<?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-9011746</id><updated>2011-08-01T16:20:59.838-05:00</updated><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Summer'/><category term='Reading'/><category term='hobbies'/><category term='Hot Men'/><category term='Inner Reflection'/><category term='Voting'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Parenting'/><category term='customer service'/><category term='death'/><category term='memorial day'/><category term='war'/><category term='working'/><category term='Knitting'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Dominican Republic'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Vacations'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='jobs'/><category term='Throws'/><category term='Cactus'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Hair Stylists'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>Pensamientos</title><subtitle type='html'>Just my thoughts and feelings about what is going on in my life at that moment. Very Random at times! Hang on it is going to be a bumpy ride!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>145</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-97926114472251620</id><published>2010-02-02T17:19:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T18:45:12.239-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexandre</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I can't tell you how distraught and upset I am right now. I was told today that because of some dumb asses kidnapping kids jeopardized my opportunity to adopt Alexandre. They are going to place him in an orphanage, but they are not sure yet which one. No matter how much I cried and begged it had no affect. I told them I would submit to home studies, could get recommendations from friends, family and coworkers, but to no avail. The Haitian government is not going to do any new adoptions for a year. The Haitian government is putting on a good front of protecting their children, when in all actuality they really couldn't give a damn. If you could see the squalor these children live in, you would know Haiti doesn't care and hasn't cared for a long time. The children are starving, lack receiving any kind of affection and lack any type of education. They are just waiting, but not really sure what they are waiting for. There are sooo many kids here, who are unwanted and/or orphaned. You smile at them and they come running. You give them a hug and they belong to you for life. They just want someone to love them...no toys, no games, just love and affection is all it takes for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the United States and other countries, are raising millions of dollars to help the victims of the earthquake, but where is that money going to go? Is it going to help the Haitian citizens? Is it going to help the babies and children in the orphanages? Or is it going to line the pockets of the Haitian government officials?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alexandre is going to get lost in the "orphan" system and it kills me to thing about it. He already cries when I am out of his sight. He has become just as attached to me as I am to him. I know he is but one child in Haiti, but he is going to be one more child waiting for the unknown. I am not sure if I will be able to keep track of him, in order to adopt him in a year, because they are going to move him once I leave. I can't leave my baby here. I can't leave him to get "lost" in a faulty system. I know there is nothing I can do at this point and I feel helpless and hopeless. I have cried all day and can hardly work. My team is giving me the sad looks and I'm sorries, but it is not making me feel better. I am feeling bitter and resentful that I didn't erect my emotional wall like everyone else did. But looking in the faces of these children, it was impossible for me to do so. I love passing out hugs along with the hurts because it makes it better for the kids. Kids love so unconditionally, that I find it difficult to not love or care for them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on Thursday morning as I board the plane to return to my luxurious life, I have to leave behind the baby that I come to think of as my son, Alexandre. I don't know if I will be able to do it without breaking down. I came to Haiti on a medical mission, but will leave here a very changed person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-97926114472251620?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/97926114472251620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=97926114472251620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/97926114472251620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/97926114472251620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2010/02/alexandre.html' title='Alexandre'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-8033949346507623132</id><published>2009-05-27T09:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T10:44:00.253-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reading'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Books!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everyone who knows me, knows I LOVE BOOKS! I love reading them! I am a voracious reader, probably an addict if you think about it. When I was a kid my mother would take me to the library on Saturday mornings. That was the one "activity" we did together. We would be in the library for hours. I would have 20 books to check out at one time. And I would read them all during the week and would be ready for more the next Saturday. When my daughter started preschool, I continued the tradition of going to the library with her on Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read all kinds of books. It does not matter the genre...Romance (a fave), chick lit, mysteries, biographies (another fave), cookbooks, crafting/knitting books. Anything and everything, I read it!! I was recently introduced to Young Adult books. My daughter told me about the Twilight saga. I loved it! I am hoping Stefenie Meyer decides to write Midnight Sun. But that is another commentary. I spend about $100 per month on books. I am members of the Barnes and Noble and Borders discount "clubs". That is how serious I am about books. I hate to admit it that I have been known to buy books from...gasp...WALMART!! Anywhere to get a discount!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the point of this post. One of my favorite books is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dirty Girls Social Club&lt;/span&gt;. When I read that book, I was absolutely engaged with the characters. The author, Alisa Valdez Rodriguez, wrote with such passion and description, that I felt the characters were real. She described "Black" Latinas, like me, with such logical reality. I don't know any other way to put it. I had felt like I was all alone in this world...well, I should say in Texas, where Mexicans are the majority of Hispanics. Being a Cuban in Texas is hard, especially being an AfroCuban in Texas. I would get stupid comments like, how is it that a "Black" girl can speak Spanish? How you think, fool?? I digress. I absolutely LOVED this book. I could relate to all the characters, particularly Usnavys. So when the announcement was made that the author would be writing a sequel to the Sucias, I was so excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just read the book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dirty Girls on Top.&lt;/span&gt; Let's just say, disappointment cannot not even describe my feelings on this book. The characters were destroyed. They became shallow, superficial characters, that were in the previous book, rich and all encompassing. I feel sad that the Sucias are no longer the characters I remembered. The only thing that doesn't piss me off about the book, is the fact that I got it for $2.00 at the local half price bookstore! The book seemed like it was just thrown together, without any thought. It was almost as if the author hated the characters and wanted to just "kill" them off because she was tired of them. I don't know. But I was sad when I finished reading it. I was so looking forward to reading it but now I wish she had just left us with just the first book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have gotten into Young Adult fiction. Twilight, Vampire Academy, and the House of Night series. So maybe I should say Young Adult paranormal fiction. I have to say young readers have it so much better than I did. The books are intense and fabulously written. I have to say I have been enjoying these books more than "Adult" fiction. Although, I can't put down a good romance. Yay Francis Ray, Rochelle Alers and Brenda Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my summer will be spent with hopefully good books and good knitting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-8033949346507623132?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/8033949346507623132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=8033949346507623132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/8033949346507623132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/8033949346507623132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2009/05/books.html' title='Books!'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-4356638860709675378</id><published>2009-03-30T12:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:58:52.403-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><title type='text'>Parenting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Parenting is easily the most difficult job in the world. There is no procedure manual to guide you. At least at work you have a handbook, or a policy and procedure book available. As a parent, it is all trial and error. And let me say it is mostly error!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I thought when my daughter made it to 18 that my job would be done, but it seems I have an extended contract. It seems that she doesn't plan on leaving home. I have made it too comfortable for her. She wants to stay forever. I remember at her age, I couldn't wait until I could get out of the house. Not her!! I feel like a complete failure as a parent. Did I not invoke the "get out the house at 18" message loud enough? She wants to stay home and attend college. NOOOOO!!! Don't you want to live in the dorm or sorority house and be independent?! "No", she says, "I want to stay with you forever!" WHY?!! What did I do wrong?! My daughter and I have a great relationship. We talk about any and everything. Some things I don't want to know, but I listen because I am happy she feels comfortable to tell me. I never had that relationship with my mother. So maybe I did do something right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I have stopped going to the soccer games in freaking cold weather, freezing my bum off, because she can drive herself now. Her feelings are hurt. She says she can't play if I am not there! What? Why the hell not? She tells me don't you care about how I play? Ummm no not really! I just did it before because I had to, now you are on your own sister! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Aww well, I guess I can't complain too much because I have raised a child who is basically a great person, woman. She loves me unconditionally. Hopefully she won't put me in a "home" when I get old!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-4356638860709675378?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/4356638860709675378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=4356638860709675378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/4356638860709675378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/4356638860709675378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2009/03/parenting.html' title='Parenting'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-6513361617306244371</id><published>2009-02-04T14:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:03:03.563-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Random day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;I was talking to my significant other today and I realized this man REALLY, REALLY LOVES me! I knew he loved me but didn't know he LOVED me for me. He said something to me today that just floored me. He said that he would die for me and that I was a part of him, a part of his soul. Just out of the blue like that he says it. We were talking about something totally unrelated. Not that I would want him to die for me, but just the thought that someone has such strong feelings for me really took me aback. We have been going back in forth in our relationship for a long time. Together, apart, together, apart...and so it goes.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;He cheated on me with the biggest skank ever and I have had a really hard time forgiving him. I believe I have forgiven him, but it is the forgetting part that I have been having problems with. He has apologized in every way he could think of, but I couldn't get past it for a long time. I know it was because of my body image issues and she was BEAUTIFUL on the outside but disgusting on the inside. But I felt so wronged by it all that I had to bury my feelings, in order to get past the pain. He always tells me that I am unemotional, but what he doesn't realize is that I am emotional, but I have to bury the emotions or I will be truly out of control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I started working on my weight and improving how I felt about myself and he didn't like that. He felt I was getting "sexy" (and believe me I am no where near sexy now) for someone else. Who the hell else was there but him?! I couldn't convince him of that, so we were apart again. But even when we were apart, we always talked; maybe not everyday, but at least twice a week. So we are always drawn together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A few months ago we decided we were too old to deal with the BS any longer, either we were together or we would cut it off completely. Around the time we had this conversation, I started having heart and blood pressure problems, and wonders of wonders he did too. I mean literally when my heart would be racing, he would call me and says his was about to come out of his chest. I mean is that a coincidence, kismit or what? Everytime I had a spike in my blood pressure, he did too, at the same time. We took that as a sign that we were supposed to be together, destined for each other. It was really strange that once we spoke to each other or saw each other, our hearts would calm down and go back to normal. We are totally in sync.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So in July 2009, I am packing it up and moving to Miami to be with my heart! Maybe between the two of us we can get our hearts on the same beat! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-6513361617306244371?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/6513361617306244371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=6513361617306244371&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/6513361617306244371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/6513361617306244371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-day.html' title='Random day'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-997358877168313369</id><published>2009-02-03T14:31:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:11:36.377-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;For the past few months I have been in a really bad place, mentally and physically. Before I lost 160 pounds, I was fairly healthy. It seems like since I have lost all the weight, I have been falling apart. So when I fall apart the thing I turn to is music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;I love all kinds of music. I can truly say I have eclectic taste in music. I am just amazed at how different songs can cause different emotions within me. I was listening to my iPod and Sade "Stronger than Pride" came on; it caused me to think about past loves and how I lowered my pride and my standards time after time because of my man at the time. Then "Reminisce" by Pete Rock came on and I thought about when I spent a summer in NYC (Brooklyn) with my grandmother's sister. That was fun and scary for a chick from Texas. Next was Dido with "Thank You" and it reminded me of the good parts of love. Your man meeting you at the door with a drink or comforting words after a rough day. Nothing better than that. Those feelings you have when everything is good with you and your partner. Linkin Park's "In the End", that song just screams out that no matter how hard you try, it sometimes means nothing to anyone. Taylor Swift's "Love Song" reminds me of my first love, talking on the phone all night,and first kisses. That sweet first love. Ne-Yo's "Miss Independent"...that is my theme song. I am independent, maybe too much so.  Reggaeton just makes me want to dance. It reminds me of when I was a kid dancing around with my grandparents. Being carefree and happy! Moving with the beat or allowing the beat to move me. Of course, anything from the 80's is on my playlist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Music has helped me and continues to help me with what seems to be a constant struggle that is my life. Music has saved my life so many times and it continues to strengthen me. So to all the musicians and songwriters out there...Thanks!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-997358877168313369?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/997358877168313369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=997358877168313369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/997358877168313369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/997358877168313369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2009/02/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-5331251718389817591</id><published>2008-06-29T10:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T10:51:47.023-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Much Ado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I haven't blogged because I just haven't had much to say lately. I feel like I need to write something, but why is that? I don't know. I feel obligated to write something because I have saved this little bit of space in the cyber world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just an update: I was laid off from my job in April, then found a new job in May. Hate the new job. It is so beneath me, but I need something to pay the bills. That is how I am trying to look at things. I am not the least big challenged. So, needless to say I am looking again. I always feel like I can't find a job that fits me and makes me happy. This job I am with has it's perks- I get a company car and company gas card. But that is about it. I feel like I have stepped back into Mayberry RFD. They have NO HR processes in effect. They go by the wims of the CEO/President of the company. It is just a hot mess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Next update: The girl did not pass the Math and Science TAKS (Texas Assessment of Knowledge and Skills) tests. She needs to pass both parts of this test so she can graduate from high school. This whole process has pissed me off and frustrated me and her. I mean she could have an A in a class but if she doesn't pass this series of exit exams, then she doesn't graduate. It just sucks!! It has stressed me out so much that it is affecting my blood pressure. So now I am on blood pressure medication. I am trying to calm it down. I have been knitting more and more to try to focus on other things. I made a major layette set for one of my former co workers who is pregnant; blanket, bib, booties, mary jane booties, hat, cardigan, and hand mits. But it still didn't help as much as I had hoped. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Well that is my life for now. I will try to visit blog land more frequently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-5331251718389817591?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/5331251718389817591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=5331251718389817591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/5331251718389817591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/5331251718389817591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2008/06/much-ado.html' title='Much Ado'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-6162319181969421590</id><published>2008-05-26T08:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T09:26:19.882-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memorial day'/><title type='text'>Memorial Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have been feeling just a general melancholy that I hadn't felt in a long time. I woke up and realized that I have been feeling anger and sadness because it is Memorial Day. I am a "war" widow from the first Gulf War. My husband died December 22, 1990. He did not get to see his child born 2 months later, he did not get to see her first steps, he will not get to teach her how to drive; the list goes on. We did not get to buy our first home together, all because of a senseless war in the 90's. It seems like it never ended for me. When I think about this Iraq War, I feel such anger and rage, that is indescribable. I want to go scream on the tallest building, letting the world know what I feel. My husband was an intellectual. He LOVED learning. He loved school. He just wanted to make a difference in the world with his knowledge. He used the military to get his bachelors, masters, and Ph.D degrees. He did not want to have thousands of dollars in school loans, so the military was a viable option for him. He was able to work on several projects that are still helping soldiers today, however, that brings me little comfort today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I did not sign up to be a single parent. We purposefully waited 5 years into our marriage to get pregnant. I wanted to finish my bachelors degree and he wanted to finish his masters degree. We waited so we could do it together. As only children, we wanted at least 2 children. I have been robbed of that opportunity. So much I didn't get to do with him because it was always, later, after he retired or later after things settle down. Later never happened for us. The only thing that happened later was military uniforms showing up at my door, telling me my man had been killed stepping on a landmine and there was basically nothing left of him. I guess what also angers me to no end, is the fact that I have no grave to visit, I have no urn with ashes because there was NOTHING LEFT of him! There was no sign that he was ever on this earth except for the life that he and I created together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So today, I have to deal with looking at mothers, wives, husbands, being told their loved one has been killed in this senseless war. Then we have the people that seem to have forgotten what this day is all about. Everyone pulls out their grills and has a party, but what are they celebrating? Yes, it is great to have a party, but let's remember what we are "celebrating" or remembering...Our fallen soldiers. That is what Memorial Day is about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6600cc;"&gt;When will it ever end? Will we ever stop this war? When will it be over...the senseless killing over oil...or is this really about oil? Does anyone really know why we are at war? I feel like we are stuck there now and if we leave, we will have destroyed a country that isn't ours. I fully support the troops that are there, but I am angry about us even being there. Let's get out as soon as we can to save more grief and sadness for other people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-6162319181969421590?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/6162319181969421590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=6162319181969421590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/6162319181969421590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/6162319181969421590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2008/05/memorial-day.html' title='Memorial Day'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-328619728480216180</id><published>2008-03-29T10:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T11:04:06.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rev Jeremiah Wright, Obama's pastor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;This is a copy of the letter Rev. Jeremiah Wright wrote to the New York Times. I find it amazing that this letter hasn't been broadcast all over the place. But of course not! I have forgotten what country I live in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;March 11, 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Jodi Kantor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;The New York Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;9 West 43rd Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;New York,New York 10036-3959&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Dear Jodi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Thank you for engaging in one of the biggest misrepresentations of the truth I have ever seen in sixty-five years. You sat and shared with me for two hours. You told me you were doing a "Spiritual Biography" of Senator Barack Obama. For two hours, I shared with you how I thought he was the most principled individual in public service that I have ever met.For two hours, I talked with you about how idealistic he was. For two hours I shared with you what a genuine human being he was. I told you how incredible he was as a man who was an African American in public service, and as a man who refused to announce his candidacy for President until Carol Moseley Braun indicated one way or the other whether or not she was going to run.I told you what a dreamer he was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I told you how idealistic he was. We talked about how refreshing it would be for someone who knew about Islam to be in the Oval Office. Your own question to me was, Didn't I think it would be incredible to have somebody in the Oval Office who not only knew about Muslims, but had living and breathing Muslims in his own family? I told you how important it would be to have a man who not only knew the difference between Shiites and Sunnis prior to 9/11/01 in the Oval Office, but also how important it would be to have a man who knew what Sufism was; a man who understood that there were different branches of Judaism; a man who knew the difference between Hasidic Jews, Orthodox Jews, Conservative Jews and Reformed Jews; and a man who was a devout Christian, but who did not prejudge others because they believed something other than what he believed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I talked about how rare it was to meet a man whose Christianity was not just "in word only." I talked about Barack being a person who lived his faith and did not argue his faith. I talked about Barack as a person who did not draw doctrinal lines in the sand nor consign other people to hell if they did not believe what he believed.Out of a two-hour conversation with you about Barack's spiritual journey and my protesting to you that I had not shaped him nor formed him, that I had not mentored him or made him the man he was, even though I would love to take that credit, you did not print any of that. When I told you, using one of your own Jewish stories from the Hebrew Bible as to how God asked Moses, "What is that in your hand?," that Barack was like that when I met him. Barack had it "in his hand." Barack had in his grasp a uniqueness in terms of his spiritual development that one is hard put to find in the 21st century, and you did not print that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;As I was just starting to say a moment ago, Jodi, out of two hours of conversation I spent approximately five to seven minutes on Barack's taking advice from one of his trusted campaign people and deeming it unwise to make me the media spotlight on the day of his announcing his candidacy for the Presidency and what do you print? You and your editor proceeded to present to the general public a snippet, a printed "sound byte" and a titillating and tantalizing article about his disinviting me to the Invocation on the day of his announcing his candidacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt; have never been exposed to that kind of duplicitous behavior before, and I want to write you publicly to let you know that I do not approve of it and will not be party to any further smearing of the name, the reputation, the integrity or the character of perhaps this nation's first (and maybe even only) honest candidate offering himself for public service as the person to occupy the Oval Office.Your editor is a sensationalist. For you to even mention that makes me doubt your credibility, and I am looking forward to see how you are going to butcher what else I had to say concerning Senator Obama's "Spiritual Biography." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Our Conference Minister, the Reverend Jane Fisler Hoffman, a white woman who belongs to a Black church that Hannity of "Hannity and Colmes" is trying to trash, set the record straight for you in terms of who I am and in terms of who we are as the church to which Barack has belonged for over twenty years.The president of our denomination, the Reverend John Thomas, has offered to try to help you clarify in your confused head what Trinity Church is even though you spent the entire weekend with us setting me up to interview me for what turned out to be a smear of the Senator; and yet The New York Times continues to roll on making the truth what it wants to be the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I do not remember reading in your article that Barack had apologized for listening to that bad information and bad advice. Did I miss it? Or did your editor cut it out? Either way, you do not have to worry about hearing anything else from me for you to edit or "spin" because you are more interested in journalism than in truth.Forgive me for having a momentary lapse. I forgot that The New York Times was leading the bandwagon in trumpeting why it is we should have gone into an illegal war. The New York Times became George Bush and the Republican Party's national "blog." The New York Times played a role in the outing of Valerie Plame. I do not know why I thought The New York Times had actually repented and was going to exhibit a different kind of behavior.Maybe it was my faith in the Jewish Holy Day of Roshashana. Maybe it was my being caught up in the euphoria of the Season of Lent; but whatever it is or was, I was sadly mistaken. There is no repentance on the part of The New York Times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;There is no integrity when it comes to The Times. You should do well with that paper, Jodi. You looked me straight in my face and told me a lie!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Sincerely and respectfully yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Reverend Jeremiah A. Wright, Jr., &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Senior Pastor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Trinity United Church of Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-328619728480216180?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/328619728480216180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=328619728480216180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/328619728480216180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/328619728480216180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2008/03/rev-jeremiah-wright-obamas-pastor.html' title='Rev Jeremiah Wright, Obama&apos;s pastor'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-3144868400116391147</id><published>2008-03-28T18:39:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T18:50:12.479-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jobs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working'/><title type='text'>My Job in a new light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I was supposed to be off from work today, but my manager told me he NEEDED me to come in today. So I told him I would but just for a few hours. So I get up and go to work. There is ALWAYS drama there! The people act worse than high schoolers. Telling on each other, complaining about one thing or another. It is just draining! I walk in today and once again, I am slammed with complainers before I can even get to my office. Oh by the way, I am a HR Manager. So the whiners attack with their complaints and problems. I just wasn't in the mood for it. Oh and somehow they have gotten my cell phone number!! WTF!! So I walk to my office feeling more pissed off than ever. My manager comes in and says it is time for your annual review. WHAT?! I have only been with the organization for 3 months. So he goes over my review, which overall was VERY good. Then he says, we get to the finance part of it. I was like what do you mean finances? He says "oh you didn't know?"  Ummm know what?? I got a raise AND a MAJOR BONUS!! Can i tell you that my outlook on my job has completely changed?! I was totally shocked. My manager recognized how hard I have been working and actually said he appreciated it. It made me feel sooo much better. I still have to work on the whiners, but with a few more cho chos in my pocket, I can handle anything!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-3144868400116391147?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/3144868400116391147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=3144868400116391147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/3144868400116391147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/3144868400116391147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-job-in-new-light.html' title='My Job in a new light'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-9203079665226134636</id><published>2008-03-28T18:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T18:32:45.042-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knitting'/><title type='text'>I have lost my mind!