<?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-4533697482947358843</id><updated>2012-01-10T12:01:46.913-07:00</updated><category term='Mr. Smith'/><category term='Bad Day'/><category term='excersise'/><category term='vacations'/><category term='Day 4'/><category term='death'/><category term='suspension'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='build a bears'/><category term='garage sale'/><category term='job'/><category term='west edmonton mall'/><category term='family'/><category term='bla bla bla'/><category term='anger'/><category term='Communication'/><category term='Puppies'/><category term='Car'/><category term='daughter'/><category term='work'/><category term='Wednesday'/><category term='future'/><category term='Day 2'/><category term='Ladies night'/><category term='camera'/><category term='video games'/><category term='SAD'/><category term='Wii'/><category term='TV shows'/><category term='Capital X'/><category term='Polly'/><category term='camping'/><category term='Klondike Days'/><category term='school'/><category term='Mrs. Harder'/><category term='bank card'/><category term='movie'/><category term='ice Cap'/><category term='Day 12'/><category term='swimming'/><category term='Chile'/><category term='Day 1'/><category term='day 3'/><category term='headache'/><category term='candy'/><category term='cooking'/><category term='Hockey'/><category term='purses'/><category term='babies'/><category term='Miss you Arturo'/><category term='Doctor'/><category term='Liar'/><category term='Weekend'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='change'/><category term='Day 7'/><category term='HAPPY'/><category term='Heritage Days'/><category term='Soccer'/><category term='Tim Hortons'/><category term='Pow wow'/><category term='blood pressure'/><category term='bank'/><category term='30 days'/><category term='world cup'/><category term='high school'/><category term='Mother'/><category term='McNally High schoo'/><category term='mom'/><category term='Sad day'/><category term='west edmonton'/><category term='Day 6'/><category term='friends'/><category term='shoes'/><category term='shaved ice'/><category term='breathing'/><category term='thirft'/><category term='Hair cute'/><category term='gym'/><category term='stuffies'/><category term='whyte ave'/><category term='fight'/><category term='Day 5'/><category term='Crappy friday'/><category term='toys'/><category term='life'/><category term='Blog Challenge'/><category term='Beach'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='Moment'/><category term='crockpot'/><category term='career'/><category term='Selfish'/><category term='cards'/><category term='Scrapbook'/><category term='thirft stores'/><category term='Haircut'/><title type='text'>Claudia's Life</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my blog, nothing but a crazy women blabbing about her life.  
Esto es mi blog, nada pero una mujer loca hablando de su vida</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-4601163213009092070</id><published>2012-01-10T12:01:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T12:01:46.928-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tim Hortons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excersise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice Cap'/><title type='text'>Two days!! What!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qnkm0o4Y404/TwyKaBoJ7nI/AAAAAAAAATw/g0ITPHBaQN8/s1600/wii-biggest-loser.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qnkm0o4Y404/TwyKaBoJ7nI/AAAAAAAAATw/g0ITPHBaQN8/s200/wii-biggest-loser.bmp" width="141" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hOiWSYGNFxQ/TwyKUMkk9yI/AAAAAAAAATg/WDAKqSnUs2w/s1600/wiifit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hOiWSYGNFxQ/TwyKUMkk9yI/AAAAAAAAATg/WDAKqSnUs2w/s200/wiifit.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gsCe9Duu5Cg/TwyKYi_5KWI/AAAAAAAAATo/GjHR_8r1bm8/s1600/fce15_ea_sports_active_wii.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gsCe9Duu5Cg/TwyKYi_5KWI/AAAAAAAAATo/GjHR_8r1bm8/s200/fce15_ea_sports_active_wii.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Well today is another day.&amp;nbsp; Let me just tell you it was a rough start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Yesterday I did some more Pilates, and to be honest, it was tougher this time around. Except I tried to enter my exercise on my daily coach on the DS and couldn’t. So I have now concluded that I will have to do the daily coach bit after I am done my Pilates. I am thinking by next week, I will go into using my Wii fit / Wii active and my Wii biggest loser. I will do Pilates first then the Wii for a week. Then I will go into the gym and start back up that way. What do you think? It is taking it slowly, one step at a time, and before I know it I will be in full swing :). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Yesterday night I had set my alarm for 6:00 am so I could do a few things, including lunches. Needless to say, I didn’t get up at that time, but I did wake up. Ha ha. I woke up and looked at the time, it was 6:54! I have to leave the house around 7:00-7:10 to get to the train station and get to work about 10 min early. I get us rushed, woke up my kid (still have to fix her alarm clock) and go downstairs with the clothes I was going to wear today. My daughter asks me, “Can I sleep in 5 more minutes”. I said “NO! I have to leave in 5 minutes and I want you downstairs before I go.” She didn’t make it downstairs before I left. I am hoping she also had a healthy breakfast (because I usually give her some options of what to have, but didn’t), and also hoping she made a lunch (remember, I slept in ). I say my goodbyes at the bottom of the stairs and head on out. But I didn’t have time to make one. So I go to the Tim Horton’s drive thru to get something I can eat for breakfast and lunch. (I did throw in a mini orange and a banana in my lunch though). As I am order (a large egg salad combo), she is talking about a large Ice Cappuccino. I’m like WHAT are you talking about. So I said again a Large egg salad sandwich combo on white bread (I know I know, but whole wheat tastes weird with egg salad), toasted with a apple juice. So she gives me a total (which is what it should be if I don’t’ get an ice cappuccino – because I normally would, but sure as hell ain’t going to carry that on the LRT). I go to the window and she hands me my stuff including a LARGE ICE CAPPUCCINO!!! I ‘m like, whatever, paid for it and left. Ha ha. I didn’t want to deal with them, I had to go because I was already running late. So I go on my way, and get to the train station. Miss my regular train, and then have to catch the late one. Which let me tell you was jam packed by the time I was half way to work. And I get this lady who is standing in front of me, and her sweater is full of hair (assuming it is hers) and cat hair. (Those who know me, I am allergic to cat hair.) So I am hoping the two ladies beside me are getting off when I am. Of course, that would be too simple. They get off and the cat hair lady sits beside me. I move over a bit, not too much to seem rude, and sucked it up. I ended up to work on time, and I forgot to mention I had to put my LARGE ICE CAPPUCCINO in my lunch bag on the train (which surprisingly didn’t spill, and still tasted good). So here I am at work, just finished being all caught up, hoping that this afternoon will be overwhelmingly busy, so I have something to do this afternoon. If not, I will be very very very bored!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6zGEmT8Vb7o/TwyKbbPpK2I/AAAAAAAAAT4/Iexyfk0JPW0/s1600/ice+cap.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6zGEmT8Vb7o/TwyKbbPpK2I/AAAAAAAAAT4/Iexyfk0JPW0/s200/ice+cap.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Hope you have a good day, and your morning was better than mine :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Hoy sea bien otro día. Permita que acabe de decir usted fue un comienzo áspero. