't post pics yet, until I know that they have received them because I don't want to spoil the surprise. But they are great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great Mother's Day!!! I will update soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262685969557657584-2098669720787472059?l=arecinos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/feeds/2098669720787472059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/05/busy-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/2098669720787472059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/2098669720787472059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/05/busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy.'/><author><name>arecinos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280926028643314670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUPiNyqSLRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWjzkFpB-rM/S220/DSC04269.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262685969557657584.post-6088984681851637318</id><published>2009-04-10T21:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:49:15.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The future...</title><content type='html'>So, I just started this interior design course. It looks like its going to be VERY intense, but I am hoping to make it through with at least a 95. And hopefully some good contacts out of it. But anyways, for an assignment that I had to turn in today I had to interview an interior designer (or related professional). So I called a few places, finally got someone but spent the next three days calling back to get the designer on the phone. Well, I was able to meet with her today (thank GOD) and after our hour long interview, which was more like a chat, she basically offered me the opportunity to work with her as her assistant design. It will only start out as part time, which is perfect, and i can "get my foot in the door." Or at least get some experience, while I am in school. So that is all great. She probably wouldn't need my help for a few weeks anyways, but after all this talk and excitement, I am DREADING having to leave the kids with someone. Even if it only 2 days a week. Even if it was just one day, but all day. I don't know how I make peace with that. I love my kids more than anything, but this is an incredible opportunity for me and it would be very stupid for me to pass it up. But I will try to look on the bright side and say that it will work itself out by that time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262685969557657584-6088984681851637318?l=arecinos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/feeds/6088984681851637318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/04/future.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/6088984681851637318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/6088984681851637318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/04/future.html' title='The future...'/><author><name>arecinos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280926028643314670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUPiNyqSLRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWjzkFpB-rM/S220/DSC04269.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262685969557657584.post-1367665864579934926</id><published>2009-04-10T21:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T21:41:57.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 22.</title><content type='html'>Monday is my 22nd birthday. It probably sounds crazy, but I feel like I am turning older than I should be. I mean, it seems like yesterday I met Rosvin and here we are 5 1/2 years later. Time goes by so fast. People that I remember as children are about to be adults. I mean...my baby sitter is 17. I still feel like I'm 17 half the time.  Come on now. ITS CRAZY!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262685969557657584-1367665864579934926?l=arecinos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/feeds/1367665864579934926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/04/turning-22.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/1367665864579934926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/1367665864579934926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/04/turning-22.html' title='Turning 22.'/><author><name>arecinos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280926028643314670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUPiNyqSLRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWjzkFpB-rM/S220/DSC04269.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262685969557657584.post-7583554822220249367</id><published>2009-03-06T22:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:18:50.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>This story is just so...interesting that I do not even know what to call it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the hubby, myself, and the kids were on our way home from out and about today. Well, we were just driving along when the car in front us randomly put its breaks on and in there headlights I saw a little boy walking in the street. And when I say the street I mean a VERY busy, main road. So, DH stops and I jump out and tell him "hey, lets get on the side walk so we don't get hit." I asked him where his parents are, where he lives, and blah blah. He tells me that his mom is at the store, his dad doesn't know he is out and that he is 5!!!! He tells me a few other things, but I don't think I need to share those on here. So anyways, another guys comes up to try to help me get him home, all the while DH is driving along side. After we walk the neighborhood for about 10 minutes the kid gets very nervous and confused and we decided to just call the MPs, but none of us have the number. So after a few minutes of discussion we decide to put him in our car and drive to the station while the other guy follows. We do. Then spend an hour and a half there giving statements and trying to figure out what the hell to do because they had NO reports on a missing kid. Finally, while I was giving my statement someone found the mother. So, when I was done I walk out, see her and the little boy and he immediately tells me that he wants me to meet his mom. I introduce myself and tell her that  I "was one of the people that found him." She said thanks, but not how you would imagine a mother who just found her lost kid to act. I am still freaking out about the situation. I hope the kid is ok. I hope his parents are good to him. I just don't know though. There are a million things running through my head. I just hope that things are ok with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy, huh?