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I want to make a blanket for myself. I have been making things for everyone else, so I figured now is the time to make something for me. I have been wanting to visit this yarn store in my neighborhood for the past year. I finally took the time today to go and visit. I LOVED this place. It had every kind of yarn you could think of. I usually go to Hobby Lobby, Michael's, or Joann to get my yarn, but usually these yarns are synthetic and don't always feel good on the skin. They are less expensive but don't feel as good. Synthetic yarns are made usually from petroleum products, which as you know, are endangering the environment. I wanted to try some REAL yarn...something natural and made organically, less harmful to the environment. I found it at this yarn shop!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Okay here is the part where I have lost my mind. I bought 8 skeins of yard for $145.00. See I have lost my mind!! I don't know what I was thinking when I said okay I'll take it. I had immediate buyers remorse. The yarn feels so good and I know it will make me a great blanket but oh man it is so expensive. I am thinking of taking it all back and just buying my cheaper yarn. But oh I am so sad to part with this yarn. Should I or should I not take it back?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-9203079665226134636?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/9203079665226134636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=9203079665226134636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/9203079665226134636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/9203079665226134636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-have-lost-my-mind.html' title='I have lost my mind!!'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-5599993637741342777</id><published>2008-03-17T08:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T09:16:06.520-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><title type='text'>Okay this is getting ugly!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;So now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt; is having to denounce his minister because of what his minister said in church?! WHAT?! I am confused. Since when did someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; thoughts become yours, if you are just listening to what they are saying? Is this part of the Clinton political machine to discredit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;? Should we all be penalized because of what someone else said, in a classroom, in church, at work? I am really upset by all of this. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Clintons&lt;/span&gt; were at the top of my list for great people, but now I am not so sure. I mean was Bill's presidency all a ruse? He did a great job while president, but did he lie to all of us to get there? It appears he did...are the true Bill and Hillary coming out? I am so disappointed by how this election is going on the democratic side of things. I am FULLY supporting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Obama&lt;/span&gt;, but I am afraid all this democratic politicking is going to back fire and we will have McCain in office...then it will be 4 more years of hell! It was formally announced on Friday, March 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;, that we were in a recession. Where the hell have they been?!! We have been in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;dayum&lt;/span&gt; recession for the past 7 years. People are losing their homes that they have worked really hard for because of a stupid ass war! I am so fed up! People don't have health insurance and are having to file for bankruptcy, which the laws are completely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ludicrous, but that is another blog. I am just tired of how the United States treats its citizens and I am afraid that we may possibly be stuck with another republican in the White House and we will have a full fledge depression. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;VOTE PEOPLE! Make your voices heard! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-5599993637741342777?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/5599993637741342777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=5599993637741342777&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/5599993637741342777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/5599993637741342777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2008/03/okay-this-is-getting-ugly.html' title='Okay this is getting ugly!'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-1475850890926072742</id><published>2008-03-16T08:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:49:54.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R953ZOp1nEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/uJHUEBJFuPo/s1600-h/Quincy+Pics+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178707896836660290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R953ZOp1nEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/uJHUEBJFuPo/s320/Quincy+Pics+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;My parents. Wow what can I say! Growing up they were strict as hell! They were always saying what I couldn't do, which outnumbered the things I could do. I felt oppressed and stifled. Good grades were a must, nothing under a B. I was lucky, because learning came easy for me. I didn't realize the adversity they were struggling with. Surviving in the late 60's and 70's was hard, but to come from another country in addition to that was extra hard. As I know now. They did the best they could with me. I ran away from them at 17, through marriage. Too YOUNG!! But I wanted to be on my own and life without someone telling me NO all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Now, I see, as a parent, what they were trying to protect me from...LIFE! My parents have been married for 42 years...43 in July of this year. Their marriage has survived domestic violence, economic recession, discrimination, infidelity, and time. They have done what most people today can't do...stick together no matter what. I don't know what the difference in marriage now as opposed to then, but whatever their formula is, it has worked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;So to my dear parents I want to say THANK YOU and I LOVE YOU!! You made me what I am today and I appreciate you both!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-1475850890926072742?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/1475850890926072742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=1475850890926072742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/1475850890926072742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/1475850890926072742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2008/03/parents.html' title='Parents'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R953ZOp1nEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/uJHUEBJFuPo/s72-c/Quincy+Pics+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-7250258005996236512</id><published>2008-03-09T16:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T17:11:04.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I am surrounded by beautiful babies. My really good friend had twin boys, one year ago on March 2; a friend in DC had a baby boy in Dec; and my friend Tanya had a baby girl in Dec also. I have been knitting baby booties, baby blankets, hats and bibs. I have become enamored with baby knitting. The tiny little things that seem to swallow up the baby wrapped in it. I feel like my hand made things are not that great and I should buy something in addition and because people I gift them to don't use them. They tell me, "Oh it is so pretty I don't want to use it." But I want you to use it. I want to know I gave you something that is usable and you will think of me when you use it. So I want to see food and throw up stains on my bibs people. It will hold up and last a long time. Don't worry, I can make more things if you want me to, but use what I give you. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-7250258005996236512?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/7250258005996236512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=7250258005996236512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/7250258005996236512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/7250258005996236512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2008/03/babies.html' title='Babies'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-1071151955948446274</id><published>2008-02-14T22:38:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:49:55.226-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Throws'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knitting'/><title type='text'>Knitting again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R7UZmUfiZdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/NAyoPBzQIS4/s1600-h/Nanny%27s+Throw+6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167064293604222418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R7UZmUfiZdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/NAyoPBzQIS4/s320/Nanny%27s+Throw+6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R7UZnEfiZeI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ED_Ztu9bs1c/s1600-h/Nanny%27s+Throw+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167064306489124322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R7UZnEfiZeI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ED_Ztu9bs1c/s320/Nanny%27s+Throw+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Here it is!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Over the holidays, I was on a knitting frenzy as I have told you before. I finally got some pictures of the throw I made for my friend's grandmother. Her grandmother reminds me so much of my beloved grandmother, so I made her this throw. I wanted to give her something that will keep her warm in the cold DC winter. My friend's mother thought I bought it. Maybe I need to make her mom one too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I hope you enjoy it N and that you think of me when you use it! LOVE YOU LOTS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-1071151955948446274?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/1071151955948446274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=1071151955948446274&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/1071151955948446274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/1071151955948446274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2008/02/knitting-again.html' title='Knitting again'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R7UZmUfiZdI/AAAAAAAAAJY/NAyoPBzQIS4/s72-c/Nanny%27s+Throw+6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-6142819961136263505</id><published>2008-02-14T21:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:49:55.732-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair Stylists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dominican Republic'/><title type='text'>Dominican Hairdressers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R7UU2UfiZbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HuD1Xsh1qSM/s1600-h/Feb+2008+Pictures+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167059070923990450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R7UU2UfiZbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HuD1Xsh1qSM/s320/Feb+2008+Pictures+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R7UU20fiZcI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ARqP4Q1H01g/s1600-h/Feb+2008+Pictures+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167059079513925058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R7UU20fiZcI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ARqP4Q1H01g/s320/Feb+2008+Pictures+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Everyone knows that Dominicans do the best hair in the world! I had heard this for many years. Several of my friends get their hair done by Dominican stylists and I always admired their hair. The way they can get the kinkiest hair straight with a blow dryer and a round brush, is nothing short of a miracle. And it LASTS forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;So after hearing and seeing the results of the "rolos" o "flip", I decided I had to find a Dominican stylist. So with the help of the wonderful internet, I found a website that has Dominican stylists or stylist that are trained in the Dominican method. Well, being in North Texas, means there are very few Dominicans. However, I was lucky enough to find a stylist really close to me that was trained in the Dominician method. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I treated myself, for Valentine's Day, to a hair day. This was the second time I have been to this stylist. She trained under a Dominican stylist in Washington, DC. DC and NYC have THE BEST Dominican stylists outside of DR. So I went today to get my hair done. It was the greatest experience ever. My hair feels sooo good. It makes me feel so great to have a beautiful head of hair!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;YAY DR and the rolos y flips!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-6142819961136263505?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/6142819961136263505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=6142819961136263505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/6142819961136263505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/6142819961136263505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2008/02/dominican-hairdressers.html' title='Dominican Hairdressers'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R7UU2UfiZbI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HuD1Xsh1qSM/s72-c/Feb+2008+Pictures+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-5667720868506021085</id><published>2008-02-10T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T21:55:39.812-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working'/><title type='text'>Work!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I do not want to go to work tomorrow! Isn't that sad to say? I know there are millions of people out there who want to work and here I am, ungrateful me, saying I don't want to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I really dislike this job but I have to go. I have to work. Just a few short months ago, I was looking for a job, begging for a job. So I took this job just cuz no one else was offering. I needed money. I feel like I settled and it wasn't a good settle either. I just feel overwhelmed and out of my element. I don't feel as though I was trained properly...Just 7 weeks of BS! I don't know. I just don't like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am still looking for something else and praying I can hold on until I can find something else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-5667720868506021085?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/5667720868506021085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=5667720868506021085&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/5667720868506021085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/5667720868506021085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2008/02/work.html' title='Work!'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-5926293431818016683</id><published>2008-02-09T23:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T23:22:25.811-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No child left behind...Are they sure about that?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This whole no child left behind had really pissed me off. I think it is a ridiculous law that doesn't help any student. If anything it encourages more kids to drop out because they get discouraged about not passing the test. Teachers are teaching according to the test and not actual abstact thinking or logical thinking. You have to pass these "benchmark" tests or they won't pass their classes, nor will they graduate high school. How is this encouraging to continue your education? I know if I had been under the pressure that kids are under today to pass, I probably would have said forget it and just dropped out. I am a horrible test taker and unfortunately, my daughter had developed the same gene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My 17 y.o. daughter suffers from ulcers and stress because she is constantly worried about the dreaded TAKS test (Texas Assessment of Knowledge and Skills). She has almost given up all hope of going to college because she feels like she won't be able to pass the test to graduate. She had practically given up in school because her confidence has been shot to hell each time she flunks a portion of that test. I keep trying to be encouraging and tell her to try her best but she comes back with why because my class work means nothing. A kid could have straight A's in classes but if she flunks the TAKS test, they still flunk the class. What kind of encouragement is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I think about how G.H.W. Bush has messed up the education system for the whole country, that started when he was gov of Texas. I just don't understand. I just want my kid to graduate and move on with her life...out of my house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-5926293431818016683?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/5926293431818016683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=5926293431818016683&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/5926293431818016683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/5926293431818016683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-child-left-behindare-they-sure-about.html' title='No child left behind...Are they sure about that?!'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-8094208013515616953</id><published>2008-02-09T22:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:49:56.830-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knitting'/><title type='text'>Friendship Knitting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Over the years I have met some truly wonderful people. I moved to DC in 2006 to work a temp job for a conservation organization. I had lived in DC previously with disasterous results. But that is a different post. While I was there in DC I met a wonderful lady who took me under her wing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;She is originally from China and told me the hard time she had when she came to the United States. She lived in California at first and was basically a slave for a wealthy family. She was in the US to attend university, but they made it very difficult for her to do that. But she continued anyway. They decided to move to DC and "asked" her to move with them. She moved with them and went to university in DC, in between "working" for them. One day, she got fed up with them and quit. She found herself jobless and homeless for a little while. But she still continued on with her education. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Fast forward some years. She meets a nice man and gets married. She has a baby girl and then has a baby boy a few years later. Her baby boy died when he was 11 months and she was devestated. It was all due to careless mistakes of medical personnel. Once again that is another post. She thought nothing in her life was as horrible as that. I agree with her...but her faith never waivered. After baby boy's death she decided she did not want any more children, although her husband wanted to try one more time. So she got pregnant and delivered a healthy bouncing baby boy December 4, 2007. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;So out come the knitting needles again and this is what I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R66DNkfiZWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oki8s0JvDfw/s1600-h/Baby+Knitting+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165210091798029666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R66DNkfiZWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oki8s0JvDfw/s320/Baby+Knitting+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R66DOkfiZXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hSEbAj8B-34/s1600-h/Baby+Knitting+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165210108977898866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R66DOkfiZXI/AAAAAAAAAIo/hSEbAj8B-34/s320/Baby+Knitting+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R66DO0fiZYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/FxVrqaW6drE/s1600-h/Baby+Knitting+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165210113272866178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R66DO0fiZYI/AAAAAAAAAIw/FxVrqaW6drE/s320/Baby+Knitting+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R66DQUfiZZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eTnWcgt7yCg/s1600-h/Baby+Knitting+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165210139042669970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R66DQUfiZZI/AAAAAAAAAI4/eTnWcgt7yCg/s320/Baby+Knitting+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R66DQkfiZaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/CUSG8sP5wB8/s1600-h/Baby+Knitting+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165210143337637282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R66DQkfiZaI/AAAAAAAAAJA/CUSG8sP5wB8/s320/Baby+Knitting+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for her new baby boy. This is for her to wrap her new baby up in and help him feel safe like she made me feel while I was there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Thanks Z!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-8094208013515616953?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/8094208013515616953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=8094208013515616953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/8094208013515616953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/8094208013515616953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2008/02/friendship-knitting.html' title='Friendship Knitting'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R66DNkfiZWI/AAAAAAAAAIg/oki8s0JvDfw/s72-c/Baby+Knitting+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-5294178078960247200</id><published>2008-02-03T18:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T19:18:06.024-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voting'/><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Okay as I have watched debate after debate, primaries (is that a word?) and caucuses all over the country, I have realized, I HATE POLITICS!! I absolutely hate it. I have been trying to figure out who I want to vote for president. We have/had some great candidates. I was really leaning towards John Edwards because he is the only one talk about "fixing" things here in the U.S. and not half a world away. I know it is selfish of me to want to focus on just the U.S., but I am tired of all my tax dollars going to a war that is bogus. G.H.W.B played us all. He was waiting for the opportunity to "avenge" his father, but it has been at the expense of the U.S. What about the unemployment rate (of which I was a part of until recently), what about the housing foreclosures, and what about New Orleans? I am tired of struggling. Things were really good with Bill and it has gone to hell in a hand basket over the last 8 years. Can I survive the next 11 months? Can Americans wake up and realize that we are in trouble? The world hates us. I am embarrassed to show my passport in other countries because they all hate us. "They" look at me with such distain and mistrust, like I am the one that started the war. Really what I want to say is, " I agree with you! We suck!", but I have to show some loyalty to my country so I just keep my mouth shut and move on in the line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Now as for the upcoming presidental election, now that John has backed out of the election, I am leaning towards Barack for president. I was going back and forth between Barack and Hillary, but lately Hillary has turned me off. She is definitely NO Bill! I have not liked her comments of late on lots of issues and the way her campaign is going. She has become bitchy. I don't like to use that word randomly because most people think women who have confidence and power are bitchy. But I think she is trying to hard to prove she is tough and it has come across wrong. I also don't like what she has to say about pulling out of Iraq and about the U.S. economy. Barack seems to have a real agenda and plan and I like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I just want us out of Iraq, our economy back on track, and our physical environment(ecologically) corrected. I want to feel safe financially, physically and emotionally again. I don't feel that way now. I feel like I am on a constant seesaw all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;So I want the politicking (is that a word too??) to end and the action to begin. We need to get out and vote in record numbers. Typically Texas has been a republican state and I am sure it will continue to be so, but we democrats have GOT to get out and vote. It can be for Hillary or Barack (preferably Barack) but we cannot withstand another republican president. I want more a more positive national and global agenda. We need to fix our world reputation and we can't do that with a republican in office. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;VOTE PEOPLE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-5294178078960247200?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/5294178078960247200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=5294178078960247200&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/5294178078960247200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/5294178078960247200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2008/02/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-5865755275806824968</id><published>2008-01-29T06:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T06:34:55.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to my friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;When I was a VERY young military wife, living in Hawai'i and then Guam, I made a friend named Tanya. I was just 17 years old and Tanya was a worldly 19. We quickly bonded. She showed me how to manuver the military world as an officer's wife. She had been one 2 years longer than I, so I thought she was the know all for everything Military.  The military culture is unlike any other, especially for an officer's wife. As an officer's wife, you are expected to host parties, run errands, smooze with your spouse's commanding officer and their spouse. You are supposed to know EVERYTHING military. I just thought I was "just" going to be a wife and live a glamorous, vagabond life. HOW WRONG WAS I?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Well, along comes Tanya. She sees I am struggling under the pressure of it all and she offers to help me. In getting to know her, I found out she was from the same town in Louisiana as many of my relatives. So we struck up a quick and lasting friendship. Even though we ended up, at times,  in different parts of the world and the U.S., we still stayed in close contact. She was there for my graduation from college. I was there when she suffered through her numerous miscarriages. She was truly my friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;When my husband died, Tanya was there for me. When my baby was born 2 months later, she was there for me. Over the years Tanya wanted a baby really bad. She tried and tried and ended up having 9 miscarriages over the years. I felt so bad because here I was: 1) taking birth control to keep from having a baby and 2) getting pregnant when I totally didn't want to and wasn't ready. She knew this but still stayed by my side. She checked on me constantly, came to town to help me through my husband's funeral, even though there were very few pieces of him left. She loved me and I loved her as my sister in the military; even though my membership card had been revoked due to death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;As the years went on, our phone calls became less frequent and our letters became once a year Christmas cards.  But everytime we reconnected, it was like we had never been apart or out of touch. She did not hold grudges, nor did she make me feel bad because I was a terrible friend. She understood I could not emotionally deal with her military life after mine had ended, and she still loved me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I found out last week my sister friend died giving birth to the baby she wanted so badly over a month ago. She was 42 years old. She had been waiting over 20 years to have her baby. She had her baby but gave up her life to do so. Her husband is devestated. They had been married for 25 years. After a while, children was not as important to him as they were to Tanya. But he supported her in every way he could. He loved her enough to try to give her what she wanted. He doesn't know what to do with a newborn baby. I called him to checked on him and he just sobbed. Tanya LOVED Mardi Gras. This year is going to be especially hard on all of us because Mardi Gras was Tanya's christmas! So I am going to Louisiana this weekend to see my new niece and to see my "brother". Help him as much as his wife helped me over the years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Tanya, I am sorry I wasn't there for you! I love you and miss you Girl! But know I am going to be there for your baby girl and she will know what a special and giving person you were! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;So my mission is to reconnect to my friends and appreciate them and not take them for granted as I have in the past. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Laisser le bon temps rouleau! Happy Mardi Gras Tanya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-5865755275806824968?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/5865755275806824968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=5865755275806824968&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/5865755275806824968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/5865755275806824968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2008/01/tribute-to-my-friend.html' title='Tribute to my friend'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-2857064970470018667</id><published>2008-01-12T14:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:49:57.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>An Additional C.L.I.F.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay I had to add one more to my list. Most people who know me, know I LOVE Somoan, Tongan, Tahitian, Fijian men. Any man in that genre is hot to me. So today I was reading about this guy and became enraptured by him....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4kj2NkNG-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/RbZAkydPpBk/s1600-h/junior+seau-full+Patriots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154690662763666402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4kj2NkNG-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/RbZAkydPpBk/s400/junior+seau-full+Patriots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I am adding Junior Seau to my C.L.I.F list. He is 38 years old from San Diego, CA, but ethically he is Samoan. OMG! I want him! I think he may have just moved Tupac from the number one spot!! QUE RICO, QUE SEXY, QUE SUAVE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-2857064970470018667?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/2857064970470018667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=2857064970470018667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/2857064970470018667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/2857064970470018667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2008/01/additional-clif.html' title='An Additional C.L.I.F.'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4kj2NkNG-I/AAAAAAAAAIM/RbZAkydPpBk/s72-c/junior+seau-full+Patriots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-841703500371995843</id><published>2008-01-11T18:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:49:59.584-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hot Men'/><title type='text'>*** C.I.L.F.****</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One of my BFF's sent me a link to her friend's blog. I read the blog and was like oh man...this is a great post!! It was about the top 5 celebrities you would love to F*&amp;amp;%!! YOU know I had to comment and add my two cents on this one. I put my top 5 on her page, but now that I think I about it I think I need 10. 10 may not be enough, but I will try to stick to it. On her friend's blog most people added a female, if they were female. So here is my top 10 + female: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. Tupak Shakur - Yes I know he is dead but he is still my number one. Maybe I can have him when I to heaven....or would that be hell??!! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4gXN9kNGxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SHH7x5sgtXc/s1600-h/Tupac+Shakur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154395302157687570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4gXN9kNGxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SHH7x5sgtXc/s320/Tupac+Shakur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Vin Diesel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4gXONkNGyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Sbc_jWZfWfE/s1600-h/Vin_Diesel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154395306452654882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4gXONkNGyI/AAAAAAAAAGw/Sbc_jWZfWfE/s320/Vin_Diesel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. Derek Jeter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4gXONkNGzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HTEw9POrNik/s1600-h/Derek+Jeter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154395306452654898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4gXONkNGzI/AAAAAAAAAG4/HTEw9POrNik/s320/Derek+Jeter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4. Daddy Yankee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4gXONkNG0I/AAAAAAAAAHA/lGQrPebZlic/s1600-h/Daddy+Yankee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154395306452654914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4gXONkNG0I/AAAAAAAAAHA/lGQrPebZlic/s320/Daddy+Yankee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. Pitbull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry no pic available!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;6. Ed Bradley - Yes I know he is dead too but I love a suave older man! Que SEXXYYY!! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4gXOdkNG1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RDtduN33tLI/s1600-h/Ed+Bradley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154395310747622226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4gXOdkNG1I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RDtduN33tLI/s320/Ed+Bradley.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. John Abraham - Indian actor...yes I am into Bollywood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4gX6tkNG2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gyEVR_B_vBo/s1600-h/John+Abraham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154396070956833634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4gX6tkNG2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gyEVR_B_vBo/s320/John+Abraham.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;8. David Beckham - I would have an orgasm just looking at his pecs and abs...nuf said bout that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4gX69kNG3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/gxeF-NGQ6qc/s1600-h/David+Beckham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154396075251800946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4gX69kNG3I/AAAAAAAAAHY/gxeF-NGQ6qc/s320/David+Beckham.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;9. Marshall Leonard - He plays MLSoccer for the New England Revolution... Que HOT!! Oh my!! Just the thought!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4gX69kNG4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/ardAqplkKa8/s1600-h/Marshall+Leonard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154396075251800962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4gX69kNG4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/ardAqplkKa8/s320/Marshall+Leonard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and drumroll please.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;10. Stedman Graham - yes Oprah's man! He is once again one of those suave older men and he ain't dumb either...he HAS held on to Oprah for 20 + years...Need I say more?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4gX7NkNG5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Dn5U0GEP6G0/s1600-h/Stedman+Graham.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154396079546768274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4gX7NkNG5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/Dn5U0GEP6G0/s320/Stedman+Graham.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And my female choice is Lisa Ray...Not ghetto Lisa Raye but the Bollywood actress Lisa Ray...she is hot! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4gaq9kNG8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/08u0AsRjT1g/s1600-h/th-JohnAbraha_Vespa_5926196_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154399098908777410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4gaq9kNG8I/AAAAAAAAAIA/08u0AsRjT1g/s400/th-JohnAbraha_Vespa_5926196_400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4gaitkNG7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/XIECNjBB254/s1600-h/th-LisaRay_John_12774306_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154398957174856626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4gaitkNG7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/XIECNjBB254/s400/th-LisaRay_John_12774306_600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So people there's my list. I wasn't able to get a picture of Pitbull...he copyrights all his stuff...lol. I challenge you to create your own list!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-841703500371995843?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/841703500371995843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=841703500371995843&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/841703500371995843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/841703500371995843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2008/01/cilf.html' title='*** C.I.L.F.****'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4gXN9kNGxI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SHH7x5sgtXc/s72-c/Tupac+Shakur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-7628419495922159068</id><published>2008-01-02T16:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:50:01.718-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Knitting'/><title type='text'>Knitting Loca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I have been on a knitting frenzy for the past few months. As I said in a previous post, I have become obsessed with knitting again. I had to find a way to take the focus off of eating for me. I usually read a book, but even that wasn't helping me to stop snacking. So I took to the needles! I couldn't post the pictures of my projects because I didn't want the people I was making them for to see it. Well, I have given out the gifts and wanted to show some of the things I have made. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R3wWMdkNGpI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FagN-IEWxZo/s1600-h/purple+throw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151016477155728018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R3wWMdkNGpI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FagN-IEWxZo/s320/purple+throw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;purple throw &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R3wWMtkNGqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AWzw272Kqe4/s1600-h/stripped+hat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151016481450695330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R3wWMtkNGqI/AAAAAAAAAFw/AWzw272Kqe4/s320/stripped+hat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;purple stripped hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R3wWNNkNGrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Vv3Ylay5iO0/s1600-h/stripped+scarf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151016490040629938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R3wWNNkNGrI/AAAAAAAAAF4/Vv3Ylay5iO0/s320/stripped+scarf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;purple stripped scarf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R3wVa9kNGkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SmfnmHUyu24/s1600-h/knitted+moccasins9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151015626752203330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R3wVa9kNGkI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SmfnmHUyu24/s320/knitted+moccasins9.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;moccasins with shells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R3wVcNkNGnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oY9AEDibvEg/s1600-h/Knitting+Pictures+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151015648227039858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R3wVcNkNGnI/AAAAAAAAAFY/oY9AEDibvEg/s320/Knitting+Pictures+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Rhi's mauve hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R3wVcdkNGoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zVrDK8F1yis/s1600-h/Mady%27s+Hat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151015652522007170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R3wVcdkNGoI/AAAAAAAAAFg/zVrDK8F1yis/s320/Mady%27s+Hat2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Mady's Hat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4Tsi9kNGwI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BHxiQ7JRHwg/s1600-h/Knitting+Pictures+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153503959004814082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R4Tsi9kNGwI/AAAAAAAAAGg/BHxiQ7JRHwg/s320/Knitting+Pictures+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Baby Karla's hat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151019999028910786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R3wZZdkNGsI/AAAAAAAAAGA/qJMi4z-tK9o/s320/Knitting+Pictures+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;scarf with ladybugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R3weANkNGtI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8o4UmU-qkS0/s1600-h/Blanket+in+Progress+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151025062795352786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R3weANkNGtI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8o4UmU-qkS0/s320/Blanket+in+Progress+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Blanket for Marissa's Birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R3wgh9kNGuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/t0GiEu-AKSs/s1600-h/Knitting+Pictures+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151027841639193314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R3wgh9kNGuI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/t0GiEu-AKSs/s320/Knitting+Pictures+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt; moccasins with shells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;So these are most of my projects. There are a few that I accidentally deleted the pictures from my camera.I am hoping the people I gave the gifts to will take pictures of them for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I have started my new projects, baby blankets and baby hats. I am going to try to tackle some baby booties. I don't know...that maybe beyond my skill level. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-7628419495922159068?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/7628419495922159068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=7628419495922159068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/7628419495922159068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/7628419495922159068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2008/01/knitting-loca.html' title='Knitting Loca'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R3wWMdkNGpI/AAAAAAAAAFo/FagN-IEWxZo/s72-c/purple+throw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-2256487606879054779</id><published>2007-12-25T17:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:50:01.966-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R3wlJtkNGvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JN8_wlhuL5k/s1600-h/Christmas+Pictures+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151032922585504498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R3wlJtkNGvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JN8_wlhuL5k/s320/Christmas+Pictures+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's Christmas again! I always dread Christmas rolling around each year but once it is here, I am happy. I become excited watching my loved ones open their gifts and looking to see what they have received. But I have to say, each year I am disappointed in the gifts I receive. I know this sounds ungrateful...but do these people even KNOW me at all?! Since when do I wear purple boots?! Did I move to Denver and not know it?! They aren't even Uggs! I mean I have known them for like 40 years, but my parents still get me crazy shit! Every year I tell my mom and dad, "gift cards are much appreciated!" But every year, they don't take my advice. Oh well, another Christmas over! Merry Christmas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-2256487606879054779?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/2256487606879054779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=2256487606879054779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/2256487606879054779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/2256487606879054779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-2007.html' title='Christmas 2007'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R3wlJtkNGvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JN8_wlhuL5k/s72-c/Christmas+Pictures+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-3655832186000499735</id><published>2007-12-05T08:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:50:03.367-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Is it Christmas time already??!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay...is it Christmas ALREADY?! Is the year almost up already?! Where did the time go? My daughter started bugging me about putting up decorations back in the beginning of November. I was sooo not ready. So I postponed it as long as possible. I think my procrastination came from not wanting to believe that another year has gotten away from me. What have I accomplished this year? What have I done to significantly change my life this year? The end of the year has always been a time of reflection for me, but not always in a good way. I am determined to think of something positive for this year. Okay Thinking....Thinking...Thinking...okay nothing! OH WAIT!!! I bought my first house this year. Okay well I may lose it next year due to unemployment, but at least I got it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Here are some pictures of how we decorated the house for the holidays: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R1a7EA1YViI/AAAAAAAAADw/gKgyocowTcQ/s1600-h/2007+Xmas+lights+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140501702307763746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R1a7EA1YViI/AAAAAAAAADw/gKgyocowTcQ/s320/2007+Xmas+lights+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R1a7FA1YVjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mGh_YlXIt_c/s1600-h/2007+Xmas+lights+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140501719487632946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R1a7FA1YVjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/mGh_YlXIt_c/s320/2007+Xmas+lights+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R1a7Fw1YVkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/p2bYNQ53Ba8/s1600-h/2007+Xmas+lights+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140501732372534850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R1a7Fw1YVkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/p2bYNQ53Ba8/s320/2007+Xmas+lights+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R1a7HA1YVlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WDQnlYjzBW4/s1600-h/2007+Xmas+lights+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140501753847371346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R1a7HA1YVlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/WDQnlYjzBW4/s320/2007+Xmas+lights+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R1a7HQ1YVmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CphIksWG_9o/s1600-h/2007+Xmas+lights+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5140501758142338658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R1a7HQ1YVmI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/CphIksWG_9o/s320/2007+Xmas+lights+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Still no Christmas tree up yet but it is coming. Uggh, just the thought of pulling all the stuff out of the garage...oh well...whatever it takes to make my daughter happy. The Holiday season has become so commercial these days. I heard on the radio that Madonna and Guy Ritchie did not celebrate Christmas anymore...not just because of Kibbala, but for other reasons. But hell they are cabillionaires, so they have Christmas everyday. It is especially stressing when you don't have money. So I have taken to making gifts for my friends and family. I will post those pictures after the holidays. I don't want everyone to see what I made for them for Christmas. lol I am trying to prepare my daughter for a sparse Christmas this year. I have always been able to buy her what she wanted for Christmas, even at my poorest periods of my life. This year I am having a difficult time. I am trying to tell her, "Hey you have a nice house to live in so this is part of your Christmas!" She just looks at me like I am crazy! Yes it is my fault; I have overindulged and over compensated because she doesn't have a father. Now I am and she is suffering for my bad parenting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Well, here is wishing everyone a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;y &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;season!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-3655832186000499735?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/3655832186000499735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=3655832186000499735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/3655832186000499735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/3655832186000499735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2007/12/is-it-christmas-time-already.html' title='Is it Christmas time already??!!!'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R1a7EA1YViI/AAAAAAAAADw/gKgyocowTcQ/s72-c/2007+Xmas+lights+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-7355022663757153643</id><published>2007-12-04T20:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T20:38:31.054-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Old Navy</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.seeqpod.com/cache/seeqpodSlimlineEmbed.swf" wmode="transparent" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="playlistXMLPath=http://www.seeqpod.com/api/music/getPlaylist?playlist_id=f3b0d3144f"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;There was an Old Navy commercial that used to come on advertising sweaters in Sept/Oct. I fell in LOVE with the song that was playing. I looked every where for that song. Finally one night I couldn't sleep and turned on the TV to VH1. THERE IT WAS!! My song!! I finally found out who sings it and the title! So the song is called "The Way I am" by Ingrid Michaelson. I so love this song. It reminds me of love long gone, but also, of some sweet memories of that love. So enjoy my favorite song for the year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-7355022663757153643?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/7355022663757153643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=7355022663757153643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/7355022663757153643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/7355022663757153643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2007/12/old-navy.html' title='Old Navy'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-2501921531906845549</id><published>2007-11-20T09:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T09:53:59.338-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inner Reflection'/><title type='text'>Amazing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;I have recently turned 40. I have been rethinking my life and life choices. I hear Oprah and other touchy feely people talk about "coming into yourself" when you turn 40 or 50, whatever. I listened to that and thought yeah right...who the hell are you fooling? But I have been officially 40, 3 months and 29 days, but I think with a clarity and a calmness I never have before. Is there some truth to the BS they have been spouting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Okay so in my moments of clarity, I have thought about all the crap I have been through in my 40 years...particularly the last 17 years. So two things I have realized: 1) Life sucks on all levels - and no I am not sad about it...it is what it is; and 2) People suck!! I thought nothing would surprise me anymore but on a daily basis something happens that brings the reality back to me. I used to think I was pessimistic, but no, in my moments of clarity, I realized it isn't always me, it is circumstances and the people involved in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;I want to be happy and I want the people around me to be happy. Treat each other with respect. You don't have to love me or even like me, but freaking respect me as a human being on this planet. I have been vendictive, revengeful, and generally hateful in my 20s and part of my 30s, but somewhere around 33, I realized those actions were holding me back from feeling peace in my soul. Those things were hindering my growth as a human. Everyone is out for themselves, F everyone else. You are in my way and you need to move now or get run over. That is the common philosophy these days. People hurt, lie, cheat, steal from each other to get whatever they want, what is going to make them happy. But in reality, you get everything the wrong way and it makes you feel empty inside. Nothing will ever make you happy. You will always be questing for the next best thing, job, lover, whatever. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;I am usually not so pessimistic about things but in all honesty, as I go into another year, age wise and new year, I have resolved to continue to be a nice person, continue to love and respect others, and not damage the ones I don't care for, and live my life the best way I can. Oprah and Deepak you may be on to something and I am getting on board. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-2501921531906845549?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/2501921531906845549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=2501921531906845549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/2501921531906845549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/2501921531906845549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2007/11/amazing.html' title='Amazing!'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-9118751008228969501</id><published>2007-11-08T08:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T09:23:21.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>UNEMPLOYMENT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Okay...I have been unemployed for the last 12 weeks. I have interviewed and interviewed and interviewed some more. I am so sick of going in and interviewing for the job and not getting it. I get phone calls from the person I have interviewed with saying, "You are great and I/We were really impressed with you but...! That is if they even bother to call me. But, why do you have to tell me that? If I was so great, why didn't you hire me? Then when I ask them can you tell me what you think I could improve on, they seem to be taken aback. "Ummm I don't know" is the typical response I get. You have to know why you didn't hire me. Was it the suit I wore, was it my personality, was it that I didn't have "it" that you were looking for? Tell me something! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I am extremely frustrated right now. All I know is I have bills and a kid and I need money! I am having sleepless nights because I am worried how I am going to pay this bill or that bill. I am just sick and fucking tired of trying! I am sick of feeling inadequate and insignificant. I am just sick and tired of feeling sick and tired. Can this life end already?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-9118751008228969501?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/9118751008228969501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=9118751008228969501&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/9118751008228969501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/9118751008228969501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2007/11/unemployment.html' title='UNEMPLOYMENT!!'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-5960718453759043147</id><published>2007-10-24T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:50:04.289-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cactus'/><title type='text'>Phoenix, AZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R0MMCVrUd3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/nPJnHTGDyq4/s1600-h/Cactus+Garden+in+Phx2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134961234450610034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R0MMCVrUd3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/nPJnHTGDyq4/s320/Cactus+Garden+in+Phx2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R0MMC1rUd4I/AAAAAAAAADE/_1PSU3p-Vso/s1600-h/Cactus+Garden+in+Phx4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134961243040544642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R0MMC1rUd4I/AAAAAAAAADE/_1PSU3p-Vso/s320/Cactus+Garden+in+Phx4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R0MMDVrUd5I/AAAAAAAAADM/Wmkd-oKOI44/s1600-h/Cactus+Garden+in+Phx5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134961251630479250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R0MMDVrUd5I/AAAAAAAAADM/Wmkd-oKOI44/s320/Cactus+Garden+in+Phx5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R0MMD1rUd6I/AAAAAAAAADU/BPbmB989Drg/s1600-h/Cactus+Garden+in+Phx9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134961260220413858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R0MMD1rUd6I/AAAAAAAAADU/BPbmB989Drg/s320/Cactus+Garden+in+Phx9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R0MMEVrUd7I/AAAAAAAAADc/OPTuDpg5__0/s1600-h/Cactus+Garden+in+Phx7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134961268810348466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R0MMEVrUd7I/AAAAAAAAADc/OPTuDpg5__0/s320/Cactus+Garden+in+Phx7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I went to Phoenix on a trip. I had never really thought of Phoenix in any context before, other than it was in the desert and it was HOT. I had gone there with my grandmother to visit one of her sisters, but I was 10 the last time I went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So I arrive in PHX and the airport sucks. It is pretty aesthetically, but the functionality of it sucks. That didn't give me any warm fuzzies. On to the rental car place. Can I say I felt like I was on a road trip? It took 20 minutes to get to the rental depot, it that is what you call it. I mean come on, could you build one closer to the actual airport. Okay still no warm and fuzzies yet. Get rental car and go to hotel. On the way there, I was amazed at the scenery. Talk about beautiful. Oh, it was serenic (is that a word) and calming. Everywhere I went beautiful landscaping and gardens...all surrounding the cactus. Cacti as tall as trees in some places. Cacti as colorful as flowers. Everywhere I went beautiful landscapes. I kept thinking of ways I could transfer some of that beautiful landscaping to my house. I realized that such beauty in the middle of a desert was amazing. Also, conserves water. I am all about going green these days, so I am going to explore putting cacti in my landscaping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-5960718453759043147?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/5960718453759043147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=5960718453759043147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/5960718453759043147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/5960718453759043147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2007/10/phoenix-az.html' title='Phoenix, AZ'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R0MMCVrUd3I/AAAAAAAAAC8/nPJnHTGDyq4/s72-c/Cactus+Garden+in+Phx2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-7646773561974584773</id><published>2007-09-09T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:50:04.795-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><title type='text'>New Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;As all of my friends know, I have been fighting the battle of the bulge for the past 16 years. Okay, I have been winning so far. I have lost 152 pounds since January 2006. I still have 45 more to go, but that is another post. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;In an effort to not focus so much on my food obsession, I have taken up a new hobby. Well, rather an old hobby that I have taken up again. I started knitting when I was 12 years old. My catholic grade school made us take home economics for 3 years. You know the Nuns were trying to make us girls into the perfect homemakers!! lmao....Cooking, sewing, knitting, blah, blah!! We are talking the late 70's, early 80's people!! Anyway, I found that I enjoyed knitting a lot, despite trying to make the nuns think otherwise. I made so many hats for my parents, granparents and friends. Then I progressed to scarves and slippers. Everyone was tired of my gifts of knitting by the time I was 16. I am by NO MEANS a knitting great, but I can hold my own. I can do basic patterns... nothing that makes me think too much.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I found that knitting helps me forget my thoughts and cravings of and for food. I know I should be getting up and exercising, but knitting is more fun. I started watching this show on DIY networks called &lt;a href="http://www.knittygritty.com/"&gt;Knitty Gritty&lt;/a&gt;. I love this show. I can't make half the stuff they show on there, but I like to look at it.  I have realized that my technique sucks, but it is hard to change old habits. In essence,I have become obsessed again with knitting! Now I actually forget to eat. My stomach is growling, but I don't want to stop. I just keep going and going. I love seeing the progress of my projects, which eventually turn into finished pieces to thrust off on my friends and family. I have started scavenging for easy knitting pattern, started a stash of yarn and I am ready to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I am currently working on a blanket for my best friend. She is always talking about she is cold in the winter. So, hopefully, she will wrap up in this blanket on a cold winter night, and know I made it just for her!!  She loves the beach, so I tried to pick colors of the beach and the ocean. So when she is in 20 degree weather, she can pretend she is in Miami, at the beach. Here is a sample of what it looks like now. I am more than half way finished. I hope to be done in a few weeks. I said I was obsessed, not fast! LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/RuQ_v_NB15I/AAAAAAAAACk/8lJgxVZVg-w/s1600-h/Blanket+in+Progress+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108277970997467026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/RuQ_v_NB15I/AAAAAAAAACk/8lJgxVZVg-w/s320/Blanket+in+Progress+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                              Halfway point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/RuQ_xPNB16I/AAAAAAAAACs/9hNR8emUHzI/s1600-h/Blanket+in+Progress+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108277992472303522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/RuQ_xPNB16I/AAAAAAAAACs/9hNR8emUHzI/s320/Blanket+in+Progress+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    Pattern up close&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108278009652172722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/RuQ_yPNB17I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZqQIw5mVa8U/s320/Blanket+in+Progress+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I would like to have this done by her birthday, which is in December. I have to have deadlines with my knitting or it goes into the UFO pile...UnFinished Objects!! It will be DONE!!! &lt;strong&gt;OBSESSION!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-7646773561974584773?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/7646773561974584773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=7646773561974584773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/7646773561974584773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/7646773561974584773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-obsession.html' title='New Obsession'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/RuQ_v_NB15I/AAAAAAAAACk/8lJgxVZVg-w/s72-c/Blanket+in+Progress+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-5319919374893811771</id><published>2007-09-01T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T00:11:25.041-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><title type='text'>Life Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How do you teach life lessons to your teenager? When they are younger, it all seems very easy to do. Don't touch because it is hot/cold. Don't pull that because you will clonk yourself on the head. Don't bother that knife/scissors because they will cut you. Come let Mami make it better when you get a boo boo. That is a piece of cake compared to the teenage years. This is what I am dealing with: Finances from first job, first love, driving, trusting the wrong people. HOW THE HELL DO YOU TEACH THAT SHIT??!!! Can someone help me on this? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Here's scenario number one: Said teenager gets 1st job. Teenager has run up a $400 cell phone bill because of text messages (gets 1000 per month, but always seems to do 2000 to 3000 per month instead). So said mami takes cell phone away and says no more cell phone until bill is paid in full. So you have to give me all your paychecks until your bill is paid off. Well, teenager has balance of $200 and has decided she doesn't want to work anymore because she is TIRED!! Ummm WTF?! Why didn't someone send me the memo that  we can quit when we are TIRED!! So mami reminds teenager, no money - no cell phone. So teenager thinks mami is soooo f'ing unfair (not said in those words but I know she was f'ing thinking it!!). I also reminded teenager, no driving until she is able to pay her car insurance bill and until she can make better grades. How do you teach fiscal responsibility? How do you teach someone to have a hard work ethic? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Scenario number two: Teenager is introduced to boy by teenager's BFF (not a BFF in my eyes, but I don't count). Boy is really feeling teenager. Boy takes her out on first date (disaster, but that is another post). Boy and teenager talk on phone, via IM, and go on more dates. Teenager says, " Mami, I have found my 'soulmate'!!" Ummm WAIT!! WHAT?! Okay, Mami is trying to be cool and say, "Oh really? That is great sweetie. But make sure he treats you nice and like a lady and NO SEX!!" OPPS...Did I say that?!! So, teenager goes on family vacation and was away from boy for a WHOLE week. During the week, she texts ($400 bill was the result) boy and BFF. BFF says she and boy have been "hanging out"! Teenager is okay with that because she just KNOWS boy is HERS. So get back from family vacation. Teenager finds out by accident that Boy and BFF are now dating or as they in teenager talk "going out". Why the secrecy? Why can't you just be honest about it. You are a big ho, be the best ho you can be and be honest about your ho'ing.  Dayum, I sound really old. Any who, Teenager is devestated. "How could BFF do this to me. She knew I liked him. She INTRODUCED him to me! and now she decides she wants him!" How do you explain something like that? How do you explain that BFF totally violated the unspoken best friend rule...You don't mess around with your friend's current boyfriend or ex boyfriend? Is that still a rule or am I old and things have changed? I don't think it has changed because this rule has been going on for centuries. I have never understood why someone who is supposed to be a friend would want someone else's man or ex-man...why do you want my sloppy seconds? Why do you want to be the other woman or the slut that stole someone's man or decided you wanted my ex man? There are fucking limits people. But once again...How do you teach a teenager this life lesson? Her heart is breaking and Mami can't kiss the boo boo and make it better. How do you teach someone not to trust the wrong people? You don't know until the fuck you over and betray your trust. How do you teach that not everyone is your BFF... Not everyone is your friend period. The crying is killing me inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;These are life lessons I am trying hard to teach but I don't know how successful I am. This is a teenager we are talking about. They think they know everything about everything. Part of me just wants to say forget it and let her learn on her own. But the Mami part of me says no I can't do that...I have to take control of the situation.  So where is the line? When and where do I step back and when do I step in? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Okay can I have my baby back???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-5319919374893811771?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/5319919374893811771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=5319919374893811771&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/5319919374893811771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/5319919374893811771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-lessons.html' title='Life Lessons'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-3473868826995709048</id><published>2007-08-26T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T19:42:59.207-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working'/><title type='text'>Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Work...Who the hell created this concept of work??  Last Friday, I was fired from my job. I had this job for all of 5 months. What is wrong with me? What is wrong with the business world? Why do I have to be a cut throat bitch in order to succeed? I have been reassessing myself, my goals, and values in this profession. Human Resources should be about being a human being and being a resource for other human beings. But NO...it is about stepping all over people...being a BITCH all the time, fuck the little person, fuck the employees! It is all about BIG BUSINESS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;And of course, all of this shit occurs AFTER I go out and buy a house. AFTER, I stick my neck out only to get it chopped off. Okay so now, I don't have a job. But I do have a house note, a car note, a teenager - who expects to be fed and clothed. I have got to rethink my life! Maybe I should just forget it and just go back to Nursing, although, it pains me to say it. I got so burned out on Nursing because I had to give so much of myself emotionally. Now, I am in a profession that is too impersonal, too uncaring. How do I find a balance? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Why do I need to work anyway? Why can't we just have a free economy, meaning get everything for FREE? I am tired of working anyway! I am tired of being nice when I don't feel like being nice, especially when other people are not being nice back. I am just tired. I am tired of trying so hard. I am tired of working for nothing or what seems like nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Okay...enough...back to the classifieds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-3473868826995709048?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/3473868826995709048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=3473868826995709048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/3473868826995709048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/3473868826995709048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2007/08/work.html' title='Work'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-2125751371967074142</id><published>2007-08-25T16:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:50:05.407-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;My musical tastes have become very eclectic over the years. But I have to say I am feeling Nelly Furtado's CD. I have had it since it came out and have listened to it over and over again. I love the songs "Te Busque" and "No Hay Igual". I don't know what it is about those songs, but I LOVE them. I love the whole CD. I think Timbaland and Nelly make an awesome team. I love the song "Give it to me" from Tims CD &lt;em&gt;ShockValue&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;My iPod is full of different types of music, but I always seem to come back to these two CDs. If you don't have them, get them. It will be worth the money and worth the space on your iPod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/RtH0kXzjBlI/AAAAAAAAACU/j4bOECIPwbs/s1600-h/180px-Loose_cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103128758490170962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/RtH0kXzjBlI/AAAAAAAAACU/j4bOECIPwbs/s320/180px-Loose_cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/RtH0knzjBmI/AAAAAAAAACc/thkn2W4CD-M/s1600-h/Timbaland.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103128762785138274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/RtH0knzjBmI/AAAAAAAAACc/thkn2W4CD-M/s320/Timbaland.jpg" 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/9011746-2125751371967074142?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/2125751371967074142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=2125751371967074142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/2125751371967074142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/2125751371967074142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2007/08/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/RtH0kXzjBlI/AAAAAAAAACU/j4bOECIPwbs/s72-c/180px-Loose_cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-3711132000262911220</id><published>2007-08-24T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T10:56:10.156-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='customer service'/><title type='text'>Customer Service a LOST art?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lately I have been getting shitty customer service every retail outlet I go to. I am not rude when I go in. I have a smile on my face. But why is it EVERYtime I go into a retail store, I get "Miss/Mister I REALLY DON'T WANT TO BE HERE!" up in my face. I ask a question about a product, in my nice, calm voice, and I get "Do I look like I know everything! or I am busy right now!" Umm excuse me?! Isn't your job to help me? Did I miss the memo that says I am not supposed to ask for help when I need it?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I mean with the economy being so bad these days, you would think the workers in these stores would be more pleasant and helpful...But NOOOOO!!! They are nasty and resentful that they have to work. UMMM BE FREAKING GLAD YOU HAVE A DAMN JOB, IDIOT!!! The worst culprit stores are Sears, Staples and J C Penney. I have to add that when I go and discuss the situation with a manager, they seem just as nonchalant as their employees. AWWW so this is where they get it from. Well the exception to this was the FOINE manager at Staples. He was very apologetic about my bad service and it was genuine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Listen people...you want my dollars, I need some good customer services. I have decided to not shop any place that my service is not up to MY standards. I can buy online or if I have to, I will pay more to go some place that treats me well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So this is my declaration of Independence: NO MORE SHOPPING AT PLACES THAT GIVE ME BAD SERVICE!! NO MORE SPENDING MY DOLLARS AT PLACES THAT DON'T CARE THEIR EMPLOYEES SUCK!! This declaration includes Airlines, Hotels, and Restaurants. NO TIPS FOR BAD SERVICE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Okay I am done. Have a nice day! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-3711132000262911220?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/3711132000262911220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=3711132000262911220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/3711132000262911220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/3711132000262911220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2007/08/customer-service-lost-art.html' title='Customer Service a LOST art?!'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-1613296101331342875</id><published>2007-08-12T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T19:40:30.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm IT!! 7 Random things about me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was supposed to do this months ago for my friend Karla, but I forgot. Okay Karla I remembered!!! Here you go: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My 7 random facts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. I don't like to be around tall objects, i.e., buildings, statues etc. I am basically afraid of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. I wanted to be a doctor, but didn't want to go to school that long or not get sleep, so I changed to Nursing. Yes I am lazy and need my rest!! Turns out with all my degrees I have, it was the same amount of time as medical school. But I got to sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. I used to model for Ebony Fashion Fair from ages 3-7, when we lived in Chicago. I used to be in Ebony and the Chicago newspapers all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. When I was younger I wanted to be an Olympic gymnast and I wanted Bela Koroli to be my coach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. I curse like a sailor and I used to get my mouth washed out with soap all the time, but it never worked. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. I wanted to be a nun when I grew up. But I discovered boys when I got to high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. I like to collect cookbooks but I rarely use the recipes in them. I make up my own. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay Karla! I did it!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Besos!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-1613296101331342875?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/1613296101331342875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=1613296101331342875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/1613296101331342875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/1613296101331342875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-it-7-random-things-about-me.html' title='I&apos;m IT!! 7 Random things about me!!!'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-4685121978264223484</id><published>2007-07-28T17:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:50:07.963-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><title type='text'>40 and on vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rs4k0HzjBiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dVOLwaPUQkg/s1600-h/7-25-2007-048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102055905724401186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rs4k0HzjBiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dVOLwaPUQkg/s320/7-25-2007-048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rs4k0XzjBjI/AAAAAAAAACE/lA8MUAY73VQ/s1600-h/7-25-2007-061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102055910019368498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rs4k0XzjBjI/AAAAAAAAACE/lA8MUAY73VQ/s320/7-25-2007-061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rs4k03zjBkI/AAAAAAAAACM/zP6Xd89evYQ/s1600-h/7-25-2007-135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102055918609303106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rs4k03zjBkI/AAAAAAAAACM/zP6Xd89evYQ/s320/7-25-2007-135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Okay...I have become obsessed with being 40. In all honesty, I didn't think I would live to see 40. I have been through so much in the last few years; making it to 40 seemed like an impossibility. I decided to treat myself to a vacation for my birthday. I didn't get to go to the exact place I wanted to go, but it was a great vacation nonetheless. To me, any vacation by the ocean is a treat. I live in landlocked North Texas, so I just see weeds all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rs4UxHzjBZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EvY2r1yhhHo/s1600-h/Miami+Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102038261998749074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rs4UxHzjBZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/EvY2r1yhhHo/s320/Miami+Beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Went to Miami and did a few things I had never done before. Took a cruise around the Ft Lauderdale causeway, went to eat a few new places. Went to the beach...well on the days it didn't rain. Went to a great Italian restaurant for my birthday. It was right on the Bay. LOVED it!! We were seated right on the water. Saw sting rays and flying fish jumping out of the bay!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rs4WF3zjBaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BTvdjcgXclg/s1600-h/Barchetta+on+the+Bay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102039717992662434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rs4WF3zjBaI/AAAAAAAAAA8/BTvdjcgXclg/s320/Barchetta+on+the+Bay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;We also discovered the best Gelateria at Lincoln Road Mall and at Bayside. It is a chain, but it has a very homemade taste. That was the most wonderful gelato I ever put in my mouth. We had to get it every night we were there. They had different flavors every day. Pure frozen heaven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rs4YInzjBbI/AAAAAAAAABE/eWc-EawoSAA/s1600-h/Gelato+Place.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102041964260558258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rs4YInzjBbI/AAAAAAAAABE/eWc-EawoSAA/s320/Gelato+Place.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I had my birthday cake at this place called the IceBox. It has been featured on Food Network a bunch of times. I have been here once before and loved it. I wanted to come back for my birthday. Their cakes are like the best sex you could ever imagine. They taste sooooo good! Aww man, just thinking about it!! I had the Pina Colada cake. It was amazing. I can't even describe it; can't put it into words how wonderful it tasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rs4ZxXzjBcI/AAAAAAAAABM/KC_czUaO09Q/s1600-h/IceBox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102043763851855298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rs4ZxXzjBcI/AAAAAAAAABM/KC_czUaO09Q/s320/IceBox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rs4arnzjBdI/AAAAAAAAABU/EP4cBSfkyhI/s1600-h/Kim+at+IceBox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102044764579235282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rs4arnzjBdI/AAAAAAAAABU/EP4cBSfkyhI/s320/Kim+at+IceBox.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I usually go to Versailles in Little Havana for my Cuban food fix. We did go on our first day there. But I was a bit disappointed with the food. We tried another Cuban restaurant called Mambo. It was really good. It is located at Bayside in Downtown Miami. The food was really good and inexpensive. I will definitely be going there again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rs4ckXzjBeI/AAAAAAAAABc/3naWTfHJJP4/s1600-h/Mambo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102046839048439266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rs4ckXzjBeI/AAAAAAAAABc/3naWTfHJJP4/s320/Mambo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;On my cruise around Ft Lauderdale I found several houses that I would like to purchase for my retirement. But I know I won't be able to purchase one unless I hit the lotto. By the way, I did purchase several lotto tickets while in Florida. As I am sure you figured out, I didn't win. I find it amazing that people 1. live in these places and 2. they can AFFORD to live in these places. Where was I when they passed out the money? Oh well...I can dream about it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rs4iuHzjBfI/AAAAAAAAABk/io0HJezwMbo/s1600-h/7-25-2007-129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102053603621930482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rs4iuHzjBfI/AAAAAAAAABk/io0HJezwMbo/s320/7-25-2007-129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rs4iunzjBgI/AAAAAAAAABs/f6IN5pLAKfo/s1600-h/7-25-2007-103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102053612211865090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rs4iunzjBgI/AAAAAAAAABs/f6IN5pLAKfo/s320/7-25-2007-103.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rs4iu3zjBhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9f0UowZI80k/s1600-h/7-25-2007-104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102053616506832402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rs4iu3zjBhI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9f0UowZI80k/s320/7-25-2007-104.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I love these houses. I am going to have one, one day; with my yacht sitting on my dock. My pool and cabana oil boy...Okay Okay! I am awake now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;This was a great trip! A great birthday! Thanks to my friend, who made it very special for me! Now on to planning 41!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-4685121978264223484?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/4685121978264223484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=4685121978264223484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/4685121978264223484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/4685121978264223484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2007/07/40-and-on-vacation.html' title='40 and on vacation'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rs4k0HzjBiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/dVOLwaPUQkg/s72-c/7-25-2007-048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-5680404282952963737</id><published>2007-07-26T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:50:08.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>40 - the new middle age??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rq0NM2yF2zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XznlXWg0ghA/s1600-h/Various+Pictures+7+29+07+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092741268141103922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rq0NM2yF2zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XznlXWg0ghA/s320/Various+Pictures+7+29+07+155.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Okay the day finally made it!! I am NOW 40 years old. Is that the new middle age? I was reading on another person's blog that an author was middle aged, and she happens to be 40. I am like what???!!! When did 40 become middle aged? I know my bones creak and pop from time to time. My back feels like it is coming apart, but 40 is NOT old. I still feel like i am in my 20s. Although I have to say, in my mind I feel 60, but that is another blog to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I thought when I turned 40, I would be working as VP somewhere; I would have 2.5 kids and husband, my Range Rover. I know how materialistic of me, but shit I can't help it! That is what I saw for myself at 40. I thought I would be closer to retirement, a wishful 55, but that AIN'T happening. I am going to be freaking working until I drop dead. I have not saved for my retirement like I should have, I have not done anything like I should have. Where did I go wrong?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rq0HgGyF2yI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NOJoz95VtUM/s1600-h/Range+rover+sport.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092735001783819042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rq0HgGyF2yI/AAAAAAAAAAk/NOJoz95VtUM/s320/Range+rover+sport.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;But I have to say, I have more confidence in myself than I did in my 20's or 30's. It has been a gradual change in myself and my vision of myself. I feel more comfortable in my "skin" now. I had always heard that on Oprah, but I didn't pay any attention to it. But now I see what Oprah meant. I don't care what people think of me, my looks etc. It isn't so important to me. I understand the importance of being diplomatic as opposed to brash and outspoken. It is a change in MYSELF and my spirit!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Turning 40 has gotten off to a great start. Can I make it to 50?!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-5680404282952963737?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/5680404282952963737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=5680404282952963737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/5680404282952963737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/5680404282952963737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2007/07/40-new-middle-age.html' title='40 - the new middle age??!!'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rq0NM2yF2zI/AAAAAAAAAAs/XznlXWg0ghA/s72-c/Various+Pictures+7+29+07+155.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-7880729558541063118</id><published>2007-06-01T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:50:08.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MY FIRST HOUSE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/RmC386bz0CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCyR33r2GiM/s1600-h/Ship+House+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071255437525110818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/RmC386bz0CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCyR33r2GiM/s320/Ship+House+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;R in front of my new house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;On May 25, 2007, I became a first time home owner. I bit the bullet and did it! All by myself. I signed on the dotted line. Talk about being a nervous wreck! I have a mortgage now! After I went to closing, I became unsure about what I had done. Could I pay the mortgage, did I get ripped off, did I make a HORRIBLE mistake. I actually started shaking. I have "owned" my own place before, but it was the house I grew up in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;My parents gave it to me because they didn't want me to come back home with a baby in tow. Also, known as, "you can move back home but we will move out and give you the house!" But that was different, it was already paid for...by someone else. This, is entirely another matter. I AM responsible for making the payments. I AM responsible for making sure the grass is cut, the repairs are made...EVERYTHING!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;But despite my nervousness, my paranoia...I am a HOMEOWNER! YAY ME!! I DID IT!! I know my excitement is probably ridiculous. People buy homes everyday, but this is an exciting time for me because I did it as a single parent, one income, one everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Oh WELL! I am going to make this work! MY HOUSE! MY sanctuary! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/RmC4bqbz0DI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ISOCRUxv6B8/s1600-h/Ship+House+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071255965806088242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/RmC4bqbz0DI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ISOCRUxv6B8/s320/Ship+House+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Part of my backyard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-7880729558541063118?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/7880729558541063118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=7880729558541063118&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/7880729558541063118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/7880729558541063118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-first-house.html' title='MY FIRST HOUSE!!!'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/RmC386bz0CI/AAAAAAAAAAU/jCyR33r2GiM/s72-c/Ship+House+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-9203294840288664027</id><published>2007-04-07T06:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:50:09.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Been Away for awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rhea68Rkt_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-C2muA8lddY/s1600-h/Chicago+Pictures+Feb+2007+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050675844522227698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rhea68Rkt_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-C2muA8lddY/s320/Chicago+Pictures+Feb+2007+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lots of things have been going on in my life lately. I just noticed I haven't blogged in almost a year. I have been working on getting my life together. I have made progress but not quite there yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have lost 150 pounds since January 26, 2006. My eating habits have changed and my body has changed. But my mind hasn't changed much. I still feel fat. I still feel like I weigh 360 pounds. When I look in the mirror, I still see fat girl. Over the year, people have said "You look great!" or "Wow, you have lost a LOT of weight!!" but I can't see it. I can't tell. I know I feel lighter and feel better, healthier, but I just don't see it when I look in the mirror. Why do I prevent myself from seeing the real me? All I see is the 80 pounds I have left to lose and can't seem to do it. All I see is the fat me, the ugly me; still ugly me. I haven't taken very many pictures of my progress; I guess because I still feel fat and unattractive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I am still obsessed with food. I actually get pissed off because I can't eat huge portions of food anymore. I get pissed off to have to see containers of leftovers filling up my fridge and knowing I can't eat them before they go bad. Food looks so good all the time and I hate feeling that way. I hate the control food has over my life. i get jealous seeing my friends eat like normal human beings and i can't finish a 1/4 of my food. It is very frustrating. I know I had to do what was best for me, but man, I MISS FOOD!! I have become obsessed with Twizzlers. I love them now! I keep bags of them all over my house. When I get nervous or stressed, I have a Twizzler dangling from my mouth, like a cigarette. I know that is part of the reason I can't get rid of the last 80 pounds but this is the only thing that keeps me happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Some good things have come in my life. I have a new job, my dream job. It is exactly the job that I wanted. That has been a definite plus in my life. I am buying a new house, in my same neighborhood, so the girl doesn't have to change high schools. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There have been some definite positives in my life, so for that I am happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-9203294840288664027?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/9203294840288664027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=9203294840288664027&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/9203294840288664027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/9203294840288664027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2007/04/been-away-for-awhile.html' title='Been Away for awhile'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/Rhea68Rkt_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/-C2muA8lddY/s72-c/Chicago+Pictures+Feb+2007+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-115421185594835805</id><published>2006-07-24T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:12.887-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight Loss and BIRTHDAYS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/Kim%20ready%20for%20night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/Kim%20ready%20for%20night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/Kim%20at%20Mangos%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/Kim%20at%20Mangos%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have officially lost 105 pounds since January 26, 2006! YAY ME! I still have 85 more pounds to go but I have made the century mark! I didn't think I would be able to do it. Losing weight takes a lot of discipline, more than I thought I had. I have been working out at the gym, walking around the beach, just walking in general. It has made me realize how important movement is to your body. I feel 100 times better. I still have a ways to go, but I will get there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;On July 23rd, I celebrated my 39th birthday. 39 years on this earth. It is so hard to believe at times. I feel like time has flown by. Inside I feel 23, but at times, emotionally I feel 69. I went to Miami for my birthday. I went to a "club"...umm it was a "fun" club! I had so much fun. Miami is so relaxing for me. Being around different cultures, especially my caribbean brothers and sisters! I love it there. I think I need to move there. I always hate to come back home when I go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Well Happy Birthday to me! Here's to 39 years of being on earth. Aww man next is 40! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/Beach%20from%20room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/Beach%20from%20room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/Our%20beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/Our%20beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/Cruzian%20rum%20shack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/Cruzian%20rum%20shack.jpg" 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/9011746-115421185594835805?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/115421185594835805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=115421185594835805&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/115421185594835805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/115421185594835805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2006/07/weight-loss-and-birthdays.html' title='Weight Loss and BIRTHDAYS!!'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-115247993411774244</id><published>2006-07-09T16:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:12.794-06:00</updated><title type='text'>FIFA World Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/80px-Fifa_world_cup_org.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/80px-Fifa_world_cup_org.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am not a big sports fan by any means, but I become obsessed when the World Cup begins. I am a MAJOR soccer/football fan. I am so sad that France did not win the World Cup. I usually don't pick a team to go for; I just like the action that goes on, on the field. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;France has the most "Black" player of any country, outside of Trinidad and Tobago and Brazil. France has 15 Black players on their national team roster. France's most famous player is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Thierry_Henry"&gt;Thierry Henry&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/Theirry%20Henry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/Theirry%20Henry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is a Black man. He plays professionally for the Arsenal, an English major league team. Thierry has been subjected to being spit on, had trash thrown on him, called the "N" word in various languages, by European "fans". It sounds so much like the American South, doesn't it? It has been so bad for him and other "Black" players to play in European leagues, with the exception of Brazilian players. I have always thought of Europeans as being more accepting of "Black" people. They are so quick to criticize the world on human rights problems, along with the US. And it appears they have a pretty bad track record also. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Theirry, along with Nike, has set up a program called &lt;a href="http://www.nike.com/standupspeakup/index.jsp"&gt;Stand UP Speak OUT!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is to help educate Europeans about racism in the soccer world. The web site has some of the most famous soccer players talking about what it is like for them at some games. It is a nice site. They had come up with these nice wrist bands that are black and white intertwined, but they have sold out of them and they were only available in Europe. I wish I had known about them before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/wallpaper_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/wallpaper_1024x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was hoping for French Victory because of their black players. Soccer/Football has been one of the sports that we "Black" people just can't seem to break the color barrier as far as fan base and respect. The one exception is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pele"&gt;Pele&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; . &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/Pele.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/Pele.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pele was the most accomplished player in soccer's history, however, I have heard statements that he is Brazilian, not "Black". Ummm HELLOOOOO!!!! There are millions of "Black" Brazilians, as there are "Blacks" in other Latin American countries, and as we see in some European countries, such as France. It is all so ridiculous. I mean they are just trying to play a game they just like everyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So France lost by a messed up penalty kick, but they are by no means NOT losers. Theirry, you and your band of brothers faught a hard fight. You showed the world that "Black" can fight the hard fight with everyone else. &lt;em&gt;Vous avez joué un bon jeu !&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And to my TnT players....You are still my &lt;a href="http://www.socawarriors.net/"&gt;SOCA WARRIORS&lt;/a&gt;!! The stars of the TnT national team are Shaka Hislop and my buddy Avery John. Even though Avery got a red card in on of the World Cup games, I know one of those Swedish A**holes said something smart to you. Like that Italian guy said to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zinedine_Zidane"&gt;Zidane Zinedine&lt;/a&gt; (Zizou)...oh wait...sorry that is another story. &lt;em&gt;Besos y Abrazos &lt;/em&gt;to my TnT boys!! And &lt;em&gt;les étreintes et embrasse &lt;/em&gt;to my French boys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;While I am on the topic of soccer, I have to say how pissed off I am at the MLS for not putting my friend Avery on the list for the All Star Game. What is that about? Is this punishment because he isn't American? Or that he chose to join his fellow countrymen and represent his country in the World Cup? This is the second year in a row he has been "overlooked" and I am using that word loosely. He has been a very good defender for the New England Revolution, so why wasn't his name put in the running? Is this another way of showing racism in this country? It probably is but I am too stupid or naive to believe it is happening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh and Shaka, welcome to &lt;a href="http://www.mlsnet.com/MLS/news/team_news.jsp?ymd=20060705&amp;content_id=64862&amp;amp;vkey=news_fcd&amp;fext=.jsp&amp;amp;team=fcd"&gt;FC Dallas&lt;/a&gt;. I will be happy to show you around any time, any day! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-115247993411774244?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/115247993411774244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=115247993411774244&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/115247993411774244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/115247993411774244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2006/07/fifa-world-cup.html' title='FIFA World Cup'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-115188494702584788</id><published>2006-07-02T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:12.703-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What kind of Car am I??</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;I'm a Chevrolet Corvette!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tomorrowland.us/sportscar/images/corvette.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;You're a classic - powerful, athletic, and competitive. You're all about winning the race and getting the job done. While you have a practical everyday side, you get wild when anyone pushes your pedal. You hate to lose, but you hardly ever do.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.tomorrowland.us/sportscar"&gt;Which Sports Car Are You?&lt;/a&gt; quiz. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-115188494702584788?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/115188494702584788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=115188494702584788&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/115188494702584788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/115188494702584788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-kind-of-car-am-i.html' title='What kind of Car am I??'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-114815307891679258</id><published>2006-05-20T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:12.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess who's Back?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I know I have been absent lately. I have been trying to figure out do I want to be on Myspace or Blogger. I have decided I like blogger better. Myspace is cool but aesthetically I prefer blogger. I will try to maintain both pages but I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I just want to say I have lost a whopping 82 pounds since January. Amazing what eating less and working out will do for you. lol I feel lots better, physically and mentally. Although I freaking hate my job, I am working on that issue too. I have realized that I will probably never really be happy working. I am ready to retire already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Here are some pictures of my trip to Cancun. I had a fabulous time. I usually hate photos of myself but I think I took good pictures this time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/122723775305_0_BG.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/122723775305_0_BG.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/231252775305_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/231252775305_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/463052775305_0_BG.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/463052775305_0_BG.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Enjoy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-114815307891679258?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/114815307891679258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=114815307891679258&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/114815307891679258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/114815307891679258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2006/05/guess-whos-back.html' title='Guess who&apos;s Back?!'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-114476513196439232</id><published>2006-04-11T09:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:12.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Immigration - Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I just wanted to respond to my girl Reese comment to my Immigration blog: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Reese,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yes, you can get H1-B visas, but they are EXTREMELY hard to get! I know because I run my company's Immigration/Expatriate program, in addition to my other duties. The government only gives out 250 visas per profession per year per country. The profession has to be  specialized in an area that the U.S. doesn't have, so doctors, nurses and IT people don't usually qualify for those visas. You can't come from a certain country. Let's just say Middle Eastern countries are the most difficult.The only exception to this rule is China. They will allow up more Chinese in the country because they are a communist country and we make "exceptions" for communists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I agree with you that the U.S. is not ready for a guest worker program, but we had better get ready or this problem will never go away. I wouldn't mind paying more in taxes, if I knew that I was going to get health care and housing, like they do in Canada. All I know is we have to do better or things are going to get worse for everyone, including Americans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-114476513196439232?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/114476513196439232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=114476513196439232&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/114476513196439232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/114476513196439232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2006/04/immigration-part-ii.html' title='Immigration - Part II'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-114384001652431222</id><published>2006-03-31T15:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:12.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Immigration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There have been rallys and protests to the proposed Immigration laws. Kids in Dallas/Ft Worth walked out of school 3 days in a row in "protest". One girl, when asked by the media why she was protesting, her response was to turn to her friend and ask her why. Ummmm okay....why are you walking out of school and you don't even know why. What is wrong with her? Oh wait, it was a "free" day from school...let me just follow the dayum crowd. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have to say illegal immigrants are NOT just Mexicans or even Latino. There are illegal Irish, Brits, Australians, French, and Italians. They don't walk or even risk their lives to get here- they fly and never use their return ticket. So stop blaming Latinos for the immigration problems in this country. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;One of the things the Bush Administration is pushing is the Guest Worker program. Is it too much to hope that maybe this will go through? Canada has had a guest worker program for the past 15 years. It has been very successful. Guest workers can come and go to and from their "home country" to Canada, up to 6 months at a time.  Most immigrants don't want to leave their families, but they do because they need "more" for their families than what their country can offer. The Canadian guest worker gets a permit that is like a "green card" here. It depends on their profession for the amount of time they get to work in Canada. They work in Canada for 6 months then go back home for 6 months. How perfect is that? There aren't just construction workes or fruit pickers, there are nurses/doctors, computer workers, etc. They come from all over the world to work in Canada. The guest workers pay Canadian taxes, pay housing, etc, but it isn't done in secret, using false documents or in fear. They make the money they need for home and Canada gets the goods and services they need. What is the big deal? Guest workers get health care while they are there because Canada has a socialist health care system...meaning government funded health care. Guest workers who bring their children pay a small fee for school for the children. Why can't the U.S do the same? Canada's economy has not been hurt in any way. In fact, they have a very low unemployment rate and have very generous labor laws. We can learn a few things from our neighbors to the north. But we are to selfish and egocentric to try new things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Americans think we are the center of the world, the example for the world to follow, but we AREN'T!!! We can learn from other countries and try some of their successful programs. I truly believe if we institute a program like this, it would alleviate some of the problems we are having with illegal immigrants. It just all seems too simple to me. It wouldn't take away jobs from anyone. It helps with "professional shortages", like nursing and doctors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;WAKE UP AMERICA!! WE ARE FALLING BEHIND THE WORLD!!! WE ARE NO LONGER THE EXAMPLE, BUT THE JOKE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-114384001652431222?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/114384001652431222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=114384001652431222&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/114384001652431222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/114384001652431222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2006/03/immigration.html' title='Immigration'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-114339089510339503</id><published>2006-03-26T10:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:12.289-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE IS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Children are  such innocent and simple beings. Every now and then I have to be reminded of things. Here are some examples of answers children gave when asked about love: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From a survey of children ages 4 to 8, here were some of the best answers to the question, &lt;strong&gt;"WHAT DOES LOVE MEAN?":&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love." - Rebecca, age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth." - Billy, age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other." - Karl, age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs." - Chrissy, age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What makes you smile when you're tired." - Terri, age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK." - Danny, age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more."- Emily, age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen." - Bobby, age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day." - Mary Ann, age 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well." - Tommy, age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;And a few more of their best thoughts on love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate." - Nikka, age 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." - Karen, age 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget." - Jessica, age 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how simple they make it? Why can't we all do that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-114339089510339503?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/114339089510339503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=114339089510339503&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/114339089510339503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/114339089510339503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-is.html' title='LOVE IS...'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-114339574535592837</id><published>2006-03-25T11:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:12.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/TucancunBeach2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/400/TucancunBeach2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;I need a vacation. I decided to take one. I am going to Cancun for 6 fabulous nights. I really wanted to go on a cruise but in light of all the crap happening on cruises, I decided I better stay on the land. I am going to stay at a resort I have never been to before. It is called the Tucancun by &lt;a href="http://www.barcelo.com/BarceloHotels/en-GB/Hotels/Mexico/Cancun/TucancunBeach/Home.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barcelo Hotels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I hope this is a fun place. I usually like to stay at the &lt;a href="http://www.cancunpalace.com/cancun.asp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cancun Palace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; or the &lt;a href="http://www.moonpalace.com/gen/index.php"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moon Palace&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;, but they both are closed because of Hurricane Wilma or Rita. I can't remember which one. The rate was really good for the Tucancun and I couldn't pass it by. So I am making my vacation journey in April 24th. I will be sure to take lots of pics when I go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;But I need a mental rest and break! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-114339574535592837?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/114339574535592837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=114339574535592837&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/114339574535592837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/114339574535592837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2006/03/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-114289786886292724</id><published>2006-03-20T16:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:12.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuban Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A Carnival Cruise line picked up 28 Cubans from the sea. I don't know where, but they were in the ocean in search of freedom. The cruise ship makes a stop in Galveston, TX. The migrants are not allowed to get off the ship because of the U.S law of wet foot, dry foot. The cruise line has to meet a U S Coast Guard cutter boat in the middle of the ocean and then transfer the 28 people from the ship to the boat. Then they will be sent back to Cuba. Because Carnival Cruise lines is not registered under the U.S., the dry foot rule does not apply in this case. So they have to sit on a ship while it is docked in Galveston, looking at the people come and go. I think I would be tempted to blend in and get off the ship. &lt;a href="http://www.miami.com/mld/miamiherald/14143687.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuban Rescue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If a Cuban makes it to dry land, without the help of someone on the land, they will be given automatic asylum in the U.S. If someone on the land helps the Cuban by pulling them to land, they can go to jail and the Cuban is "disqualified" and sent back home. That is MADNESS!! This kind of previledge is not given to any other group, except Cubans. I understand the premise of it, but I think it is wrong. I think any group that has to brave shark infested waters to get some place should be given the opportunity to stay. I am speaking in terms of Haitians in particular. Haitians are turned away in droves. NOT FAIR! The only difference between them and Cuba, is that they have a quasi "democratic" government. I am all for getting my fellow Cubanos here, but only if it is fair and equitable to everyone. I know there is going to be someone out there pissed off at me for saying this. Hey I am Cuban too. I know all too well the suffering they are living with, the oppression they are under. But we need to be fair to everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know we are trying to fight Communism with stupid embargos and trade bans, but we are hurting the Cuban people more than we are helping. Cuban exiles can only visit the island once every 3 years. You can only take less than $500 in cash when you go. You can only visit immediate family members, parents and siblings only. No tios no primos, etc. How is that fighting Communism? How is that helping the Cuban people? It is more frustrating than helpful. I don't understand the thought behind all of this. I know someone out there will school me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want Cuba to be free. I want to be able to go there and vacation, visit familia. Go to the places of my ancestors. I hope this happens in my lifetime. CUBA LIBRE!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-114289786886292724?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/114289786886292724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=114289786886292724&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/114289786886292724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/114289786886292724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2006/03/cuban-feet.html' title='Cuban Feet'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-114072674906629133</id><published>2006-02-23T14:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:12.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quince</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My baby turns quince today. I can't believe it. Where did all the time go? It seems like yesterday I was bringing her home for the first time, giving her first bath, kissing her sweet little face and tiny feet. Now, I am lucky if I can get a hug on a good day. Quince is a milestone birthday. You are basically 3/4th of the way to being an adult. Some literature suggest that everything that a kid learns morally and emotionally has already be formed and that they are just trying out what they learn. I certainly hope not because I still have a lot to teach! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Now I have to deal with boys calling, badgering to do home work, and screaming to get off the dayum phone. I have done all of this alone and it has been a definite adventure. I have been seeing those anti drug commercials, where the parents' voices are telling the kids to buckle up or give up a seat to a pregnant woman. I wonder if my voice is in her head saying "Save yourself for marriage!" LOL. Do you think she can hear me? I hope so.  I wish her father could be here to experience all of this with me. But I know he is watching us and helping me along in his special way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We are going to have a quiet celebration with two of her best chicas. I will be reflecting on how my baby is not really my baby anymore and how her life it just beginning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Pray for me y'all!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-114072674906629133?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/114072674906629133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=114072674906629133&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/114072674906629133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/114072674906629133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2006/02/quince.html' title='Quince'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-114062293929164896</id><published>2006-02-22T10:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:12.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The US Gulf Coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Okay I am on a roll today y'all! I was watching Oprah yesterday. She did a show on how we don't know what is going on at the Gulf Coast today, since Hurricane Katrina. She had Lisa Ling act as special correspondent on her show. Lisa went to Mississippi Gulf Coast. I was speechless. Families are living in tent cities. Literally miles and miles of these tent cities. The lucky families were able to get trailers, but those are few and far between. There has been no clean up done, since October 2005. Trash and debris is EVERYWHERE!! What da hell??!! Everyone has been focused on New Orleans, but we have all seemed to forget that Mississippi was hit hard too. Mississippi is the poorest state in the union. They have been devestated by the hurricane but we have all forgotten about them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Where did all the money that was raised to help the Katrina Victims?? Why are people living in squalor?  Where is the Red Cross? Why aren't they spearheading clean up and repairs. I don't understand. Then Lisa showed how there are lots and lots of trailers that people could be using, just sitting around. They have been paid for by the government, but haven't been put to use. Why? Well, FEMA's excuse is that they don't have the land to put them on. Ummm how about cleaning up the cities where the devastation occurred? How about repairing the utilities so they can be used? I was amazed and appalled. We are spending billions helping Iraqis, but we have the poorest of the poor in our country suffering worse that an Iraqi. I don't understand it. I just don't. Why aren't the congress people protesting this?! Why aren't we as a nation protesting this treatment of our citizens? I am so ashamed today of my country! I am going to try to figure out what I can do to help because I can't sit by and watch this anymore! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-114062293929164896?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/114062293929164896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=114062293929164896&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/114062293929164896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/114062293929164896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2006/02/us-gulf-coast.html' title='The US Gulf Coast'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-114062211750055596</id><published>2006-02-21T09:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:11.952-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I have been off from work for awhile and have been taking the opportunity to watch TV all day. Can I just say that Chad Hedrick has totally ruined the Olympics for me? He is such an ASS! I have watch him shun Shauni Davis, African American Olympian, act like a spoiled, penchulant child. All because Shauni said no to him and his team event. I couldn't believe Chad said that he was upset because, "Shauni didn't discuss it with him first before withdrawing from the team event. I am the team leader so he should have discussed it with me." Well, who the hell is he that Shauni had to discuss his decision with him?!! I am ashamed to say Chad is from Texas (Houston...YUCK!!), but he must have forgotten he is NOT in Texas right now. He went to Turino with the goal of winning 5 gold medals. Did he not think Shani had goals too? Shauni had much more at stake than Chad did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I don't blame Shauni in the least. The USOC skating federation dissed him, by not giving him endorsements, allowing him to train with the rest of the team, just overall nasty to him. He had to go to Calgary to train. His mother worked 2 jobs for him to be able to fulfill his dream. He didn't have the cushy training facilities that the other speed skaters had, nor did he have the sponsorship to pay for his training, so he could focus on training and nothing else. I am so proud of Shauni for beating Chad AGAIN, even if it was with the Silver medal. I just wonder how many commercials in the US will Shauni have after the Olympics? Ummm...I am guessing none, because of this controversy that Chad started. Is that a new form of sportmanship? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Well I am going to just put it out there. It is because of his race. I am so not about the race card, but this is so obvious. The American Media has shown the world that America is still a racially divided country. It is crazy how the Canadian and Japanese speedskating teams came up, hugged and congraduated Shauni, but the US Speedskating team has yet to "recognize" him. Shauni has done the Jackie Robinson of the speed skating world, broken the racial barriers. Even though we are in the year 2006, it might as well be 1946 as far as speed skating is concerned. I am so ashamed by this whole thing. It has marred the Olympics for me, just as the Nancy Kerrigan and Tonya Harding incident did when I was a teenager. But the difference in that is it was two WHITE girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I have to say that I have found the Olympics overall to be boring and uninteresting. I don't know why. I just hope this controversy doesn't make us look worse in the World's eyes...not that the Iraq War hasn't already!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-114062211750055596?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/114062211750055596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=114062211750055596&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/114062211750055596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/114062211750055596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2006/02/olympics.html' title='Olympics'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-114036426410148206</id><published>2006-02-18T09:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:11.875-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;This song, "So Sick" describes exactly how I am feeling right now. It is officially over. My boo has called it quits. He has decided that the changes I made for the New Year to better my health were too much for him and he decided to end 3 years of being together. I am on a weight loss quest right now and he doesn't agree with it. I am doing this so I can get healthy and not have so many medical issues. I was slowly killing myself with food and it had to stop. So for the New Year, I decided I was going to change my eating habits and exercise more. I have had some trouble, but overall, I have been doing good. I cannot understand a person that does not want their "mate" to be healthy and possibly live a longer life. He has been with me through my tumor, chemo, and surgeries, but he can't stand by me with this. I don't understand at all. He is not trying to help me understand. He just says, "It's OVER!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Another problem we are having is location, location, location. He wants me to leave Dallas and move to Miami...RIGHT NOW! I made a promise to my daughter that she could stay in one high school until she graduates. She only has 3 1/2 years left. He can't seem to understand that it is important to stay put for high school. It is hard making friends anyway and moving all the time doesn't help! I moved to the house I am in currently to get her in a really good high school, in a really good neighborhood. As a parent isn't that what I am supposed to do? I want to satisfy my own whims and wishes, but I can't be that selfish. He seems to feel that my not moving right away is somehow because I don't love him. He is wrong. I am just trying to do what is best for my kid. He can't seem to understand that I have to put her needs above mine right now. As a parent, it is my responsibility to do that. Right? HELL YES, I would LOVE to be in Miami right now on the beach, in the sunshine. Instead I am stuck in Dallas with ice storms and 27 degree weather!! But can't he understand the sacrifices I am having to make right now. How can I help him understand that? He has a 4 year old daughter but because he is allowing a Nanny to raise her (he is a widower), he is able to come and go as he wishes. I don't chose to live that way. I have tried to convince him to move to Dallas and he contemplated it, but felt he couldn't live with the weather here and the expense of the airfare for him to travel to and from the Dominican Republic. He is by no means poor. He has tons of frequent flier miles and he has a best friend that freaking owns a jet...so it sounds like excuses to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am tired of trying to change his mind and think about the positives of our relationship. I am tired of trying to justify my decisions to him. I am just plain ole tired. So it is over! Stick a fork in me cuz I am done! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-114036426410148206?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/114036426410148206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=114036426410148206&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/114036426410148206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/114036426410148206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s Over'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-114018997493452641</id><published>2006-02-17T09:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:06.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DICK Chaney</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Okay anyone who knows me, knows I DON'T like Republicans. That doesn't mean that I always love Democrats either, but they are the lesser of two evils. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#336666;"&gt;When Dick Chaney shot his friend and hunting buddy, I think he did the right thing by not reporting it to the media right away. What a lot of people have failed to understand is that his hunting buddy is no longer in the public life. Maybe he didn't want everyone to know what an idiot he was to walk in front of Chaney while they were hunting.How he didn't follow the rule of letting him know he was coming close to him ...announcing he was there far enough away. That is hunting 101. I used to go hunting with my grandfather and he always emphasized that. No I didn't shot Bambi! Just a few pheasant, quail and rabbits. Okay that is another blog! lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Anyway, the man in the hospital, has the right to privacy. I would not want the whole world knowing my medical condition. Can he just be recover without the whole world examining everything? What gives the media the feeling of entitlement that they are supposed to know about everything about everyone? Okay fine, report about Chaney shooting the man, but leave it at that. Did anyone ever think that maybe Chaney was thinking about his friend before the news broke to the world.? I don't see what the big deal was that he didn't report it right away. I accept his explanation of things...he wanted to make sure his friend was okay before he broke the news to anyone. That is a normal reaction. Look what happened when it did come out. There has been a media frenzy at that man's hospital. Who can rest when you know there is media mayhem going on? What if this man didn't want the world to know his medical history? I am sure he and his family felt pressured to disclose hs medical condition, but what about his HIPAA privacy rights? He deserves to be able to recuperate without media scrutiny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#336666;"&gt;People are upset that Chaney didn't make a statement about it right away. Did anyone think that maybe he was upset and had to compose himself first? Shooting someone accidentally is not a fun thing, especially when it is your friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#336666;"&gt;I, in NO way support DICK and his policies, but in this situation, I do support his decision to make sure his friend was okay before "breaking" the story. I know I am going get flack from my friends in DC and Texas for this post. But I just want to believe the world isn't always full of evil politicians. I want to believe DICK and give him the benefit of the doubt. But mostly, I would like for the man in the hospital to be able to focus on getting well and not on the press hanging outside his hospital room!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-114018997493452641?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/114018997493452641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=114018997493452641&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/114018997493452641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/114018997493452641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2006/02/dick-chaney_17.html' title='DICK Chaney'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-113908317519729681</id><published>2006-02-04T13:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:06.681-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;After a long hiatus, I am back! After the New Year arrived, I realized I needed to make some major changes in my life. So I took a break to make that happen. I will try to blog more often. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lata for now!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-113908317519729681?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/113908317519729681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=113908317519729681&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113908317519729681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113908317519729681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-113598037474540607</id><published>2005-12-30T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:06.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Books</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Most people who know me know that I am obsessed with books and reading. I have a library in my house. Lately, I hadn't felt like reading much. Nothing has appealed to me lately. I wanted something that would take away me away, if just for a little while, from my sadness and misery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I was wondering around Barnes and Noble, hoping that I would find a book that at least peaked my interest. I read everything from non fiction, historial, romance, "regular fiction" and the almight "Chick Lit". I used to spend about $100 a month on books. That is a lot of dayum books. During my wondering around I found a book that I decided to read. I feel incomplete when I leave B&amp;N without a book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Don't laugh at me but the book I picked up was a good one. Maybe I didn't expect much and that is why it was so good. Okay here it is...TA DA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/Book%20cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/Book%20cover.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Pregnancy Test&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I really liked this book. It was funny, sexy, and very light reading. I didn't really have to think about anything other than I wished life could be like this. It is about a 20 something chica that gets pregnant by a 40 something man. He basically abandons her to be pregnant alone. Don't fret! She comes out of it good. It gives one hope that there are really men out there like the one she meets after she finds out she is pregnant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;If you want a no brainer book to read, pick up this one! I thoroughly enjoyed it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I was so upset Shelley Halima's new book, Los Morenos, didn't come out as scheduled! I mean man that was so mean of her publisher to make us wait until November for the book When November rolls around they say ummm opps it is really January 2006! I mean can a sista just get a good book to read now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/Shelley"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/Shelley%27s%20book%20cover.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I am also waiting for Mary Castillo to come out with her sequel to "Hot Tamara"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/Mary"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/Mary%27s%20book%20cover.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurry, Mary, Hurry!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;This is torture!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-113598037474540607?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/113598037474540607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=113598037474540607&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113598037474540607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113598037474540607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/12/books.html' title='Books'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-113596342134181106</id><published>2005-12-24T11:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:06.507-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It is official</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No more chemo! Yay for me! I was about to call it quits anyway and just give up when my oncologist said I didn't have to come back anymore for chemo. I have to go every month for a year to get blood work done, but , hopefully it won't detect anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;This year has been a tough one for me physically and emotionally. Hopefully the New Year will be better for me and my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-113596342134181106?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/113596342134181106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=113596342134181106&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113596342134181106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113596342134181106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-is-official.html' title='It is official'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-113477820881881380</id><published>2005-12-16T18:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:06.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Porn Star Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #cddeff" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Porn Star Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ebf2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/pornstarnamegenerator/girl.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Little Miss Muff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pornstarnamegenerator/"&gt;What's" Your Porn Star Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I had to throw this one in for the day. It is too funny! I don't know what that means but it doesn't sound good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-113477820881881380?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/113477820881881380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=113477820881881380&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113477820881881380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113477820881881380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/12/porn-star-name.html' title='Porn Star Name'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-113477668854191645</id><published>2005-12-16T17:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:06.178-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Martini are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;My really good friends know I am a funny drunk. I typically fall down or laugh at the stupiest stuff. I thought this one was fun because because I have just come back from learning how to make some really fun Cuban drinks. I am typically a rum drinker but enjoy a martini every now and then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;CHEERS!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are a Dirty Martini&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavormartiniareyouquiz/dirty-martini.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a sexy, sometimes belligerent, over the top drunk.&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get in a lot of trouble. When you drink, there are no rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should never: Drink in the company of strangers. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal party: Is so good you black out in the middle of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your drinking soulmates: Those with a Margarita Martini personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your drinking rivals: Those with an Orange Martini personality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavormartiniareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Martini Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-113477668854191645?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/113477668854191645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=113477668854191645&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113477668854191645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113477668854191645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-martini-are-you.html' title='What Martini are you?'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-113477781654744762</id><published>2005-12-09T18:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:06.344-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Biopsy Results</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;I got my biopsy results today. Drumroll please...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;They were negative. No cancer cells, just a benign growth. I have a lot of those these days. I am told it is perfectly ok to leave it alone and it should shrink on its own. So we will see about that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;I am on chemo already so it makes me feel better that I don't have to add more toxins to my toxic waste site.I am just ready for it to all be over with. I go to my oncologist next week so we will see if I have to keep on going. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Maybe it will all be over soon! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-113477781654744762?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/113477781654744762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=113477781654744762&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113477781654744762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113477781654744762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/12/biopsy-results.html' title='Biopsy Results'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-113477742174817758</id><published>2005-12-05T17:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:06.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Biopsy</title><content type='html'>Okay I have been sufficiently humiliated enough for one life time. I had my breast biopsy. Of course, I have to get exposed and have more strangers feeling up my boobs.  I had it done. First, the radiologist didn't numb me up properly and seemed to be upset when she took the sample and I protested in pain. They took 4 samples and each time was worse than the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the day off from work and dayum am I glad I did. I went home with a throbbing teta, and not the good kind of throbbing either. I felt like my chest was en fuego! After all that pain, I know the treatment can't be much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well waiting for the results!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-113477742174817758?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/113477742174817758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=113477742174817758&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113477742174817758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113477742174817758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/12/biopsy.html' title='Biopsy'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-113357315031991074</id><published>2005-12-02T19:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:06.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are The Godfather Ice Cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/the-godfather.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone crosses you, and they'll end up with a scoop of this in their bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatflavorbenandjerrysicecreamareyouquiz/"&gt;What Flavor Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I love ice cream! And wouldn't you know I am the GODFATHER! Hell yeah that's me!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-113357315031991074?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/113357315031991074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=113357315031991074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113357315031991074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113357315031991074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/12/ice-cream.html' title='Ice Cream'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-113347185180849171</id><published>2005-12-01T12:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:06.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE SUCKS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Typically I try to be positive about the goings on in my life but today I just can't do it. My life sucks right now. About a month ago I found a lump in my breast with a huge bruise around it. Okay, so I go see my MD and she says let's do a mammogram. Can I just add that I am ALREADY on freaking CHEMO?!! I go have the mammogram and ultrasound done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;First, let me say this...having a mammogram can be a humiliating thing when you have big boobs. They slap your stuff all around in the machines like it isn't attached to you. Then they smash it, until it is flat. PAINFUL!! I know it is a necessary thing but man can you invent a different way of screening? I don't want to discourage any of you women out there from getting one done but be aware of what happens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;After I have the mammogram and ultrasound, this perky radiologist comes out and says, "Well you have some pre-cancerous cells in there,but we need to do a biopsy to make sure. But we don't do that here." WHAT?! Okay so now I have precancerous cells in my teta and you can't do the biopsy here?? I call the insurance company and they are so mixed up they can't understand this is a new "cancer" problem! Dealing with insurance companies is a freaking workout...AND I am a Benefits Manager!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So finally I got my biopsy approved and found a place that can do it, but wait...I have to WAIT 2 weeks before they can get me in to do it! I AM A FREAKING TIME BOMB HERE PEOPLE!! I need help NOW not two weeks from now. I could be loosing valuable time. But alas, they didn't care to hear that and it made no difference. My biopsy is scheduled for 12/5/05. So I ask my current oncologist if I have to do a different kind of chemo if I have breast cancer. She tells me, "Well, let's see what it is first." I don't want to hear that. I want to know what my options are so I can make plans or not be taken by surprise. Is that asking too much? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Pray for me people, cuz I don't know how much more of this I can take in one life time!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-113347185180849171?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/113347185180849171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=113347185180849171&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113347185180849171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113347185180849171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-sucks.html' title='LIFE SUCKS!'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-113322840483386101</id><published>2005-11-28T19:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:05.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More than Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="Title" style="FONT: bold 11px verdana"&gt;&lt;h1 style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13px; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; FONT-STYLE: normal; FONT-VARIANT: normal"&gt;Watch Video:&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;a class="hov" style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; WIDTH: 300px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" href="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/f/frankie_j/more_than_words.html" target="_blank"&gt;MORE THAN WORDS (Frankie J) &lt;p&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" src="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/f/frankie_j/more_than_words_718806.asx" width="300" height="300" type="application/x-mplayer2" autoplay="true" showcontrols="1" showstatusbar="0" loop="true" enablecontextmenu="0" displaysize="0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videocodezone.com/"&gt;Video Code provided by VideoCodeZone.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tonight my Boo told me that I am unemotional and unfeeling. My words mean nothing anymore to him. Not that I can say anything more to him than I alread have. He says that his problems are greater than mine. How do you put a measurement on our feelings, whether it is for each other or anything else. I don't know why he can't understand how I feel right now. But I guess he can't comprehend the pain and grief I am feeling right now. It is to the point that I can't "feel" for anyone right now. I am moving through my day to day activities as though I am sleep walking. How can I make him understand that? I am ALWAYS there for him; he has been there for me too, but I need a little more patience from him. I think this song says it all right now, for both of us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-113322840483386101?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/113322840483386101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=113322840483386101&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113322840483386101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113322840483386101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-than-words.html' title='More than Words'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-113322713842446276</id><published>2005-11-28T18:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:05.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas lights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;After much badgering by my kid, I decided to go ahead and put up our Christmas lights on our house. Can I just say that was a freaking WORKOUT?! I forgot I needed to cut the hedges in front of my house before I could put the lights on them. I finally get them up before it started raining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So here are a few pictures of the lights in front of my house.  By the way, I didn't take the pictures. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Holidays! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/Our%20House%20Christmas%20lights%202005%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/Our%20House%20Christmas%20lights%202005%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/Our%20House%20Christmas%20lights%202005%20007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/Our%20House%20Christmas%20lights%202005%20007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/Our%20House%20Christmas%20lights%202005%20008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/Our%20House%20Christmas%20lights%202005%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/Our%20House%20Christmas%20lights%202005%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/Our%20House%20Christmas%20lights%202005%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/Our%20House%20Christmas%20lights%202005%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/Our%20House%20Christmas%20lights%202005%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-113322713842446276?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/113322713842446276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=113322713842446276&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113322713842446276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113322713842446276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/11/christmas-lights.html' title='Christmas lights'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-113311668153795727</id><published>2005-11-27T12:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:05.795-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it Christmas time already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/iPod.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/iPod.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/zenmicro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/zenmicro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Is it Christmas already? Man, I am just recovering financially from last Christmas!! My daughter has given me her list already. Between my parents and myself, she will probably get most of what she wants. Of course at the top of the list is an iPod! Hell, I want a dayum iPod myself. But she will probably get the cheaper, Creative Zen MP3 instead. It holds as many songs and it has a FM radio, so she will get over it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Since this is our first Christmas in "our" house, she wants to put up Christmas lights outside the house. I haven't done this since I was a teenager and then it was with my dad making me do it. I guess it hasn't changed for me, only this time it is my kid "making" me do it. I usually love Christmas, but this year I am not feeling it. I am still devestated that my grandmother won't be here with us. Thanksgiving sucked for me because I was crying the whole day. She was supposed to be here with us. It didn't feel right. I guess I will have to get used to it being this way. It just seems like everything is so commercial now. I try to get my daughter to understand why we have Christmas but it is a moot point when there are presents involved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I am hoping I can cope with this holiday season! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ay Dios! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-113311668153795727?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/113311668153795727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=113311668153795727&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113311668153795727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113311668153795727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/11/is-it-christmas-time-already.html' title='Is it Christmas time already?'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-113310687033693684</id><published>2005-11-27T09:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:05.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music I am feeling right now</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="Title" style="FONT: bold 11px verdana"&gt;&lt;h1 style="DISPLAY: inline; FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-SIZE: 13px; LINE-HEIGHT: normal; FONT-STYLE: normal; FONT-VARIANT: normal"&gt;Watch Video:&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;a class="hov" style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 2px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: black 2px solid; DISPLAY: block; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: black 2px solid; WIDTH: 300px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 2px solid" href="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/m/mariah_carey/dont_forget_about_us.html" target="_blank"&gt;DON'T FORGET ABOUT US (Mariah Carey) &lt;p&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" src="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/m/mariah_carey/dont_forget_about_us_161567.asx" width="300" height="300" type="application/x-mplayer2" autoplay="true" showcontrols="1" showstatusbar="0" loop="true" enablecontextmenu="0" displaysize="0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.videocodezone.com/"&gt;Video Code provided by VideoCodeZone.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;I am really feeling this song these days. This song brings up memories of my first love, who became my husband when I was 17. Those days seem so long ago. Mariah is so right that your first love is always your strongest. You compare all future loves to them, good or bad. It can be a bit potent. My first love and I were together from the time I was 13 until I was 24, married at 17. Thinking back I was so dumb to get married so young, but love cannot be denied sometimes. I don't regret anything about that time in my life, other than wishing my husband hadn't been in the military and hadn't been killed in Desert Storm. The Bush family has really destroyed my family as well as others. Oh well, that is another posting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 3px 0px"&gt;Enjoy Mariah! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-113310687033693684?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/113310687033693684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=113310687033693684&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113310687033693684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113310687033693684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/11/music-i-am-feeling-right-now.html' title='Music I am feeling right now'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-113242292673504222</id><published>2005-11-19T11:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:05.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How Much is your Blog worth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #cccccc 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #cccccc 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: #cccccc 1px solid; WIDTH: 115px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #cccccc 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: white; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0px"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://static.flickr.com/23/25822676_789bf55448_t.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;My &lt;a href="http://www.pensandosdemi.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; is worth &lt;b&gt;$4,516.32&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.business-opportunities.biz/projects/how-much-is-your-blog-worth/"&gt;How much is your blog worth?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" href="http://www.technorati.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" src="http://technorati.com/pix/tech-logo-embed.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dayum, that is all it is worth?? lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-113242292673504222?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/113242292673504222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=113242292673504222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113242292673504222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113242292673504222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-much-is-your-blog-worth.html' title='How Much is your Blog worth?'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-113242254772242141</id><published>2005-11-19T11:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:05.495-06:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things about Me...That I recently discovered</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been tagged by my boy Envizable. Sorry, I am late doing this but I have been busy this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Things about Me...that I recently discovered:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;1. I am a lot stronger than I thought I was...emotionally and physically&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2. I have turned into my mother and that is NOT a GOOD THING! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;3. I am a decent parent to my kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;4. I don't love easily and don't allow myself to be loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;5. I LOVE traveling, any and everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;6. I am obessed with reading and the INTERNET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;7. I have some awesome Internet friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;8. I have become more tolerant of stupidity than I used to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;9. I am not a good judge of character with others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;10. I can say NO without feeling guilty about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-113242254772242141?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/113242254772242141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=113242254772242141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113242254772242141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113242254772242141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/11/10-things-about-methat-i-recently.html' title='10 Things about Me...That I recently discovered'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-113242115888402627</id><published>2005-11-19T11:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:05.407-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life as a Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;The Movie Of Your Life Is An Indie Flick&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/indie-flick.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do things your own way - and it's made for colorful times.&lt;br /&gt;Your life hasn't turned out how anyone expected, thank goodness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your best movie matches: Clerks, Garden State, Napoleon Dynamite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/ifyourlifewasamoviewhatgenrewoulditbequiz/"&gt;If Your Life Was a Movie, What Genre Would It Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know, I didn't like any of those movies. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-113242115888402627?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/113242115888402627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=113242115888402627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113242115888402627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113242115888402627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/11/my-life-as-movie.html' title='My Life as a Movie'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-113311479944656360</id><published>2005-11-17T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:05.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Get away!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/Kim%20drinking%20a%20St%20Lucia.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/Kim%20drinking%20a%20St%20Lucia.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I had to take a break from my life for a minute, so I took a day trip to Washington, DC. I went to a party, I guess you could call it that, teaching how to make Cuban drinks. I know, it seems crazy to fly in someplace for 2 nights and a day, just to get away, but I did. My grief for my grandmother is at times overwhelming and I feel like I can't cope sometimes. The chemotherapy sucks, not as bad as before, but sucks none the less. I know, I know...I am not supposed to be drinking alcohol on chemotherapy. Shit, I was good al the other times and look where I ended up. So what is a little fun a minute. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I felt like I needed to do this. So I flew in to DC on Tuesday night (11.15.05), went to the "party" on Wednesday night (11.16.05) and returned home on Thursday (11.17.05) at 8 am in the morning and I went to work on Thursday...with a hangover but I went. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;The party was a lot of fun. It was heald at a Cuban restaurant called Yuca. I attended with mi amiga &lt;a href="http://www.grouchygrumbles.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grouchy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I can always count on her to partake in my wild activities from time to time. It is great to have a friend to do that is willing to do that with me. We learned how to make, I think, about 6 different drinks. After the first 3, I was drunk. My favorite drink of the night was the St. Lucia. Let me see if I can remember what was in it. There is Coconut Rum (They suggested Captain Parrot, but I am all about Cruzian flavored rums), Midori, Pineapple juice, and Sours. This drink was delicious. I kept sucking them down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Check out the photos from the night! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marissa taking a sip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/Marissa%20drinking%20a%20St%20Lucia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/Marissa%20drinking%20a%20St%20Lucia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The drink Menu at Yuca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/Menu%20from%20Yuca%20aka%20escape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;VIVA CUBA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-113311479944656360?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/113311479944656360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=113311479944656360&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113311479944656360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113311479944656360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/11/quick-get-away.html' title='Quick Get away!'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-113175854181004800</id><published>2005-11-11T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:05.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Heart Is Orange&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/orange.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love equals unbridled happiness for you. You enjoy the wild ride of falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;And while the ride is fun for a while, you always get off once the thrill is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: Hyper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky first date: Anything you need your passport for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream lover: Is both daring and well grounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you bring to relationships: Energy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Color Heart Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love...what a small word for a powerful sentiment, massive feeling, STRONG emotion. I love being in love. It is the only time you feel powerful, confident, strong! Yet, vulnerable and small at times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have a soulmate. The other half of myself. We have been together 3 years. Living in different parts of the country. Coming together when we can, when we have the NEED to be together. Loving each other when we are together with a consuming passion that knows no boundaries. Fighting with each other, hurting each other with that same passion, but yet, knowing we can't be apart for long. Coming together again with that same uncontrolled need for each other. No, not always sex but just the need to be together with each other, touch each other, just together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love...what more can you say about it?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-113175854181004800?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/113175854181004800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=113175854181004800&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113175854181004800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113175854181004800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/11/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-113150883717276474</id><published>2005-11-08T21:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:05.247-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What does your Birthday Mean?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#e6e6fa;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: July 23&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2f2fb"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not good at any one thing, and that's the problem.&lt;br /&gt;You're good at so much - you never know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Change is in your blood, and you don't stick to much for long.&lt;br /&gt;You are destined for a life of travel and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your likeability&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: You never feel satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Bright yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Asterisk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: May&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-113150883717276474?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/113150883717276474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=113150883717276474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113150883717276474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113150883717276474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-does-your-birthday-mean.html' title='What does your Birthday Mean?'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-113139764398348032</id><published>2005-11-07T15:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:05.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How are you in Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take a while to fall in love with someone. Trust takes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give and take equally in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/"&gt;How Are You In Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-113139764398348032?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/113139764398348032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=113139764398348032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113139764398348032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113139764398348032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/11/how-are-you-in-love.html' title='How are you in Love?'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-113139739313994744</id><published>2005-11-07T15:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:05.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Undies!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bg style="color:#f8e8ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Underwear Says About You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fcf3ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/underwear.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy wearing nice underwear, even if it comes at a hefty price tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're comfortable in your own skin - and don't care to impress anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theunderwearoracle/"&gt;The Underwear Oracle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-113139739313994744?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/113139739313994744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=113139739313994744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113139739313994744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113139739313994744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/11/undies.html' title='Undies!!'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-113138022259256871</id><published>2005-11-07T10:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:04.986-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I got this from my girl &lt;a href="http://www.tainomangu.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. She always has fun stuff on her blog! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Regina" src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/ifeellikerain/1098172003_sultregina.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regina George&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I am sooooo not this bitch! lol Umm did I answer the questions right?? This quiz is just WRONG! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ifeellikerain/quizzes/Which%20Mean%20Girl%20are%20you?/"&gt;Which Mean Girl are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-113138022259256871?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/113138022259256871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=113138022259256871&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113138022259256871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113138022259256871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/11/mean-girl.html' title='Mean Girl'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-113128606284996810</id><published>2005-10-31T19:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:04.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;To say I like Halloween is an understatement of sorts. A lot of my friends don't participate in Halloween activities because of the thought that it is celebrating evil. In Catholic Doctrine, Halloween came about as all Hallow's eve(All Soul's Day), which is a MAJOR holy day and precursor to All Saints Day (Nov 1). On All Soul's Day, you pray for the dead and their souls, so if they are in Purgatory (the space between heaven and hell), they will go to heaven because of our prayers and pentence for them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;So all Soul's Day is a day of prayer and repentance for Catholics. According to my catechism classes, you dress up as the person who died to celebrate their lives and pray for them. Of course, American's had to commercialize it and make it into a day of making money instead of what it really is, a day of prayer for your dearly departed. I buy into the part of the commercialization by dressing up in costumes and passing out candy, well eating the candy I am supposed to be passing out. I love seeing the kids dressed up in their costumes and parading about the neighborhood asking for treats. It provides an opportunity to pretend to be something fun for the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/640/Halloween%20Pictures%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/Halloween%20Pictures%20011.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This me having fun in my costume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;This year Halloween took on a new meaning for me. I prayed for by abuela who passed away and prayed that she will help me to not grieve so much for her, to not miss her so much. It hasn't worked yet, but I am hoping it will soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-113128606284996810?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/113128606284996810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=113128606284996810&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113128606284996810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113128606284996810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/10/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-113011456517462780</id><published>2005-10-23T19:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:04.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>I swiped this from my girl, Reese, who swipped it from her girl Dez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/miranda.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="top"&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are Most Like Miranda!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you've had your fair share of romance, men don't come first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are a distant third to your friends and career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this independence *is* attractive to some men, in measured doses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that if you imagine the best outcome, it might just happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romantic prediction: Someone from your past is waiting to reconnect...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you'll have to think of him differently, if you want things to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/cityquiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Sex and the City Vixen Are You Most Like?&lt;br /&gt;Take This Quiz Right Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/"&gt;Find the Love of Your Life&lt;br /&gt;(and More Love Quizzes) at Your New Romance.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I thought I was Samantha, but I guess not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-113011456517462780?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/113011456517462780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=113011456517462780&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113011456517462780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/113011456517462780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/10/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-112968904111231933</id><published>2005-10-18T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:04.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grief</title><content type='html'>Over the past few days I have experienced a grief that words cannot describe. My wonderful abuela died on October 13th. I feel like a piece of me has been ripped from my body and lays bleeding on the ground. I have never known such sorrow, such anguish. One minute she is there, the next she isn't. I don't know...I just feel like there are times I can't stand being in my own skin because I miss her so much. I feel such anger that other people have their grandparents there but mine is gone. It sounds so ridiculous as I write this, but it is the way I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been calling me to tell me how sorry they are for my loss and I truly appreciate that. But, I feel like a wound that has the scab torn off with each word they say. They talk about their memories of her and what a great person she was...past tense...was...and I feel like screaming, "Please, you are killing me with each word!" It all sounds so selfish and petty. This has all felt like a dream, really a nightmare. I keep expecting to hear her voice calling out to me to bring her a pop. Or she and my daughter screaming at each other. It used to drive me crazy, man do I want to hear that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My abuela was a wonderful person. Of course not without her faults, but who of us don't have faults. But overall, she was a very caring, loving, and generous person. I will miss her overwhelmingly so, with EVERY fiber of my being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana I love you and will cherish your memory throughout my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-112968904111231933?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/112968904111231933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=112968904111231933&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112968904111231933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112968904111231933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/10/grief.html' title='Grief'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-112890854540473183</id><published>2005-10-09T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:04.581-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What Personality am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I got this from my chica &lt;a href="http://tainomangu.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="3" bgcolor="white" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com"&gt;&lt;img height="32" alt="ColorQuiz.com" src="http://www.colorquiz.com/images/colorquizlogosmall2.gif" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;Kim took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test! &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Defiantly opposes any sort of restriction or oppos..."&lt;/i&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colorquiz.com/cgi-bin/results.cgi?do=print_blog&amp;picked1=5,1,3,7,2,0,6,4,5&amp;amp;picked2=7,2,1,5,3,4,6,0,7&amp;sex=f&amp;amp;blog_name=Kim"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to read the rest of the results.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-112890854540473183?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/112890854540473183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=112890854540473183&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112890854540473183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112890854540473183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-personality-am-i.html' title='What Personality am I?'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-112890804486270348</id><published>2005-10-09T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:04.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Office Space Character</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I got this quiz from my girl Reese. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://images.quizilla.com/1033755435_obs_result.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are "the Bobs".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are basically in a position of power. With the&lt;br /&gt;ability to fire people at will, you can make&lt;br /&gt;them do almost anything you want. Like forcing&lt;br /&gt;someone to lie about their true feelings for&lt;br /&gt;adult contemporary artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/operagoth/quizzes/Which%20Office%20Space%20Character%20Are%20You?/"&gt;Which Office Space Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:-2;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-112890804486270348?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/112890804486270348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=112890804486270348&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112890804486270348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112890804486270348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/10/office-space-character.html' title='Office Space Character'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-112881973353606987</id><published>2005-10-08T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:04.329-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Grandmother</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;When I wrote my previous posts about grandmothers it was prior to my grandmother becoming ill. How ironic is that? For the past 5 days my abuela has been fighting for her life. She has been in and out of the hospital for the past 3 months. She goes in and she comes back out. This week has been different. I have come to the shocking realization that she is not going to live forever. In the back of my mind I thought she would be with me always. I don't think she is coming out of the hospital this time. As much as I want her to, I don't think she is. She has Congestive Heart Failure, Ephysema, and now they have found tumors in her abdomen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;She has been with me for all the majors in my life. First communion, first dance, first cotillion, wedding day, birth of my baby....every first she has been there. She taught me how to ride my bicycle. My parents didn't have time. When I sent the summer in New Orleans she told them to bring my bike. They did and she taught me how to ride it. She didn't get on the side and run like most of my friends' parents did. She talked me through it. She said, " Okay mi amor, you are going to get on the bike, balance it and then pedel as fast as you can." Why is it I can remember that like it happened yesterday. She is always the one that "talks me through things." Sometimes I take her advice and sometimes I didn't. It was the times I didn't that I wished I had. We yell and scream at each other and say mean things to each other but we LOVE each other just as passionately. She was always the one I could turn to in my times of need. She showed me how strong I could be but at the same time supported me in anyway she could. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;What am I going to do when she is not there anymore? It so strange to try to think about her not being there. I stood in my shower, sobbing because it hit me that she is going to die. I feel like a piece of me is dying with her. I haven't been dealing with this very well. My own illness is playing a part in why I am not handling this so well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have been trying to find a way to say goodbye to her, but I don't think I can. I don't think I ever will. I know I have to think with my head not not my heart, but how do you turn your heart off when you are dealing with someone you love? I have decide to just enjoy everyday I can with her and be happy with the 38 years I have had her in my life. But, I am lonely for her already. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-112881973353606987?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/112881973353606987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=112881973353606987&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112881973353606987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112881973353606987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-grandmother.html' title='My Grandmother'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-112883468917746197</id><published>2005-10-07T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:04.409-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Greg Louganis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/greg101a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/400/greg101a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;When I was a wee girl, I watched the 1976 Olympics. This was a significant year because it was the bicentennial of our country and the year Greg Louganis won the USA's first gold medal in diving. That was the year I had my first crush. I wanted to marry Greg. He was the MAN for me. He was so beautiful. He had the body of a Greek god. The washboard stomach, the muscles the full package. He was the diver I ever seen that wasn't Russian or Chinese. I knew I wanted him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I know he is gay, but the 9 year old in me doesn't care. He still is poetry in motion on the diving board. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #33ccff"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-112883468917746197?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/112883468917746197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=112883468917746197&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112883468917746197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112883468917746197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/10/greg-louganis.html' title='Greg Louganis'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-112829831910457109</id><published>2005-09-30T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:04.257-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Today I met my friend's grandma. She invited me over to meet her mom and grandma and to share a meal with them. This friend has turned out to be a God-send but that is another blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;When I walked in and met "Granny", I felt like I was looking in my grandmother's face. Granny was feisty and fun and didn't bite her tongue in any way. She was loving and demanding; the type of demanding that comes with age and wisdom. I felt like I was talking to my grandmother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Talking with Granny made me realize all grandmothers are they same, no matter what the race. They all think they know what is best for you, sometimes they do and sometimes they don't. They feel they can say ANYTHING to you about you and your life. It isn't important if your feelings are hurt or not; they are telling you because it is for "your own good, M'ija!". Those are universal words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;So give your grandmother a big hug today and tell her you love her! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-112829831910457109?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/112829831910457109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=112829831910457109&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112829831910457109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112829831910457109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/09/grandmothers.html' title='Grandmothers'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-112770189585524212</id><published>2005-09-25T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:04.172-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Over for Now</title><content type='html'>Well I had my surgery on Friday. I survived. I am at home and doing quite well. They took out a 4 pound tumor from my body, 10 centimenters around and they did it laproscopically. The wonders of medicine. It was a benign tumor that started out on my kidney and spread to the muscles on the right side of my back. He was able to keep my kidney and prevent me from being paralyzed.  It wasn't cancerous so that is good news, but I still have to have chemotherapy for 3 months. I still hate the fact that I have to have chemo, but it is better than getting a death sentance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say my oncology surgeon is a hottie. He came from Houston just to do my surgery. He told me that I sent Hurricane Rita to Houston just to make sure he showed up for the surgery. This type of humor put me at ease. The fact that he is GUAPO had absolutely nothing to do with it.  I love him! He made me no promises, but gave me hope when I thought there was none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boo came from Miami to the hospital and has not left my side. He is always the type to put his job before anything. So let's just say it was a surprise, a VERY pleasant, surprise for me nonetheless. He has been like a rock; my champion when I was having difficulty after the surgery. I thought he wasn't the type I could depend on, but he proved me wrong. Hey Karla, I think the DR men are better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it is on to chemotherapy next week. So it is on to hair loss, puking, diarrhea and fatigue. Ain't life WONDERFUL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-112770189585524212?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/112770189585524212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=112770189585524212&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112770189585524212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112770189585524212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-over-for-now.html' title='It&apos;s Over for Now'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-112749449405775038</id><published>2005-09-22T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:04.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Okay...have you ever just LOVED a song so much but you DO NOT know the name of it? Well, I am loving this one reggaeton song, but I can't figure out the name of it. And of course they play it on a brand new station here that doesn't have a DJ yet. I have become obsessed with this song. The only part I know is "Mejor que yo". That is ALL I know. It has a fast beat and then it slows down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am appealing to all my Latino people out there...WHAT IS THE NAME OF THAT DAYUM SONG?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-112749449405775038?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/112749449405775038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=112749449405775038&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112749449405775038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112749449405775038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/09/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-112723587253319839</id><published>2005-09-20T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:04.008-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Response to Reese about New Orleans</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wanted to respond to my girl Reese regarding her comments on New Orleans. Reese, have you ever lived there? Have you ever been there when there wasn't a festival or some major convention happening? I have. I lived there for 2 years, so I know what it is like to be there day after day. If you haven't, then you don't KNOW the real New Orleans. You CANNOT go by what you have seen on TV the past few weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;New Orleans has survived hundreds of hurricanes since it has been in existance and there was no reason to believe it wouldn't survive this one. The government for whatever reason decided not to spend the needed money to reinforce the levees that surround the city, but that is neither here nor there. It is where it is and I hope it stays. I just hope they decide to build the levees stronger. Every city has poverty and crime and New Orleans isn't any different. In my previous post, I was mourning for the city that I know/knew and love, not discussing the socioeconmics of the city. I could go into the politics of the city, but I won't. It is difficult for someone from the "North" to understand the thoughts and outlook of the people from the "South". We may seem oppressed and out of touch with the progressive ways of the "North", but we like it that way. "Seem" being the operational word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Reese, yes I hope New Orleans is able to rebuild and be a better city, but I hope in the process that it doesn't lose its "essence" and if that includes poverty and crime then so be it. Washington, DC has the highest division of socio-economic differences, with very little "middle ground", so you should look in your own backyard first for changes. By the way, Miami has a HIGH crime rate too, but you were willing to move there, so you need to give New Orleans a break. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I love New Orleans the way it was and I am mourning for my city that I love and KNOW very well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-112723587253319839?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/112723587253319839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=112723587253319839&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112723587253319839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112723587253319839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/09/response-to-reese-about-new-orleans.html' title='Response to Reese about New Orleans'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-112701586480669437</id><published>2005-09-17T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:03.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Orleans</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/_41319931_chartafp300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/_41319931_chartafp300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hurricane Katrina from space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It has taken me a while to talk about what has happened in New Orleans. I have truly been in shock and dismayed by what has happened there. My grandparents used to live there and my grandmother still owns the house there, so New Orleans has very special meaning for me. I have been deeply saddened and upset by it all. I think the media showed too much of what was going on there, but me, like many other people, was glued to the TV. I would sob every time they would show the streets where I played with my cousins as a kid, the streets where I watched my first &lt;a href="http://www.mardigrasneworleans.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mardi Gras&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;Parades, the place where I got married to young, had my first job as a nurse at Charity Hospital, and the streets where I had my first alcoholic drink. Yes, I rank my first alcoholic beverage right up there with all my significant firsts! I remember every Sunday was brunch, beignets, hot chocolate and cafe au laits after Mass. &lt;a href="http://www.cafedumonde.