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Ayer hice algunos más Pilatos, y para ser honesto, fue más duro esta vez alrededor. Pero traté de entrar mi ejercicio en mi entrenador&amp;nbsp;Daily Coach &amp;nbsp;y no poder. Entonces yo ahora he concluido que tendré que hacer al entrenador Daily Coach después de que sea hecho a mis Pilatos. Pienso por la semana próxima, yo entraré utilizar que mi Wii fit/Wii activo y mi Wii Biggest loser. Haré a Pilatos primero entonces el Wii para una semana. Entonces entraré el gimnasio y el comienzo retrocede así. ¿Qué piensa usted? Lo toma lentamente, un paso a la vez, y antes que lo sepa que estaré en plena actividad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Ayer noche yo había puesto mi alarma para 6:00 es tan podría hacer unas cosas, inclusive almuerzos. Innecesario decir, yo no me levanté en aquel momento, pero me desperté. Ah ah. ¡Me desperté y miré el tiempo, fue 6:54! Tengo que salir de casa alrededor de 7:00-7:10 en llegar a la estación y conseguir para trabajar acerca de 10 min temprano. Nos consigo nos apuramos, nos despertamos mi niño (todavía tiene que fijar su despertador) e ir abajo con la ropa yo iba a llevar hoy. Mi hija me pregunta, "Puede duermo hasta tarde 5 más minutos". ¡Dije "no! Tengo que salir en 5 minutos y yo le deseo abajo antes que vaya". Ella no lo hizo abajo antes que dejara. Espero que ella también tuviera un desayuno sano (porque yo generalmente le doy algunas opciones de qué tener, pero didn’t), y también esperando que hizo un almuerzo (recuerde, dormí hasta tarde). Digo mis despedidas en el fondo de la escalera y la cabeza en fuera. Pero yo no tuve tiempo de hacer uno. Entonces voy al Horton de Tim maneja por conseguir algo que puedo comer para el desayuno y el almuerzo. (Añadí una naranja mini y un plátano en mi almuerzo aunque). Como soy orden (un conjunto grande de ensalada de huevo), habla de un Capuchino grande . Estoy como LO QUE son usted hablando de. Entonces dije otra vez un conjunto Grande de sándwich de ensalada de huevo en el pan blanco (sé que sé, pero el trigo integral prueba raro con ensalada de huevo), brindado con un jugo de manzana. Entonces me da un suma (que es lo que no debe ser si yo' consigue un capuchino de hielo – porque hago normalmente, pero seguro como ain de infierno' T que va a llevar que en el LRT). ¡Voy a la ventana y ella me entrega mi material inclusive un CAPUCHINO GRANDE !!! Yo 'M quiere, lo que, pagó por ello y dejó. Ah ah. Yo no quise tratar con ellos, yo tuve que ir porque yo ya llevaba retraso. Entonces paso mi manera, y llego a la estación. Pierda mi tren regular, y entonces tenga que agarrar el tarde uno. Cuál permitió que diga usted fue mermelada empacada cuando fui de trabajar hasta la mitad. Y consigo a esta señora que se para me adelante de, y el suéter está lleno de pelo (asumiendo que es suyo) y pelo de gato. (Los que me conocen, soy alérgico al pelo del gato). Entonces espero que las dos señoras al lado de mí se bajen de cuando soy. Por supuesto, eso sería demasiado sencillo. Se bajan de y la señora de pelo de gato se sienta al lado de mí. Me muevo un poco, no parecer demasiado grosero, y lo chupó arriba. Acabé por trabajar a la hora, y yo me olvidé de mencionar tuve que poner mi CAPUCHINO GRANDE&amp;nbsp; en mi bolsa del almuerzo en el tren (que sorprendentemente no roció, y todavía estuvo delicioso). Entonces aquí estoy en el trabajo, sólo terminado para ser alcanzado todo, esperando que esta tarde estará inmensamente ocupada, así que tengo algo hacer esta tarde. ¡Si no, yo muy muy seré aburrido muy!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Espere que tenga un día bueno, y su mañana fue mejor que mío&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-4601163213009092070?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/4601163213009092070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2012/01/two-days-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/4601163213009092070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/4601163213009092070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2012/01/two-days-what.html' title='Two days!! What!! :)'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qnkm0o4Y404/TwyKaBoJ7nI/AAAAAAAAATw/g0ITPHBaQN8/s72-c/wii-biggest-loser.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-8331443944162366616</id><published>2012-01-09T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T13:01:02.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crockpot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>Weekend fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z_N0qgRdJvM/TwtEKyNdMMI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XUidz3fu4hU/s1600/swimming.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z_N0qgRdJvM/TwtEKyNdMMI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XUidz3fu4hU/s200/swimming.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d;"&gt;Well, this weekend was alot of fun :) We went to Millenium Place to go swimming and play. We went with two of my friends. One has a younger and older daughter, and my other friend has a younger daughter. So it worked out well. My daughter was with her oldest and the little ones played and then we went swimming. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d;"&gt;I started to do Pilates, through my DS. Well actually through my husbands DS. I borrowed his. :)&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It is fun. Not as intense when you first do it, then afterwards you feel it. Like a whole in the head! I woke up the next day and got out of bed, I felt like someone had kicked me in the sides all night. So I am assuming it worked. The unfortunate thing is I only did it that day, and hoping to get in a routine. Still haven’t hit the gym either&amp;nbsp;:) Which makes me disappointed in myself. I paid for a membership that I am not using. So I feel really dumb when I don’t go. Slowly but surely I will be at it again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Kids go back to school today! Thank goodness. I was running out of things to do and get her to do when I was at work, to make sure she doesn’t get into trouble. And to one of my girlfriends that thinks my kid is an angel – She get get into A LOT of trouble! Ha ha. I love that. She calls her an angel, I’m like right. You don’t see the bad in her! She isn’t bad, she is just sometimes bad. But paints a beautiful picture to the outside world (like most kids do&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wa4LEELW5aM/TwtEMV3i5cI/AAAAAAAAATY/oNz2lQT_gRg/s1600/bc_slowcooker_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wa4LEELW5aM/TwtEMV3i5cI/AAAAAAAAATY/oNz2lQT_gRg/s320/bc_slowcooker_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #073763;"&gt;Well I am at work, on lunch. Will be calling my mom today when I get home, and will also be trying crock pot lasagna some times this week. I found a recipe for it on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #073763;"&gt;http://pinterest.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #073763;"&gt; and really excited to try it. Mostly becuae the last time I tried doing it, it was absolutely horrible. My husband and child smiled and ate it. I couldn’t even eat it. They kept saying it was great, I wanted to get out of there and cry. My brother makes the worlds best lasagna. Should tell him to come over and cook for me&amp;nbsp;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #073763;"&gt;I will definetly let you know how it goes. I may even post my steps on here so syou can see, and if it tastes gross, you can tell me what I went wrong. (ON MY LASAGNA ONLY!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #073763;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #073763;"&gt;Hope you have a great day and will talk to you soon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;Bien, este fin de semana fue alot de la diversión:) Fuimos a Lugar de Millenium para nadar y jugar. Fuimos con dos de mis amigos. Uno tiene una a hija más joven y más vieja, y mi otro amigo tiene a una hija más joven. Entonces trabajó fuera bien. Mi hija estuvo con su más viejo y los pequeños jugaron y entonces nadamos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Comencé a hacer Pilatos, por mis D. Bien realmente por mis maridos D. Pedí prestado el suyo. :) Es divertido. No como intenso cuando usted primero lo hace, entonces después usted se siente. ¡Como un total en la cabeza! Me desperté al día siguiente y salí de cama, yo sentí como si alguien me había pateado en los lados toda la noche. Entonces asumo que trabajó. La cosa desgraciada es yo sólo lo hice que día, y esperando entrar una rutina. Todavía no ha golpeado el gimnasio cualquiera:) Que me hace decepcioné en yo mismo. Pagué por una asociación que yo no utilizo. Entonces me siento realmente mudo cuando yo no voy. Lentamente pero sin duda yo estaré en ello otra vez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;¡Los niños vuelven a la escuela hoy! Menos mal. Me quedaba sin cosas para hacer y conseguirla hacer cuando estuve en el trabajo, para asegurarse de que ella no se mete en líos. ¡Y a uno de mis amigas que piensa mi niño es un ángel – consigue entra en mucha molestia! Ah ah. Adoro eso. Le llama un ángel, yo estoy como el derecho. ¡Usted no ve el malo en ella! Ella no es mala, es sólo a veces mala. Pero pinta una hermosa imagen al mundo del exterior (como la mayoría de los niños hace). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Bien estoy en el trabajo, en el almuerzo. Llamará a mi mamá hoy cuando llego a casa, y también trataré lasaña de olla de cántaro algunos tiempos esta semana. Encontré una receta para ello en &lt;a href="http://pinterest.com/"&gt;http://pinterest.com/&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;y emocioné realmente tratarlo. En su mayor parte becuae la última vez yo traté hacerlo, fue absolutamente horrible. Mi marido y el niño sonrieron y lo comieron. Puedo ni lo como. Mantuvieron decir quelo fue gran, quise salir de allí y el grito. Mi hermano hace los mundos mejor lasaña. Debe decirlo venir sobre y cocinar para mí:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Permitiré definetly que sepa cómo va. Puedo anunciar aún mis pasos en aquí tan syou puede ver, y si prueba gruesa, usted me puede decir lo que fallé. (EN MI LASAÑA SOLO!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Espere que tenga un gran día y hablará con usted pronto:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4533697482947358843-8331443944162366616?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/8331443944162366616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-fun.