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262685969557657584-7583554822220249367?l=arecinos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/feeds/7583554822220249367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/7583554822220249367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/7583554822220249367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='....'/><author><name>arecinos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280926028643314670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUPiNyqSLRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWjzkFpB-rM/S220/DSC04269.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262685969557657584.post-2686643077653081581</id><published>2009-03-01T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:30:25.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wall letters</title><content type='html'>I made this for a swap on babycenter. It is an altered item swap. They came out way better than I thought, especially since this was my first attempt at something like this. I am planning to take down the letters in Dorian's room and do his also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SatgtHMUVII/AAAAAAAAADQ/AahKtOlvUak/s1600-h/DSC06440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SatgtHMUVII/AAAAAAAAADQ/AahKtOlvUak/s200/DSC06440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308442913927353474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262685969557657584-2686643077653081581?l=arecinos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/feeds/2686643077653081581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/03/wall-letters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/2686643077653081581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/2686643077653081581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/03/wall-letters.html' title='Wall letters'/><author><name>arecinos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280926028643314670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUPiNyqSLRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWjzkFpB-rM/S220/DSC04269.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SatgtHMUVII/AAAAAAAAADQ/AahKtOlvUak/s72-c/DSC06440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262685969557657584.post-854202863139574888</id><published>2009-03-01T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:23:16.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure box</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is the "treasure box" that I made for Dorian. He loves it.  And I think it came out great!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/Sate4aBN_2I/AAAAAAAAADA/2Al576yYLL8/s1600-h/DSC06700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/Sate4aBN_2I/AAAAAAAAADA/2Al576yYLL8/s200/DSC06700.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308440908936380258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/Sate4ZpdqqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9xQXlfMifFM/s1600-h/DSC06698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/Sate4ZpdqqI/AAAAAAAAAC4/9xQXlfMifFM/s200/DSC06698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308440908836743842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262685969557657584-854202863139574888?l=arecinos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/feeds/854202863139574888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/03/treasure-box.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/854202863139574888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/854202863139574888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/03/treasure-box.html' title='Treasure box'/><author><name>arecinos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280926028643314670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUPiNyqSLRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWjzkFpB-rM/S220/DSC04269.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/Sate4aBN_2I/AAAAAAAAADA/2Al576yYLL8/s72-c/DSC06700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262685969557657584.post-6053647414284350686</id><published>2009-02-17T18:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:06:35.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update.</title><content type='html'>So much has been going on lately that i have no time for anything, including this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished my fourth class. YAY!!! I am so glad to be done with it. I seriously think my professor hates me and idk why. I do everything just like she says and she still takes off soooo many points. It makes me so freaking mad. But what can ya do?!? Not a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are great as always. Dorian is so close to being potty trained, I can almost...well, i don't have a good expression, but yea. Today he went the WHOLE day with no accidents. I am so glad. Mostly because that means no more toddler poop that I have to clean out of underwear. YAY for me. He did so good today, and was behaving really well and then BAM! he threw up ALL over the kitchen. I have no idea why. He was fine all day and then I sat him down to eat dinner and he wouldn't eat. Then he got sick. I am hoping it was just a fluke. He was a little congested this morning so he could have just gagged on flegm, but I really don't think that is the case. We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elena is walking so well now. Practically running. That girl amazes me. I mean she turned 11 months yesterday and she acts so big. And she is talking SOOO much. She said "duck" and "backpack" today. (thank you Dora.) She can probably say 15 words at least already. (Mama, dudu [thats what she calls Dorian], papa, uh [for uh-oh], duck, backpack, sock, chiche, this, that, yes, mine, bath, night, bye, hi...ok well thats all i can think of but thats 1, 2....16. Wow. Thats incredible. I really need to make some new videos of her and Dorian. She loves "The wheels on the bus" lately and if I sing it or she hears it she tried to do the motions. Absolutely adorable. That is def something I need to record. I will want to see that one day. I am sure of it. I did record her and Dorian playing the other day. They are so sweet to each other and I really hope it stays that way forever. I hope they always have each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...school is going. I just finish my fourth class like I said. Literally, like I just turned my final project in before I got on here. I still have a few "loose ends" to tie up, but not much. And I am really glad its over. I start my next class thursday. Its basic drafting, which under normal circumstances would be great, but these classes are so fast paced that I do not know if it will be as fun as I hope. I cannot wait to be able to just do drafting all day for work. That will be great.  