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cafe du Monde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a sidewalk cafe reminisant of a Parisian cafe, has survived many a hurricane. Will it survive this one? My heart breaks everytime I think about it. The memories running through my head like a movie. I can't stop them and I don't really want to because that might be all I have left of the city I love so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;What happened to the city that held so much joy for me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Right after Hurricane Katrina, I was worried about my family members that are still there. Some had left town on Saturday, but most stayed behind because they thought they could "ride" it out. No word from them for days. What scary moments those were. My grand uncle, who is 76 years old, walked the 80 miles from New Orleans to Baton Rouge, with his family. He refused to go to the Superdome, which I am so glad he refused, after hearing all the vicious things that occurred there. He said that if he survived World War II, he was going to be damned if he died in a Hurricane. He always kept 5 or 6 backpacks filled with MREs, water, flashlights, and first aid kits. Everyone laughed at him, but who is laughing now?! He survived, he and his family. No one really thought this hurricane would be a bad one. They thought it would be like all the hurricanes before. But Katrina surprised us all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;All of my family survived and are in safe places, but I think about those that didn't. I have some disappointment with the response of the government, but not overwhelming anger. I am pissed that they didn't carry out the disaster plan they created, specifically with New Orleans in mind. Why didn't they?! It was all outlined what needed to happen. Isn't it better to be safe than sorry, like we all are now? What was the point of doing all those exercises and drills? Was it a waste of tax payer money and volunteer time? I am beginning to think so. It makes me wonder are we safe from the so called terrorists. All that planning, will it be a waste of time should another September 11 occur?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here are some pictures of my favorite places in New Orleans, that hold my fondest memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/Boubon%20Street1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bourbon Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/Natchez%20on%20the%20Mississippi1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Natchez Riverboat on the Mississippi River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/St%20Louis%20Cathedral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;St.Louis Cathedral in the Vieux Carre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/Super%20dome.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Super Dome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I pray that it can get back to it's former glory and distinction. I have plenty more Mardi Gras Parades, Jazz Festivals and Bayou Classics to attention. I LOVE YOU NEW ORLEANS!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-112701586480669437?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/112701586480669437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=112701586480669437&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112701586480669437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112701586480669437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-orleans.html' title='New Orleans'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-112701828634088410</id><published>2005-09-16T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:03.929-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It will be okay!</title><content type='html'>My surgery has been rescheduled for Friday, September 23rd. The pain is killing me. The tumor on my kidney has attached itself on the nerves and muscles in my back. So, I have the possibility of being paralyzed also. Supposedly it is a day surgery with an overnight hospital stay. Then the next week will be the beginning of chemotherapy. It is a bit scary...well hell... a lot scary! I am trying REALLY hard to believe it will all be okay. It really isn't the surgery that scares me; it is AFTER surgery. I HATE chemo. To me, it is worse than the disease. The puking, the hair falling out, the dry, crazy looking skin, looking like death walking. I HATE being sick, feeling bad all the time. Is it worth it? It is all crappy! Then I am told I may have to do radiation therapy too. What da F?? Oh man, that in itself is enough to make me say forget it. I will take my chances. But I know I have to do everything I can to make it. I have a kid to finish raising, so I have to face my fears and do what I have to do.&lt;br /&gt;It will be okay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-112701828634088410?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/112701828634088410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=112701828634088410&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112701828634088410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112701828634088410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-will-be-okay.html' title='It will be okay!'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-112647712086979306</id><published>2005-09-11T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:03.298-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miami Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here are some of the pics from my Miami trip back in August. I had so much fun. It was so relaxing and refreshing. I am trying to plan the next trip. October/November is looking good to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/290/5740/1024/IMG_0556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/290/5740/400/IMG_0556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sailing &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture makes me wish I could be on that boat sailing away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/290/5740/1024/IMG_0529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/290/5740/400/IMG_05291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean Breezes &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My beach chair and umbrella kept the breezes coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/290/5740/1024/IMG_0539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/290/5740/400/IMG_0539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grouchy's Pretend Baby &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was the cutest little girl ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/290/5740/1024/IMG_0542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/290/5740/400/IMG_0542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from my hotel room &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fountainbleu Hotel...I will be back soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/290/5740/1024/IMG_0535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/290/5740/400/IMG_0535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grouchy in a smiley moment &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No she isn't topless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/IMG_0554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/IMG_0554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me taking a nip of Mango Rum on the Beach...The good stuff...Cruzan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/1600/IMG_0573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/612/639/320/IMG_0573.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our pretend house in Miami...I will have one of those for real one day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-112647712086979306?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/112647712086979306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=112647712086979306&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112647712086979306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112647712086979306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/09/miami-pics.html' title='Miami Pics'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-112647714191503408</id><published>2005-09-11T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:03.376-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACK...AGAIN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Okay. I finally broke down and purchased a new desktop computer. My laptop is still messed up, but I needed something to get online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing good. I am staying positive and trying to be hopeful. Houston wasn't so bad. I am going to have to have surgery to remove the tumor. Then it is chemo again.  I wasn't given much hope, but at least this doctor is willing to try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;All of this is going to take place the first week in October. So be thinking about me on October 5th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-112647714191503408?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/112647714191503408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=112647714191503408&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112647714191503408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112647714191503408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-backagain.html' title='I&apos;M BACK...AGAIN!!'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-112535010818738474</id><published>2005-08-29T09:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:03.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tupac</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Most of my friends know about my obsession with Tupac Shakur. When I am tipsy, oh hell, let's just say drunk...I listen to his Greatest Hits CD continuously. Needless to say I have to rap to the pieces that I know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today, I decided to listen to his CD on my way to work. I usually don't because I get angry and then I will be a pissed off sista all day at work. But today was different. I was listening to "Keep Your Head Up" and I started sobbing in my car. It was like he was talking directly to me. I have heard this song I know a million times but it was like today was the first time I really "heard" the words. I feel like I have been struggling for so long. Now things are soooo much better for me, financially and emotionally, and here I am "sick" again. But today Tupac was telling me to stay strong and don't give up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was depressed most of the weekend. Feeling sorry for myself and my situation. I felt like why should I keep fighting, when it may or may not work. I think the anxiety of not knowing "what" they are going to do when I go to Houston and then what will happen when I come back home is starting to get to me. I am usually not this pessimistic but this time I am having a hard time dealing with it all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#6600cc;"&gt;But I am going to try to do as Tupac says...Keep my head up and keep going even when I am knocked down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-112535010818738474?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/112535010818738474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=112535010818738474&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112535010818738474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112535010818738474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/08/tupac.html' title='Tupac'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-112500791885476500</id><published>2005-08-25T16:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:03.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Karla Got me AGAIN!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Seven Things I…Plan to Do Before I Die: This one is a little bittersweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.) Travel to Cuba to walk where my grandparents walked before me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.) Hang with the Original Sucias from the retreat again(You know who you are), including Karla, Trina and Shelley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.) Meet Ann Richards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.) Have a decent conversation with my mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5.) Stop working but still have money to live on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6.) Own a House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7.) Be on South Beach when I close my eyes for the final time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things I Can Do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.) Cook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.) Not talk for hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.) Sew and knit...anything crafty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.) Dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5.) Listen to my friends' problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6.) LOVE easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7.) CARE TOO MUCH at times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things I Can’t Do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.) Ask for help when I need it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.) Live without my cell phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.) Keep a big balance in my checking account&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.) Hang up curtains in my house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5.) Say no to my daughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6.) Drive Slow - I have a lead foot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7.) Live without my computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Things I say most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1.) That sucks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.) Shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.) the F word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.) Whatever man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5.) YEAH MAN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6.) GEEZ!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7.) GURRRRLLLL PUHLEEZE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now I tag Shelley, Tannia, Gloria, and Daashar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-112500791885476500?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/112500791885476500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=112500791885476500&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112500791885476500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112500791885476500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/08/karla-got-me-again.html' title='Karla Got me AGAIN!!'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-112500516779540358</id><published>2005-08-25T16:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:03.018-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Since I have depressed everyone in the Blog world...I thought I would put up something fun today. I will be putting up my Miami pictures as soon as I get to a computer that works in my house. I still don't have my laptop working, but that is another blog! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Here is a little something about me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;IF YOU COULD BUILD A SECOND HOUSE ANYWHERE, WHERE WOULD IT BE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm .... It is hard to decide but I am going to go for Miami...It is international feeling without being out of the USA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Anything baggy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;THE LAST CD YOU BOUGHT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Emancipation of Mimi!! I am LOVING that CD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT TIME DO YOU WAKE UP IN THE MORNING?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I don't sleep! But when I do, 6:30 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE MOVIE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Adventures in Babysitting and Clueless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;IF YOU COULD PLAY AN INSTRUMENT, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;WHICH DO YOU PREFER, SPORTS CAR OR SUV?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SUV - RANGE ROVER!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN AFTERLIFE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sometimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CHILDREN'S BOOK?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Chicken Little...You know..."The sky is falling, the sky is falling!!" LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Spring/Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;IF YOU COULD HAVE ONE SUPER POWER, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lie detector power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;IF YOU HAVE A TATTOO, WHAT IS IT?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I had a partial tattoo of a butterfly but I had it taken off. That is how all my problems started!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;CAN YOU JUGGLE?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If you are talking about objects, NO...but if you are talking about time, YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;THE ONE PERSON FROM YOUR PAST YOU WISH YOU COULD GO BACK AND TALK TO?&lt;/strong&gt;My husband, Rod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE DAY?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;SUSHI OR HAMBURGER?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I am from Texas, so it is definitely HAMBURGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE FLOWER?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;WHAT WOULD BE YOUR DREAM JOB?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having enough money to not HAVE to work any kind of JOB!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;FAVORITE MEAL? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fried Chicken, Mashed potatos and green beans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I tag Gloria, Grouchy, Jo, Karla, Shelley, Tannia, and Reese. And Reese you HAVE to tag someone!! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besos Mis amigas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-112500516779540358?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/112500516779540358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=112500516779540358&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112500516779540358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112500516779540358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/08/something-about-me.html' title='Something about me'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-112490953617889463</id><published>2005-08-24T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:02.942-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Here is the latest on me. I just spoke to my oncologist and she has decided to send me to Houston to the &lt;a href="http://www.mdanderson.org"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M.D.Anderson Cancer Center&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The problem is that she does know what kind I have and MD is better equipped to take care of me. I will be going there on next Friday to see what kind of treatment they can provide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I am going to have to fly back and forth from Dallas to Houston, which will be a pain in the A**, but I will get some good frequent flyer miles. :) I can plan my next beach trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;So let's hope they can give me something more positive news. Chemo is worse than the disease itself. It is an awful process and I hope I don't have to do it again, but I guess I will if they recommend it. I guess I am getting ahead of myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I will just wait and see what happens next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-112490953617889463?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/112490953617889463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=112490953617889463&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112490953617889463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112490953617889463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/08/untitled.html' title='Untitled!!'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-112473965896804681</id><published>2005-08-22T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:02.863-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to Regroup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am in sunny Miami right now. I came here on Friday night. I had been planning this trip for about a month. But as I got my bad news about my...and I can't even say it...I decided to take this trip as a way to regroup and refresh myself to get ready for the battle I know I have coming up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I went to go see my guy, who lives there, but he had to go on a last minute trip to Spain. &lt;a href="http://www.grouchygrumbles.blogger.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grouchy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;was in Miami and we just hung out together. Each of us with our own personal battles to deal with. But is was nice to be there with a friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;As I sat on the beach earlier this morning, I thought how beautiful this place is, how revitalizing it can be. The ocean is so healing. It makes me feel like anything is possible when I look at the beauty of the ocean. I will post pictures later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I am getting ready to head back to Texas and my life there, but it is GREAT to forget about your problems around the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tainomangu.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karla&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, girl, I didn't see any good men in MIA this time, but I am going to keep looking for you. LMAO...I am going to find you a nice Cubano, in exchange for your GUAPO primo! LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Back to the real world and my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-112473965896804681?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/112473965896804681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=112473965896804681&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112473965896804681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112473965896804681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/08/trip-to-regroup.html' title='Trip to Regroup'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-112472195347176773</id><published>2005-08-19T09:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:02.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's back</title><content type='html'>Well I have discovered I have a different tumor growing inside of me this time. This time it can't be treated. No chemo, no radiation, no surgery. So I sit here in shock but also a bit resigned to my fate. I have been through 4 1/2 years of chemo, off and on, go into remission and then out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid for me, but for my daughter, who really needs me now. I feel cheated. I am going to try to make our time together as wonderful as possible. I am going to try to fight as long as I can, but I am really TIRED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry but I know crying will not solve anything or make IT go away...so I am resolved to make my time left as memorable as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-112472195347176773?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/112472195347176773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=112472195347176773&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112472195347176773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112472195347176773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-back.html' title='It&apos;s back'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-112439587982646481</id><published>2005-08-18T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:02.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm It AGAIN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;"List ten songs you are currently digging....it doesn't matter what genre, or if they have words, or even if they're no good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying right now. Post these instructions, the artists and the tens songs on your Blog. Then tag five other people to see what they're listening to."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I don't know if I can think of Ten Songs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;1. Ivy Queen and Nina Sky's collabo ---don't know the name of it. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;2. La Cama Voy - Ivy Queen-- I don't know if that is the correct title. LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;3. La Tortura - Shakira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;4. No me dejes solo- Daddy Yankee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;5. Say Somethin' - Mariah Carey and Snoop Dogg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;6. Gin n Juice - Snoop Dogg --- sorry I had to go old school on you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;7. Ocean Ave - Yellow Card&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;8. Sunday Morning - Maroon 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;9. Dear Mama - Tupac Shakur &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;10. Will and Jada's song together - don't know the name lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I tag Marissa, Emile, Shelley, and Michael. I think everyone else has been tagged. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-112439587982646481?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/112439587982646481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=112439587982646481&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112439587982646481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112439587982646481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/08/im-it-again.html' title='I&apos;m It AGAIN!!!'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-112430348451162231</id><published>2005-08-17T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:02.627-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have a 14 year old daughter who started high school this week. This has been a scary time for both me and her. For her, it is meeting new people, making friends, the "differentness" of high school. For me, it is her meeting new people (getting in with the wrong crowd), can she handle the stress/peer pressure, and her not needing me as much as she used to.  She has also been home schooled for the past 6 months, so it is getting back into a more structured environment. I realized that the baby I held in my arms 14 1/2 years ago is, indeed, growing up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It is so hard as a parent to let go. I know I have to but it is killing me. I am a control freak anyway so that makes things worse. I gave her a task to change a class on her schedule. I was a nervous wreak that she wouldn't do it right. I tried not to "drill" it into her, but of course I did. I asked her if she wanted me to go in with her and her response was "if you want to." That cracked my heart. I wanted her to say, "yes! please help me!" I resisted going in with her. She called me later and said she did it with no problems. *sigh*...it is ending so soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;She and I have a good relationship. She pretty much tells me everything, but I am afraid that will end with high school. There is so much loss going on during this time. It makes me think that my "parenting/training" time for her is ending soon. I am just not sure that I like this time period. I think I have done a good job so far, but my biggest fear is that she will be hurt at some point in time. Whether it is by a "boy", or friends, I don't want her to feel the hurt and pain that sometimes comes with relationships. I know I can't protect her from life's trials and hardships all the time and she needs the pain to learn from, but I don't like it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well I guess I need to get over it because I can't stop her from growing up, but I sure wish I could slow it down a bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-112430348451162231?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/112430348451162231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=112430348451162231&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112430348451162231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112430348451162231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/08/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-112387781216749152</id><published>2005-08-12T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:02.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag! You are IT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It appears I have been tagged by mi amiga &lt;a href="http://www.grouchygrumbles.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marissa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, so I am forced to answer these questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What were you doing 5yrs ago?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I just moved back from Washington, DC to Dallas after a BAD breakup and started working for Wyndham International. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yesterday?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Trying to cope with my everyday BS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 snacks I enjoy? &lt;/strong&gt;COOKIES, Guacamole, any kind of chips, almonds, ICE CREAM (Dulce de leche)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 songs I know all the words to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Bidi Bidi Bom Bom and No Me Queda Mas (Selena), Hero (Mariah Carey), Ben (Michael Jackson), and Crush on You (Jets). Don't laugh, I LOVED The Jets!Sorry I am dating myself there. LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 things I'd do with a million dollars?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;QUIT work and tell them to kiss my fat, black ass (opps got carried away there), Buy a nice house, buy my Range Rover, and take some nice vacations/trips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 bad habits I have?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Overeating, stressing over small stuff, tuning people out, cursing (I have a mouth like a sailor), and not hugging my kid enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 favorite TV shows?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nip/Tuck, Kevin Hill, Gilmore Girls, ER, and CSI Miami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 biggest joys of the moment?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What moment? If you mean now, at this time...knowing I am getting off in an hour and 45mins, payday, my daughter and my friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5 favorite toys?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Is that a naughty question (lmao)? ummm no toys if it is! I don't have any! lmao. But I have to say my Wifi, my PDA, my notebook computer, my DSL internet and my NEW CAR!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay I tag Shelley and Tannia! Your turn ladies! lmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-112387781216749152?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/112387781216749152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=112387781216749152&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112387781216749152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112387781216749152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/08/tag-you-are-it.html' title='Tag! You are IT!'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9011746.post-112326310763293595</id><published>2005-08-04T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T19:20:02.468-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Computers</title><content type='html'>Well, my trusty laptop has no more energy left. I haven't been able to get online from home the last week and 1/2.  The battery for my laptop won't charge up anymore so I have been without a computer and internet. Now I have already established I am an internet addict, so you know I have NOT been happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a Dell computer. Dell's are very good computers, but I have had constant problems with my AC cord and my battery for my laptop. I have found out that my particular laptop has been discontinued, even though it is only 2 years old. To replace the battery costs almost as much as a new computer. I have also found out that Dell's computers are put together with parts made in different places. I know most computers are made that way but I think this is a MAJOR flaw in Dell computers. I am not sure if they have made the pieces "fit" well together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am trying to determine if I am going to buy a new laptop or just buy the battery for the one that I have already. I have to make up my mind soon because I can't stand not having my computer. Toshiba is looking good to me right about now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9011746-112326310763293595?l=pensandosdemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/feeds/112326310763293595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9011746&amp;postID=112326310763293595&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112326310763293595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9011746/posts/default/112326310763293595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pensandosdemi.blogspot.com/2005/08/computers.html' title='Computers'/><author><name>CubanDiva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08240956203749979119</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_iKcChmQE5qw/R50YOjqZjJI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JqiKIccmVww/S220/Puerto+Rico+2008+090.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