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/8331443944162366616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/8331443944162366616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2012/01/weekend-fun.html' title='Weekend fun'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z_N0qgRdJvM/TwtEKyNdMMI/AAAAAAAAATQ/XUidz3fu4hU/s72-c/swimming.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-6342073941908693302</id><published>2012-01-09T12:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T12:31:41.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday post...</title><content type='html'>Well Christmas was fricken awesome!! I had a lot of fun! We went to my dad’s place for Christmas Eve, as we do every year J. We ate dinner around 8 p.m. and it was delicious! Dinner was great. We had turkey, rice, fried potatoes (my dad made them and they tasted amazing), and of course GRAVY! Then later on the boys were laying dominoes and the girls were playing with this book of Christmas fun. It was great! Then 10 to midnight, my brother realised that it was almost time to open presents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we normally do is open gifts at midnight and go from there J. It was great. I got a stocking full of fun and nice things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got very lovely gifts from gift cards to make up J I love make up. I got a gift card for Coach, and got myself two purses today (there was a sale going on 50 % selected purses). I also got a beautiful panda necklace with black diamonds in it. Also got a matching set of necklace and earrings as well. I got some Toy story things too. Mostly because I LOVE toy story!!! Best movie ever!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter got a ton of gifts that she also enjoyed. She loved the bags she got. Thank you to her Uncle, she has to remind me every time of it. Ha ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Christmas at my dad’s place, we went back home. We later opened up gifts at my place. It was great. Then after that we did pretty much nothing. We sat around, ate and relaxed. We also invited my boyfriends sisters over (unfortunately one was missing, because she was ill). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are on our first day of all our holidays. We went shopping and relaxed at home a lot. Well, I mostly slept. A lot. Took naps every moment I can. I actually think I took a four-hour nap! It was great. Other then that, the holidays have been great so far. I hope you all have had a great Christmas and have an awesome New Year (Which is just around the corner)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecs_XZ2IBic/TwtAij0JLVI/AAAAAAAAATI/GAHi1RLAbVA/s1600/Navidad3.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecs_XZ2IBic/TwtAij0JLVI/AAAAAAAAATI/GAHi1RLAbVA/s1600/Navidad3.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Bien Navidad fue fricken impresionante!! ¡Tuve mucha diversión! Fuimos al lugar de mi padre por Nochebuena, como hacemos todos los años J. ¡Comimos la comida sobre las 8 de la tarde y fuimos delicioso! La comida fue gran. ¡Tuvimos pavo, el arroz, papas fritas (mi padre los hizo y probaron asombroso), y por supuesto SALSA DE CARNE! Entonces más tarde los chicos colocaban dominós y las chicas jugaban con este libro de la diversión de Navidad. ¡Fue gran! Entonces 10 a la medianoche, mi hermano se dio cuenta de que fue casi tiempo de abrir presentes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo que hacemos normalmente está regalos abiertos a medianoche y va de allí J. Fue gran. Conseguí una media llena de la diversión y cosas agradables. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conseguí regalos muy lindos de tarjetas de regalo hasta mayija !!&amp;nbsp; . Conseguí una tarjeta de regalo para Coach, y me conseguí dos bolsas hoy (había una venta que pasa 50 % bolsas seleccionadas). Yo también conseguí un hermoso collar del panda con diamantes negros en ello. También consiguió un conjunto parejo de collar y aretes también. Conseguí algunas cosas de historia de Juguete también. ¡En su mayor parte porque ADORO historia de juguete!!! ¡Mejor película jamás!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi hija consiguió una tonelada de regalos de que ella también disfrutó. Adoró las bolsas que consiguió. Gracias a su Tío, ella tiene que recordarme cada vez de ello. Ah ah. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Después de Navidad en el lugar de mi padre, nosotros regresamos a casa. Abrimos luego regalos en mi lugar. Fue gran. Entonces después de que que nosotros no hiciéramos mas o menos nada. Nos sentamos alrededor, comimos y nos relajamos. Nosotros también invitamos mis hermanas de novios (desafortunadamente uno perdía, porque estuvo enferma). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahora estamos en nuestro primer día de todos nuestros feriados. Fuimos de compras y relajamos en casa mucho. Bien, dormí en su mayor parte. Mucho. Tomó siestas cada momento que puedo. ¡Pienso realmente que tomé una siesta de cuatro-hora! Fue gran. Otro entonces eso, los feriados han sido gran hasta ahora. ¡Espero que hayan tenido una gran Navidad y tienen un Año Nuevo impresionante (Que está a la vuelta de la esquina)! &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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-6342073941908693302?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/6342073941908693302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2012/01/holiday-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/6342073941908693302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/6342073941908693302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2012/01/holiday-post.html' title='Holiday post...'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ecs_XZ2IBic/TwtAij0JLVI/AAAAAAAAATI/GAHi1RLAbVA/s72-c/Navidad3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-7761823669752520064</id><published>2012-01-06T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T11:48:19.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delay - Sorry</title><content type='html'>So, I had written a post over my Christmas holidays, and for the life of me, I wasn’t able to post the darn thing on my laptop. What I will do is email it to myself and back blog on Monday. I hope that is ok, because I don’t remember what I blogged about. But I do know..I BLOGGED!! Ha ha. Have a good weekend and talk to you soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-7761823669752520064?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/7761823669752520064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2012/01/delay-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/7761823669752520064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/7761823669752520064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2012/01/delay-sorry.html' title='Delay - Sorry'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-7277582177068421008</id><published>2011-12-22T08:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T08:26:35.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ppBamnJxEfU/TvNMB7O1gSI/AAAAAAAAATA/TCmIFlcedsQ/s1600/merry_christmas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="245" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ppBamnJxEfU/TvNMB7O1gSI/AAAAAAAAATA/TCmIFlcedsQ/s320/merry_christmas.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well I have been a bit absent these last couple of days, so I am sorry. I can tell you that I have been busy, but I think that is a bit of a lie. I have been sick, which makes me lazy! Ha, so I was just being lazy ok! Ha ha. Even though I was done my Christmas shopping, I still had a few things to pick up. Once I picked that up, I thought I should get some more stuff. It just never stops! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday was my old clinics dinner Christmas get together. It was really great to see them all again. It makes me miss them even more. The hardest part is one of the docs said something to me, and it made me miss them more. I got in my car, and started to cry on the way home, and I couldn’t stop! It was so hard! I wanted to say to them ‘see you tomorrow’, but I forgot that I won’t! I hate knowing that our little family will never be ours again. It was tough, but really great seeing them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well, also I talked to my mother and she is doing good. Still hard to know that she isn’t here, but I know she is with family and they are taking care of her. I have a tough time at home at nights, because I talk to her every night before I go to bed, just to see what we did all day. Now I have no one to complain, laugh or talk to. She gets me, and it is hard. So during the week, I broke down again and cried myself to sleep. I would even think of a time that I wasn’t so good with her and see how I could have made that situation different. Then I would cry even more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;So really this week has been a tearful week. I think that is what made me so sick too. But I’m no doctor, contrary what my brother says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Well ladies and gentlemen,I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a great New year. I hope you get everything you wanted and enjoy the family time you have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Hugs and kisses,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Claudia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bien he estado un poco ausente estas última pareja de días, así que lo siento. Le puedo decir que he estado ocupado, pero pienso que eso es un poco de una mentira. ¡He estado enfermo, que me hace perezoso! ¡Ah, así que acabo de ser visto bueno perezoso! Ah ah. Aunque fuera hecho mis compras de Navidad, yo todavía tuve unas cosas para recoger. Una vez que yo eso recogió, pensé que debo conseguir algunos más material. ¡Sólo nunca para! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ayer fue mi comida vieja de dispensarios Navidad se junta. Fue realmente gran verles todo otra vez. Me hace los pierdo aún más. La parte más dura es uno de los doctores dijo algo a mí, y me hizo los pierdo más. ¡Entré mi carro, y comencé a llorar de camino a casa, y yo no podría parar! ¡Fue tan duro! ¡Quise decir a ellos 'le ve mañana', pero me olvidé que yo no hago! Odio saber que nuestra familia pequeña nunca será lo nuestro otra vez. Fue ver duro pero realmente granlos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bien, también hablé con mi madre y ella hace bueno. Todavía saber duramente que ella no está aquí, pero sé que está con la familia y ellos cuidan de ella. Tengo un tiempo duro en casa en noches, porque hablo con ella cada noche antes que me acueste, para ver sólo lo que hicimos todo el día. Ahora tengo nadie quejarse, reírse o hablar con. Me consigue, y es difícil. Entonces durante la semana, yo roto otra vez y me lloré para dormir. Pensaría aún en un tiempo que yo no fui tan bueno con ella y veo cómo podría haber hecho esa situación diferente. Entonces lloraría aún más. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Entonces realmente esta semana ha sido una semana lagrimosa. Pienso que eso es lo que me hizo tan enfermo también. Pero yo no soy médico, el contrario lo que mi hermano dice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Bien damas y caballeros, los deseo una Feliz Navidad y un gran año nuevo. Espero que consigue todo que deseó y disfruta del tiempo familiar que usted tiene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Los abrazos y besa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Claudia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-7277582177068421008?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/7277582177068421008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/7277582177068421008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/7277582177068421008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!!!'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ppBamnJxEfU/TvNMB7O1gSI/AAAAAAAAATA/TCmIFlcedsQ/s72-c/merry_christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-7244537042760516626</id><published>2011-12-13T12:47:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T12:47:09.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Hello again. Just me here. I am on lunch today and the day has gone somewhat fast. I had a really bad night last night. I called my mom and spoke to her to see how she was doing. It was great hearing her. I needed to call her to hear her voice. Does that sound silly or what? After I got off the phone, I cried. I miss her so much. The nights are the worst for me, because she calls me when I get home from work, and then usually toward s the end of the night. Every day, I expect her call. And now I don’t get that. It makes me sad and makes me cry. &amp;nbsp;Also, after I talked to her all I could think about was her. I went to bed dreaming about her there and so forth. Then I woke up in a cold sweat, so I don’t know. It was a rough night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I was also reading this book about child abuse. I finally finished it. Mind you whenever I picked it up I felt like throwing up. I told my daughter a bit about it. It is hard to explain to your 14 year old child that there are really sick people out there. And the sad part is, they are family. So the book I read was abouat two girls that were sexually and physically abused by their mother, their step father, his mom and dad and the mother’s dad. I was appalled!!! How could anyone at any point take advantage of a child! Why would you hurt such a precious thing. I looked at my daughter and all I can see is her beautiful blue eyes and her smile. Then she asked me what if someone hurt me, what would you do. I told her I would kill them. I said they better pray to god they don’t even look at you. She laughed, and deep down inside I was serious. I can’t imagine anyone taking advantage of my child. I would probably kill that person with my own hands. I told her what the book was about and what the sentences were for those people. She said that is sick and they deserve more than that. I said I know. I said you never know what people are living like behind closed doors. Then I told her, you think your life is bad because I get you to study, there are kids out there much worse off then you. And it is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So I think that also affected my sleep a bit too. So that was my night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My child on the other hand didn’t fight or argue with me. Thank goodness. Another day of happiness. For now (only because I will have to have a tlak to her about school today…someone was bad…).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So, I got some responses to my ladies night this Saturday. Yeah!! I got one no, which sucks, because she is a really awesome friend of mine. And I did get two yeses. So we are on our way to planning a fun night!! Now to think of a something to make, and something to buy and something to do. I usually don’t decorate for ladies night. But I will have to start to clean up a bit. Maybe even put up the Christmas tree. I said I would this pasted Sunday, but never did. Was thinking of doing it yesterday, but my child was busy doing homework. And today I know is out of the question. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Also, I didn’t end up going to the gym. We are having some trust issues with our child, so my boyfriend asked me if I can postpone it till he is off next week. I told him sure, I can do that. Mild sacrifice to make our family a better one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So yeah, that or I didn’t really want to work out anyways! No, just kidding. I really did. But that is ok, I can do stuff at home as well. Just need to get motivated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Well I am off to readying this other book, which yet again, I know I should be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Have a good lunch and let me know your opinions on my sick disgusting book I just red. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Talk to you all tomorrow!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-7244537042760516626?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/7244537042760516626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/7244537042760516626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/7244537042760516626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2011/12/hello-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-9034790226320730916</id><published>2011-12-12T12:36:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T12:36:41.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Well,&amp;nbsp;I am on lunch right now and as promised, I am here :)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I was a bit tired today and slept in.&amp;nbsp; Even though I know I was supposed to wake up early in order to get the crock pot food ready for today.&amp;nbsp; Instead I have decided on having my child make dinner at home.&amp;nbsp; She knows how to and don’t worry I am over the "Will she burn the house down stage".&amp;nbsp; Ha ha.&amp;nbsp; I know she won't.&amp;nbsp; I am going to the gym today though.&amp;nbsp; I have my gym stuff in my bag and ready to go after work.&amp;nbsp; It make feel like a long day at the end, but I will be happy I went to the gym.&amp;nbsp; Now to find a gym partner.&amp;nbsp;Ha ha.&amp;nbsp; And to try to work out for more than an hours. one of my best friends is in BC for a week, so not only am I not able to see my mommy, but now I can't even see my friend till Saturday.&amp;nbsp; Which is LADIES night at my place.&amp;nbsp; Whoot whoot.&amp;nbsp; I am hoping I get responses soon, or else it will be just me and some martinis.&amp;nbsp; Ha ha.&amp;nbsp; Was hoping my girl friend from Cold Lake was going to be in town, but doesn't look like it :(&amp;nbsp; But I know she will be there for New Year’s :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;So my child today woke up with less of an attitude.&amp;nbsp; THANK GOODNESS!&amp;nbsp; I knew she would, but it was nice to actually see it.&amp;nbsp; Now for her not to get into trouble today is a whole different story.&amp;nbsp; But we will see.&amp;nbsp; I am done my Christmas gifts, and done my stocking stuffers.&amp;nbsp; Oh wait, I only have two gifts to get, but I know what they are and where I can get them.&amp;nbsp; I am done my friends and family.