But anyways, this new class is going to break me financially. I got $120 voucher for books each quarter (which is 2 classes for me) and the books for this class are $95 and $157. Are you kidding me. Which mean I am going to have to buy the more expensive one out of pocket, plus the supplies, which are costing me almost $200. And there will be no voucher money left for the next classes books. UGH! I didn't think that it would be this much out of pocket. These classes are only 5.5 weeks long, so I hope that I will need this stuff for every assignment and for future classes. I mean its ridiculous. The class Ijust finish, I had to buy $30 worth of art supplies out of pocket and used them for ONE assignment. I am going to complain about that on the survey for the class. I shouldn't have to pay all of this out of poacket, plus accumulate student loans for the school, so that I use the stuff once. Its retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on to a better subject. I haven't had any time lately to scrap!! I am so sad. But I have got some really great new stuff and a few crafts under my belt. I made these wall letter for a lady on the scrapbooking board on BBC. I think they turned out awesome. I am probably going to dor Dorian's the same way (when I have a chance). I also mod podged this trinket box to look like a treasure box. It looks so awesome. I will post pics of both things as soon as I upload them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rosvin is, if everything works out, which it NEVER does in the Army, going to Ranger school in a few weeks. When that happens I am sure that i will have many sleepless nights that I can "catch up" on all of the scrapping that i haven't been able to do lately. At least it will keep me busy, if this next class doesn't. I really hope things work out so that he gets to go this time and that he passes everything the first time. I hate that he will be gone, but they keep telling us he is going to this and that and then change their minds. I just want him to get it all over with so he can be here with us. If he goes he is going to miss Elena's first birthday and mine birthday. Plus, who know what else. We are going to have her birthday next weekend so that he will be able to be here to at least celebrate. He was in Iraq for Dorian's first birthday. The Army says they care about families, but they don't. They give you what you need to take care of your family, but that you away from them. It like they think they can trade a decent lifestyle for time that you can never get back. Its not easy I will tell you that much. But I won't get into all that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna get off of here for now. My wrist is hurting from being on the compu so long. (I had to redo my entire project)! I will post new stuff later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262685969557657584-6053647414284350686?l=arecinos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/feeds/6053647414284350686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/6053647414284350686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/6053647414284350686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='Update.'/><author><name>arecinos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280926028643314670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUPiNyqSLRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWjzkFpB-rM/S220/DSC04269.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262685969557657584.post-7607289162854096039</id><published>2009-01-25T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T21:23:41.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today was a rough day.</title><content type='html'>I think I will go cry myself to sleep and hope I have a new prospective on things tomorrow. I am super depressed at the moment. Not to mention very confused. I am hoping for some guidance for God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't things just be good all the time. I hate pitfalls in life. UGH!! I am going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262685969557657584-7607289162854096039?l=arecinos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/feeds/7607289162854096039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-was-rough-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/7607289162854096039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/7607289162854096039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/01/today-was-rough-day.html' title='Today was a rough day.'/><author><name>arecinos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280926028643314670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUPiNyqSLRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWjzkFpB-rM/S220/DSC04269.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262685969557657584.post-5946701602198291717</id><published>2009-01-23T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:24:16.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little girls don't stay little for very long...</title><content type='html'>Here is my lil girl walking very well. She just turned 10 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bc5b95b37e5667fa" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbc5b95b37e5667fa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331757689%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D35977F85A09A5A6F945736837A41C78EED5A933E.5EBB1D63ABA6F336AEE90E88B053B546B5D346CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbc5b95b37e5667fa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1xsUD3OXa3q-pra5CfHNBShNa8s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="265" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbc5b95b37e5667fa%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331757689%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D35977F85A09A5A6F945736837A41C78EED5A933E.5EBB1D63ABA6F336AEE90E88B053B546B5D346CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbc5b95b37e5667fa%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1xsUD3OXa3q-pra5CfHNBShNa8s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262685969557657584-5946701602198291717?l=arecinos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=bc5b95b37e5667fa&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/feeds/5946701602198291717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-girls-dont-stay-little-for-very.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/5946701602198291717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/5946701602198291717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-girls-dont-stay-little-for-very.html' title='Little girls don&apos;t stay little for very long...'/><author><name>arecinos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280926028643314670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUPiNyqSLRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWjzkFpB-rM/S220/DSC04269.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262685969557657584.post-1455540993194142415</id><published>2009-01-23T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T08:05:40.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I grabbed my flip video last night to record Elena walking. (She is doing so good.) So I did. Then I decided to look back through them since Rosvin wanted to see what I had recorded. So I show him and then notice there are a LOT of random 1 or 2 second long videos. Almost 40!!! So I start watching and notice that Dorian had filmed them while I was in the shower one day. Most of them are either too short to see anything or too spastic, but there are two that are so cute. Apparently he was trying to record Elena. Its so adorable. So here they are. The first one is Dorian telling Nena to "say Cheese." The second one is what he recorded of her. 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUPiNyqSLRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWjzkFpB-rM/S220/DSC04269.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262685969557657584.post-7608884762813814131</id><published>2009-01-05T08:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T10:21:51.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking.</title><content type='html'>Elena, who is 9.5 months, has been crusing for a while now. For about 2 months. She has taken tons of step, even 5 a few times, but she is pretty nervous about doing it. So today I was sitting on the sofa and Rosvin was in the kitchen making lunch. Elena was using my knee for a support and holding onto my finger. Next thing I know she lets go, which she NEVER does. She just stood there staring at Rosvin. I got his attention and he start motioning her towards him. After about 15 or 20 seconds of standing alone she started walking towards him. She took 4 or 5 steps before she fell on her butt. I jump up yelling "yay" and clapping, while she just stared at me like I was crazy. I am soooooo proud. My big girl. :) She has been doing it all day. Watch out world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262685969557657584-7608884762813814131?l=arecinos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/feeds/7608884762813814131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/01/walking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/7608884762813814131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/7608884762813814131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/01/walking.html' title='Walking.'/><author><name>arecinos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280926028643314670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUPiNyqSLRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWjzkFpB-rM/S220/DSC04269.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262685969557657584.post-8178006138282277336</id><published>2009-01-01T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:53:34.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a scare! :(</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyways. We were all downstairs watching a movie and hanging out, when Dorian decided to go upstairs and get a toy. Next thing I know I hear a HUGE thud, glass breaking, and Dorian starting to cry!!! AHHHH!!! I go running up the stairs yelling for Rosvin to watch Elena, to find Dorian's dresser turned over with all of the draws out and the bottom broken. My heart was racing. Apparently, he had been trying to get this ceramic train off of the top and it fell over. It scared the crap out of him but he wasn't hurt at all. Thank GOD!! He is now banned from going upstairs alone. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a way to start the year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262685969557657584-8178006138282277336?l=arecinos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/feeds/8178006138282277336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-scare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/8178006138282277336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/8178006138282277336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-scare.html' title='What a scare! :('/><author><name>arecinos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280926028643314670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUPiNyqSLRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWjzkFpB-rM/S220/DSC04269.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262685969557657584.post-6365535679800447162</id><published>2008-12-30T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T13:29:27.124-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Challenge...</title><content type='html'>Ok...so here is a challenge for ALL of you. Next time you see someone on the side of the street do something nice for them. We have all seen a person with a cardboard sign with words that we are terrified to have to say about ourselves..."I'm homeless".  