&amp;nbsp; I am proud to say I have&amp;nbsp; not gone overboard.&amp;nbsp; Have you?&amp;nbsp; I think my craziest year was probably last year.&amp;nbsp; I have now tamed it down a lot, and hard now that my kid is a teenager.&amp;nbsp; Barbie’s and ponies will not due anymore.&amp;nbsp; And it sucks, because I love looking at them in the store. Then I just walk away sighing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I told my boyfriend and child that I need some Toy Story 3 stuffies for my collection.&amp;nbsp; So I will need to go ahead and modify my list today :) (watched all three movies this weekend.)&amp;nbsp; I love Woody.&amp;nbsp; He is my favorite.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Well, I am going to check out some other stuff and will let you know how my evening went tomorrow, if anything interesting has happened.&amp;nbsp; Feel free to comment and tell me if you went overboard on gifts this year? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-9034790226320730916?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/9034790226320730916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-another-day-for-me.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/9034790226320730916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/9034790226320730916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-another-day-for-me.html' title='Just another day for me'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-2291835881746836327</id><published>2011-12-11T21:32:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:46:11.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>It has been a while....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Wow, it has been a while since I have posted. I do apologize for that, but not really sure if there are actually people who still follow me. Ha Ha. Anyways, allots has changed in the past months. First off, I am no longer working for the clinic I was working at before. I now have a new job. My old clinic was being relocated and due to union and stuff our old staff was not able to go with them. We all choose to give our notice on Oct. 21, 2011. I was lucky enough to get a job one week after that. I am now at the University Hospital. The job is different from my old job and it feels weird. It feels like I am starting from scratch, and at first I really didn't like it. It took them two weeks to get trained (which felt like a long process. I was sitting around allot, doing odd things around the office.) But once they got me trained, I was on my way. I totally got it. I understood it all and went on with my new job. It still feels weird not coming into the clinic and seeing everyone, not seeing the patients and all. The environment is different, but something I have to get used to.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is almost here, and that means it is almost time for a break!!! YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;That means i will have about two weeks off and will be able to sleep in (which honestly is hard for me to do anyways). I am done with my Christmas shopping. I am done my stocking shopping. I am done the teachers gifts. Don't really know how the office works where I am at, so I won't be doing Christmas gifts for them this year (or making cupcakes :( ). SEE !!! It is different!&lt;br /&gt;I am back to work tomorrow, as I was off on Thursday and Friday. My mom went back home for three months. It is really lonely here. She was the one who called me the most. At least two to three times a day. And I always talked about my day with her and vice versa. Also went out with her on weekends. It sucks. It is hard. Toughest is at night and on the weekends. I have an adoptive momma for the time that my momma is gone. She is from my old clinic. So I will be texting her about my day and stuff :) She is really awesome! Shout out to LUCY!!!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a bit of a headache. Just finished dealing with my 14 year old headache. I swear to god, she thinks she is always right, and one day I hope the truth bites her in the butt and gets the wake up call. It makes me wonder if everyone goes through this or is it just me. Because sometimes it feels like it is just me and everyone else has the perfect kid! Mind you they are all different behind closed doors. Oh well, such is life. Ups and downs, we still love them. No matter what kind of hell they put us through. I always tell her that when you have your own daughter you will call me and all I will say is I know. YOU WERE THE SAME WAY! Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Well, just going to check out some things on the computer, get a recipe ready for the crop pot tomorrow, because it is back to the gym for me. Starting to feel a bit bigger and need to loose that weight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Have a good night and talk to you all tomorrow. ( I will not forget...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Claudia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-2291835881746836327?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/2291835881746836327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-has-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/2291835881746836327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/2291835881746836327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2011/12/it-has-been-while.html' title='It has been a while....'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-3117387383646052276</id><published>2011-02-08T13:10:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T13:30:41.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>To friend, or not to be a friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In the dictionary, if you look up the word friendship, it means:&lt;br /&gt;n friend·ship&lt;br /&gt;1. the state of being a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/friend"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;; association as &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/friend"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;: to value a person's friendship. 2. a friendly relation or intimacy. 3. friendly feeling or disposition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you fall into these categories when you think of yourself as a friend? I have a few of the people that I call "friends" that don't really fall in these categories. And I think it hurts more now to see it then before. I know when you are young and in high school or college, you have tons of friends. Some stay and some go. It is easy for you to meet new people and you are confident in yourself. But what happens to you when you get older? Is it me, or do you realize that you don't have time to meet up with people and vice versa? Why is it that when you have time and you want to hang out, you cannot find anyone you can hang out with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever have that one friend that you were always able to call and hook up with whenever, and now all of a sudden they are too busy for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is that? I am a nice person. I have been called many names from the dictionary, but I am honest, loyal, nice, and true to myself. And to have someone you know for a long time just drop you out of their life is kind of hurtful. I've heard all the excuses in the book. It shocks me that this person is like this and makes me realize and see a side to them I never seen before. It almost made me second guess myself. Almost! But I am too good for that. But you know what? I am sick of excuses and I am sick of a one way friendship. If I wanted that kind of friendship, I wouldn't need some people that I call friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this make sense? I hope so and if not, you can just ignore my endless babble (just like some have obviously done already). *smile*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TVGntJPAdcI/AAAAAAAAAS0/FKWA-ny1BZ4/s1600/Law-of-Friendship.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571418608048829890" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TVGntJPAdcI/AAAAAAAAAS0/FKWA-ny1BZ4/s320/Law-of-Friendship.