So why not do something to help them out. Even the smallest tokens mean more than you could imagine. Something as small as stopping by with a bag of fast food. Before you judge this person look into yourself and ask what would you do if you were in the same situation. And don't think that you will never be there...it happens people. Especially in this economy. And for all kinds of reasons. So do something out of the kindness of your heart. Its amazing how good it is for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a man today with a sign that said "HOMELESS, pray for me." I couldn't contain myself. I was abslutely heartbroken. If you have nothing else to give someone PRAY FOR THEM. In this economy and this time of year, please find it in your heart to help someone in need. Even if they do not appear to be. You could change someone's life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262685969557657584-6365535679800447162?l=arecinos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/feeds/6365535679800447162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2008/12/challenge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/6365535679800447162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/6365535679800447162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2008/12/challenge.html' title='A Challenge...'/><author><name>arecinos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280926028643314670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUPiNyqSLRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWjzkFpB-rM/S220/DSC04269.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262685969557657584.post-1789223812036799226</id><published>2008-12-22T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T17:16:44.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't believe it!</title><content type='html'>So, tonight we were upstairs getting the kids settled for bed...reading books, spending time together and getting ready for bed. Well, Elena has been trying to walk. Taking steps here and there and standing up nonstop. So, she was holding Rosvin's hand and trying to get to me. He let go of her and she walked 2 steps and stopped then walked 3 more!!! She walked 5 steps by herself!! She just turned 9 months less than a week ago. I am sooooo shocked. She will be walking so soon. My big girl!! Dorian walked at 10 1/2 months, which i thought was early!! OMG!!! :) I am so proud!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262685969557657584-1789223812036799226?l=arecinos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/feeds/1789223812036799226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-believe-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/1789223812036799226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/1789223812036799226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-believe-it.html' title='I can&apos;t believe it!'/><author><name>arecinos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280926028643314670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUPiNyqSLRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWjzkFpB-rM/S220/DSC04269.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262685969557657584.post-2400258480658905004</id><published>2008-12-19T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T10:26:50.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And a third.</title><content type='html'>This one is for my MIL. I really hope she will like it although, I am not sure because she isn't into that kind of thing. Put she is always asking for pictures of the kids, so maybe she will be happy with it. Besides, I put 8 extra pics in the pockets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUvmr8mq_UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/123Wg4B_5Do/s1600-h/DSC06043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUvmr8mq_UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/123Wg4B_5Do/s200/DSC06043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281568630699130178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUvmsPklRZI/AAAAAAAAACA/wnKjqMyvQqw/s1600-h/DSC06044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUvmsPklRZI/AAAAAAAAACA/wnKjqMyvQqw/s200/DSC06044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281568635790640530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUvmsoHlihI/AAAAAAAAACI/NQa3-3T8ctw/s1600-h/DSC06047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUvmsoHlihI/AAAAAAAAACI/NQa3-3T8ctw/s200/DSC06047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281568642379909650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262685969557657584-2400258480658905004?l=arecinos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/feeds/2400258480658905004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-third.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/2400258480658905004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/2400258480658905004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-third.html' title='And a third.'/><author><name>arecinos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280926028643314670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUPiNyqSLRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWjzkFpB-rM/S220/DSC04269.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUvmr8mq_UI/AAAAAAAAAB4/123Wg4B_5Do/s72-c/DSC06043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262685969557657584.post-4509518960967974913</id><published>2008-12-18T05:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T05:11:47.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids do the darndest things....</title><content type='html'>This morning I was on the computer checking email and what not. Then I turned around and both kids were at the sofa, where i currently have the scrapbook stuff that i am using for Christmas. I look and notice that Elena (9 mos) has these little star stickers embellishments all over her. They are kind of like rhinestones. At first, I got mad, because Dorian has already messed up about half of the stuff that I bought to used for the paper bag albums, but when i got a good look I couldn't help but laugh. This is what I saw:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUpKR_ByTfI/AAAAAAAAABw/OLxuk0TIefQ/s1600-h/DSC06027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUpKR_ByTfI/AAAAAAAAABw/OLxuk0TIefQ/s200/DSC06027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281115185882484210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dorian then proceeded to tell me that "Nena es boo-ti-pul". 