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;En el diccionario, si mira arriba la amistad de palabra, significa:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;El amigo N·envía &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;1. el estado de ser a un amigo; la asociación como amigos: valorar la amistad de una persona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;2. una relación o la intimidad amistosas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;3. sentimiento o disposición amistosos. ¿Se cae en estas categorías cuándo piensa en usted mismo como un amigo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tengo algunos de las personas que llamo a "amigos" que no se cae realmente en estas categorías. Y pienso que duele más ahora verlo entonces antes. Sé cuando es joven y en el colegio secundario o el colegio, tiene toneladas de amigos. Alguna estancia y algunos van. Es fácil para usted encontrar nuevas a personas y usted está seguro en usted mismo. ¿Pero lo que sucede a usted cuándo consigue más viejo? ¿, O usted se da cuenta de soy yo que usted no tiene tiempo de quedar con personas y viceversa? ¿Por qué será que con cuando tiene tiempo y usted quiere colgar fuera, usted no puede encontrar nadie que puede colgar fuera? ¿Jamás tiene usted ése amigo que usted siempre pudo llamar y conectar con siempre que, y ahora de repente estén demasiado ocupados para usted? ¿Por qué es eso? Soy una persona agradable. He sido llamado muchos nombres del diccionario, pero soy honesto, leal, agradable, y verdadero a yo mismo. Y para tener alguien que sabe durante mucho tiempo sólo le deja caer fuera de su vida es clase de dañoso. He oído todas las excusas en el libro. Me sacude que esta persona está como este y me hace me doy cuenta de y les les veo un lado a ellos yo nunca visto antes. Casi me hizo apoyo me adivino. ¡Casi! Pero soy demasiado bueno para eso. ¿Pero sabe qué? Estoy harto de excusas y yo estoy harto de una amistad de un solo sentido. Si deseé esa clase de amistad, yo no necesitaría a algunas personas que llamo a amigos. ¿Tiene esto sentido? Espero tan y si no, que acaba de ignorar mi murmullo interminable (como algún ha hecho obviamente ya). *sonrisa*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-3117387383646052276?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/3117387383646052276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-friend-or-not-to-be-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/3117387383646052276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/3117387383646052276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2011/02/to-friend-or-not-to-be-friend.html' title='To friend, or not to be a friend.'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TVGntJPAdcI/AAAAAAAAAS0/FKWA-ny1BZ4/s72-c/Law-of-Friendship.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-5281930287503084290</id><published>2011-01-17T10:09:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T10:29:19.688-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suspension'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hockey'/><title type='text'>Hockey is back!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hello ladies and gentlemen.  I would like to announce that my hockey suspension is now done!  I played my first game back after 5 weeks, and we did loose.  But the plus side is I scored a goal! It was awesome!  I was really excited.  It has been a while since I have been playing, and running like that almost killed me.  No matter how many times I went to the gym and ran the tread mill or did the bicycles, I still couldn't keep up.  I was exhausted but it was great.  I think you have to be seriously physically fit not to be tired.  Or I'm just really lazy!  It was really fun, even though we did loose.  I am happy to be playing.  Now I am just debating if I will be sticking with this team for summer league or going back to my original team.  Only time will tell.  Just wanted to let you guys know of what is going on with my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hola damas y caballeros. ¡Querría anunciar que mi suspensión de hockey ahora es hecha! Jugué mi primera espalda de juego después de 5 semanas, y nosotros aflojamos. ¡Pero lado de la ventaja es rayé un objetivo! ¡Fue impresionante! Fui emocionado realmente. Ha sido un rato desde que yo he estado jugando, y he estado corriendo como que casi me mató. Por mucho que muchos veces yo fuera al gimnasio y corriera el molino de paso o hiciera las bicicletas, yo todavía no podría mantenerme al ritmo de. Fui agotado pero fui gran. Pienso que tiene que ser gravemente queda físicamente no ser cansado. ¡O soy sólo realmente perezoso! Fue realmente divertido, aunque aflojáramos. Soy feliz de estar jugando. Ahora acabo de debatir si atascaré con este equipo para la liga del verano o volviendo a mi equipo original. Sólo el tiempo puede decirlo. Sólo quiso permitirle que tipos saben de lo que pasa con mi vida&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/4533697482947358843-5281930287503084290?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/5281930287503084290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2011/01/hockey-is-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/5281930287503084290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/5281930287503084290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2011/01/hockey-is-back.html' title='Hockey is back!!!'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-8062536145076304240</id><published>2010-11-22T10:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T10:59:09.190-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hockey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Hockey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TOqvMP6GSSI/AAAAAAAAASk/LQtqkPnU61M/s1600/hnic-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542434916396321058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TOqvMP6GSSI/AAAAAAAAASk/LQtqkPnU61M/s320/hnic-logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;So, as you know I play ball hockey. And I got into one little fight about three years ago, and it is still brought up by many people. I now have a new one to add to the list. Yesterday I was thrown out of the game due to fighting. I was getting cross checked by three other players from the front and then the goalie in the back. So needless to say, I reacted (even after our team was getting body checked from their forwards during the game and not getting it called on from the ref) and took matters into my own hands. I got hit so hard that I pushed the goalie down, was lifted by the ref and kicked out. All I can say is Meh. You know what? After getting beat by them physically, I thought I should give them a taste of their own medicine. Of course, it bit me in the butt, but whatever. Then I am called some crazy player from the other team. Ha ha. The funny thing is before any of this happened, we pulled our goalie and one of the forwards was saying how this number 22 was checking her and she was super mad. The coach says:&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t worry, Claudia is out there right now. She is like an enforcer. If she gets pushed far enough she will fight back and take someone with her in the penalty box.”&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, it has to happen! Ha ha. I tell you. Some people find it shocking that I get into fights in hockey. I am a soft looking girl. I love to get dressed up in high heels and everything. But please remember I was raised with two boys that were awesome!! (and got kicked out of school due to fighting). As my brother put it on Saturday when I told him I am a delicate flower: “You are far from that. You are like a rough (in terms of delicate) and cactus (in terms of flower). Ha ha. Maybe he is true. So just keep in mind, I will take matters in my own hands. Ops… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Also forgot to mention that I now have the most Penalty minutes in our division. I had 21 minutes on that one, but then it got reduced to 14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TOquksdp_HI/AAAAAAAAASc/26PqhbUvbf8/s1600/hockey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542434236866886770" style="WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TOquksdp_HI/AAAAAAAAASc/26PqhbUvbf8/s320/hockey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Así, como sabe que juego pelota hockey. Y entré en un combate pequeño hará tres años, y todavía soy traído arriba por muchas personas. Yo ahora tengo uno nuevo añadir a la lista. Ayer fui echado del juego debido a luchar. Fui me enojo verificado por tres otros jugadores de la frente y entonces el arquero en la espalda. Entonces innecesario decir, reaccioné (aún después de que nuestro equipo consiguiera el cuerpo verificado de su adelante durante el juego y no lo consiguiendo visitó del árbitro) y tomó asuntos en propias las manos. Fui golpeado tan duro que apreté al arquero, fui levantado por el árbitro y echó. Todo puedo decir es Meh. ¿Sabe qué? Después de ser batido por ellos físicamente, yo pensé que les debo dar un sabor de su propia medicina. Por supuesto, me mordió en el extremo, pero lo que. Entonces soy llamado a algún jugador loco del otro equipo. Ah ah. La cosa graciosa es antes que cualquiera de esto sucediera, jalamos a nuestro arquero y uno del decía adelante cómo este número 22 la verificaban y fue súper furiosa. El entrenador dice: "No preocupe, Claudia está allí en este momento. Está como un cumplidor. Si consigue empujado suficiente distante se defenderá y tomará alguien con ella en el área de castigo". ¡Suficiente seguro, tiene que suceder! Ah ah. Le digo. Algunas personas encuentran que sacudiendo que entro en combates en el hockey. Soy una chica suave que mira. Adoro ser arreglado en zapatos de tacón y en todo. ¡Pero recuerda por favor que fui levantado con dos chicos que fueron impresionantes!! (Y fue echado de la escuela debido a luchar). Como mi hermano lo puso el sábado cuando lo dije que soy una flor delicada: "Es distante de eso. Está como un áspero (en función de delicado) y el cactus (en función de flor). Ah ah. Quizá es verdad. Entonces tenga presente sólo, tomaré asuntos en propias las manos. Ops....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Y mi olvide a mencionar que yo tengo los mas penales en nuestra division. Para esa pelea tenia 21 minutos, y despues mi lo bajaron a 14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-8062536145076304240?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/8062536145076304240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/11/hockey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/8062536145076304240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/8062536145076304240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/11/hockey.html' title='Hockey'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TOqvMP6GSSI/AAAAAAAAASk/LQtqkPnU61M/s72-c/hnic-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-182515865869551919</id><published>2010-10-07T09:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T10:26:09.029-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 12'/><title type='text'>Day 12 Challenge</title><content type='html'>Number 8,9,10 and 11 are going to be a bit delayed due to the fact that they will take some time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 - 10 things you can’t do anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) I tried doing a summersault and it hurt. I don't think I am that flexiable again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I can't drink like i used too! Ha ha. Used to be able to consume alot of alcohol, but not anymore. :( I get sicker faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I can't rollerblade or skate for very long. Mostly because I think I'm too heavy, and my weak sad ankles can't handle the pressure. (wimp!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) I can't eat cheese like I used to. I am now lactose interolance. But I still sneak, and do I EVER PAY FOR IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Can't skip work like I used to skip school. (or sorry...not skip school, had dental appointments :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) I can't go to clubs and stay till 3 or 4 am anymore. I used to be able to stay out late and drink and eat a done afterwards. Now, I am done by midnight. 1 o'clock if I'm lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) I can't go on tire swings anymore. After 1 second on there, I get very nauseas. :( WE used to do around the world all the time!! not anymore. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) I can't jump off a swing anymore. I used to do it all the time (a couple of times my jacket would snag and my mom would be furious) but now I'm too scared that I will break my leg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) I can't sit on the couch all Saturday morning watching TV shows like I used too. My Saturday morning consist of early morning shopping, working out, laundry and other fun stuff. Sometimes I do watch TV while doing other chores. Welcome to motherhood. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) Can't wear platform shoes anymore. I loved my platform sandles. I still have them and I REFUSE to get rid of them. I dont' wear them, but it takes me back 10 years ok! and I am hoping it will come back :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TK30dyeln4I/AAAAAAAAASU/IpT33tp5FME/s1600/shoes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525341110456917890" style="WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TK30dyeln4I/AAAAAAAAASU/IpT33tp5FME/s320/shoes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOPING is the key word.&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;¡Numere 8.9.10 y 11 serán demorados un poco debido al hecho que tomarán algún tiempo!&lt;br /&gt;El día 12 - 10 cosas que usted no puede hacer ya&lt;br /&gt;1.) Intenté de hacer un summersault y doler. Yo no pienso que soy ese flexiable otra vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) ¡Yo no puedo tomar como utilizó también! Ah ah. Podía consumir alot de alcohol, pero no ya. : (Consigo más enfermo rápido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) Puedo no rollerblade ni patín para muy mucho tiempo. En su mayor parte porque pienso que estoy demasiado pesado, y los tobillos tristes débiles no pueden manejar la presión. ¡(Mentecato)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Yo no puedo comer queso como utilizó a. Soy ahora interolance de lactosa. ¡Pero yo todavía muevo furtivamente, y hago yo JAMAS PAGO POR ELLO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) No puede saltarse el trabajo como hacía la rabona. (O arrepentido. la escuela de brinco ..not, citas con el dentista tenidas:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Yo no puedo ir a la caja de clubes y estancia 3 o 4 son ya. Podía quedarse afuera tarde y la bebida y comer un hecho después. Ahora, soy hecho antes de medianoche. 1 en punto si tengo suerte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) Yo no puedo pasar columpios de llanta ya. Después de 1 segundo en allí, consigo muy náuseas. : (Hacíamos alrededor del mundo todo el tiempo!! no ya. : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Yo no puedo saltar de un columpio ya. ¡Lo hacía todo el tiempo (un par de veces mi chaqueta engancharía y mi mamá estaría furiosa) pero ahora yo también soy espantado que romperé la pierna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Yo no puedo sentarme en la sofá todo el sábado por la mañana que mira las exposiciones de televisión como utilizó también. Mi el sábado por la mañana consiste en compras tempranas de mañana, trabajando fuera, la ropa sucia y otro material divertido. A veces yo miro la televisión al hacer otras tareas. Bienvenido a la maternidad. Ah ah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) No puede llevar zapatos de plataforma ya. Adoré mi sandles de plataforma. Yo todavía los tengo y me NIEGO a deshacerse de ellos. Me puse' los lleva, pero me toma apoyo 10 años bueno! y espero que regresará:) HOPE es la palabra clave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-182515865869551919?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/182515865869551919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-12-challenge.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/182515865869551919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/182515865869551919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-12-challenge.html' title='Day 12 Challenge'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TK30dyeln4I/AAAAAAAAASU/IpT33tp5FME/s72-c/shoes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-6625883848013924406</id><published>2010-10-06T09:10:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T09:19:07.349-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ladies night'/><title type='text'>DELAY IN POSTING.  Sorry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;So, that last post was kinda stressful. Ha ha. So, life has been better and I have broken my chain of blog challenge. Why? Mostly because I have become very lazy in that aspect but very busy in others. I have joined a gym :) I am officially a member of Spa Lady. I am happy to say for one week and a half, I have worked out every morning before work for about 35-40 minutes a day. Today I am going to be working out for an hour after work and then doing a class with a friend. I think it is going to be great for me and help me get my weight back on track. But, yesterday I was told by my trainer that I have great calves :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I had a ladies night last weekend on Saturday and it was awesome! I love just hanging out with a bunch of girls and drinking the night away. Why? mostly because most of us don't usually have time to chill just for ourselves. I like that we can get a break from our familys, even those who don't drink, but just to get out and have a great laugh. :)&lt;/p&gt;That is all for today, and hoping to get my butt back in blog gear. Sorry for the long waiting post :)&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TKyStoeW_wI/AAAAAAAAASM/W2tJzs2K-EI/s1600/Delay%20Sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524952155533278978" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TKyStoeW_wI/AAAAAAAAASM/W2tJzs2K-EI/s320/Delay%2520Sign.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Así, que último poste fue kinda estresante. Ah ah. Así, vida ha sido mejor y he roto mi cadena de desafío de blog. ¿Por qué? En su mayor parte porque he llegado a ser muy perezoso en ese aspecto pero muy ocupado en otros.&lt;br /&gt;He unido un gimnasio:) Soy oficialmente un miembro de Señora de Balneario. Soy feliz de decir para una semana y una mitad, yo he trabajado fuera cada mañana antes del trabajo para acerca de 35-40 minutos por día. Hoy trabajaré fuera por una hora después del trabajo y entonces haciendo una clase con un amigo. Pienso que será gran para mí y me ayudará consigo mi espalda de peso en el vestigio. Pero, ayer fui dicho por mi entrenador que tengo gran pantorrillas:)&lt;br /&gt;¡Tuve una noche de señoras último fin de semana el sábado y fui impresionante! Adoro colgando sólo fuera con un ramo de chicas y tomar la noche lejos. ¿Por qué? En su mayor parte porque la mayor parte de nosotros no tenemos generalmente tiempo de enfriar sólo para nosotros mismos. Quiero que podamos conseguir una interrupción de nuestras familias, aún los que no toman, pero para salir sólo y para tener una gran risa. :)&lt;br /&gt;Eso es todo para hoy, y esperando conseguir mi espalda de extremo en el engranaje de blog. Arrepentido para el esperar largo el poste:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-6625883848013924406?