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This one is for my mom. These are such much fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUl7jX9jVVI/AAAAAAAAABg/K1wriuHatCM/s1600-h/DSC06015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUl7jX9jVVI/AAAAAAAAABg/K1wriuHatCM/s200/DSC06015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280887885726438738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUl3SbyIHtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6bej6ttSXcI/s1600-h/DSC06016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUl3SbyIHtI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6bej6ttSXcI/s200/DSC06016.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280883196647972562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUl7jr98B2I/AAAAAAAAABo/jT8s2ELyGHo/s1600-h/DSC06018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUl7jr98B2I/AAAAAAAAABo/jT8s2ELyGHo/s200/DSC06018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280887891096766306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262685969557657584-9034088297898803738?l=arecinos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/feeds/9034088297898803738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-another.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/9034088297898803738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/9034088297898803738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2008/12/and-another.html' title='And another.'/><author><name>arecinos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280926028643314670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUPiNyqSLRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWjzkFpB-rM/S220/DSC04269.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUl7jX9jVVI/AAAAAAAAABg/K1wriuHatCM/s72-c/DSC06015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262685969557657584.post-7858052218937231741</id><published>2008-12-15T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T10:26:18.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So excited.</title><content type='html'>So I have been going crazy trying to figure out what "creative" thing I want to do for my grandmother this year.  I always for something great and I don;t want this year to be an exception. Then, my wonderful neighbor introduced me to paper bag albums. If you have never heard of them, google them. They are AWESOME!! So I made one!! YAY!! I love it. I hope that she does too. I think I will also make one each for my mom, MIL, and maybe my dad. We will see. Either way...I am super proud and excited!! Here is the first one i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUagiWu4T3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/skh14DHA8j0/s1600-h/DSC06000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUagiWu4T3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/skh14DHA8j0/s200/DSC06000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280084125216690034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUagijQwVMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6BT6gsKp-NY/s1600-h/DSC06001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUagijQwVMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6BT6gsKp-NY/s200/DSC06001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280084128579998914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUagi75etkI/AAAAAAAAABA/fV4gPbkD20g/s1600-h/DSC06002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUagi75etkI/AAAAAAAAABA/fV4gPbkD20g/s200/DSC06002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280084135193261634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262685969557657584-7858052218937231741?l=arecinos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/feeds/7858052218937231741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-excited.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/7858052218937231741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/7858052218937231741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-excited.html' title='So excited.'/><author><name>arecinos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280926028643314670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUPiNyqSLRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWjzkFpB-rM/S220/DSC04269.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUagiWu4T3I/AAAAAAAAAAw/skh14DHA8j0/s72-c/DSC06000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8262685969557657584.post-6598776216111559800</id><published>2008-12-13T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T08:32:52.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flooded with thoughts</title><content type='html'>Today is one of those days when you have a million things on your mind and no way to rid yourself of them. Don't you hate it?! I am the kind of person that just kind of withdraws when i feel overwhelmed and I don't want to be that way today. I want to be productive. I need to clean up, make a list for the grocery store, help the hubby pack for PRC, clean that closet upstairs that has been a disaster for months probably, do some school work, plan for Christmas, and finish the presents for Christmas also. Plus I have random things on my mind. Wow...it looks like even more when I write it down. Oh well, I guess I will get off my butt and start doing something. The sooner I get started the faster I will find motivation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8262685969557657584-6598776216111559800?l=arecinos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/feeds/6598776216111559800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2008/12/flooded-with-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/6598776216111559800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8262685969557657584/posts/default/6598776216111559800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://arecinos.blogspot.com/2008/12/flooded-with-thoughts.html' title='Flooded with thoughts'/><author><name>arecinos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03280926028643314670</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x1iGC6E5fxo/SUPiNyqSLRI/AAAAAAAAAAU/YWjzkFpB-rM/S220/DSC04269.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