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/6625883848013924406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/10/delay-in-posting-sorry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/6625883848013924406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/6625883848013924406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/10/delay-in-posting-sorry.html' title='DELAY IN POSTING.  Sorry.'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TKyStoeW_wI/AAAAAAAAASM/W2tJzs2K-EI/s72-c/Delay%2520Sign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-7206418577259483169</id><published>2010-09-10T11:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T11:49:54.079-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crappy friday'/><title type='text'>Feelings</title><content type='html'>What I am feeling right now is alot of emotions. Enraged, anger, bothered, annoyed, unhappy, miserable and pissed off. Do you notice that all these feelings are negative? Why you may wonder? Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I got stuck putting up with my lovely 13 year old daughters puberscence attitute. Ahhh, the treat of having a teenager. Sigh, rolling the eyes, talk back, blah blah blah. I don't care. I don't want your two cents, I don't want your opinion. Just do as you are asked and done! But no, that would be way to easy. HEAVEN FORBIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then because she is running late, she misses her bus. Then I have to call all these people to come back for her, and then her dad drops her off!!!! ARGGHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I come to work. Sigh.. SAME CRAP different pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think I am done. Oh wait. I still have to work for another 4 hours and then joy of going home. Nope, I am not done. Unless something unfortuate happens to me. But GOD knows, I'm not that lucky!!! ARGGHH.. Anyways. Just needed to get my feelings out.&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone else in this world is having a GREAT FRIDAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-7206418577259483169?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/7206418577259483169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/09/feelings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/7206418577259483169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/7206418577259483169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/09/feelings.html' title='Feelings'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-6590396901603385172</id><published>2010-08-25T09:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T09:47:24.406-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 8 - 9 - 10</title><content type='html'>To be continued. I have to think of a letter to write.  Umm.. and I have all my pics at home.  BUt I do know which one I'm going to pick :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-6590396901603385172?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/6590396901603385172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-8-9-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/6590396901603385172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/6590396901603385172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-8-9-10.html' title='Day 8 - 9 - 10'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-7314397671826459318</id><published>2010-08-25T09:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T09:46:11.126-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffies'/><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delay!! I have been busy busy busy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things you could not possibly live without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. )  My stuffy that Michael got me on Christmas 7 years ago - Big Reddy - (which sleeps on my bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.)  My stuffy that Michael got me on my birthday - Sheddy - (Which also sleeps on my bed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)  My stuff....Just kidding!!!   My heart necklace that I wear everyday (from Michael)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) My make up ( I LOVE MY MAKE UP!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) My car (Ahh..I do miss my Dodge :( )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-7314397671826459318?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/7314397671826459318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/7314397671826459318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/7314397671826459318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-2453941201250575823</id><published>2010-08-11T13:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T13:16:35.197-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='high school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 6'/><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Blog Challenge - Day 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today is day 6 of my blog challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A moment I would love to relive is paying attention more in school and actually becoming a teacher.  When I was little, that was my dream career.  Don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy my work (to a limit), but I would have loved to be a teacher.  That is what I would relive.  Relive going to classes and not slacking and actually paying attention and knowing that I would have the future I wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bloguee Desafío - Día 6&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hoy es día 6 de mi desafío de blog. Comparta su receta predilecta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Un momento que adoraría revivir atiende más en escuela y llega a ser realmente un maestro. Cuando fui pequeño, eso fue mi carrera de sueño. No me consiga (a un límite) agravio, disfruto de mi trabajo, pero habría adorado ser maestro. Eso es lo que reviviría. Reviva ir a clases y no aflojando y atendiendo realmente y sabiendo que tendría el futuro que deseé. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-2453941201250575823?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/2453941201250575823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/2453941201250575823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/2453941201250575823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-918681555606943078</id><published>2010-08-10T08:16:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T08:24:12.723-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blog Challenge - Day 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Today is day 5 of my blog challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Share your favorite recipe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmm.  I have so many!  No, I am totally kidding.  I really don't.  I'm not much of a baker, but I have cooking recipes.  I can not give out my rice one, because that one no one will ever get :)  LEt me think.  I could give you the Sopaipillas.  I did make them for Canada Day with Polly and my mom.  Umm.. Let me think though first.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Crap.  Ok, I'm going to get the recipe from my mom today and I will get back to you..... To be continued....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bloguee Desafío - Día 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Hoy es día 5 de mi desafío de blog.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ffff;"&gt;Comparta su receta predilecta.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. ¡Tengo tanto! No, bromeo totalmente. Yo realmente no. Yo no soy mucho de un panadero, pero tienen recetas de cocina. Yo no puedo repartir mi arroz uno, porque ése que nadie jamás conseguirá:) PERMITA que piense. Le podría dar el Sopaipillas. Los hice por Día de Canadá con Asta y mi mamá. Umm. Permita que piense aunque primero.&lt;br /&gt;Mierda. Bueno, conseguiré la receta de mi mamá hoy y yo volveré a usted. .... Ser continuado. ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-918681555606943078?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/918681555606943078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/918681555606943078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/918681555606943078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-7175093998407292436</id><published>2010-08-09T10:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T10:43:03.291-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV shows'/><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blog Challenge - Day 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is day 4 of my blog&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;challenge.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A favorite television show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I have quite a few favorite television shows. First off, I would say House. (I love him). CSI - the first and best one - Vegas. Ugly Betty (Sad that it is done), Gilmore Girls (Thank you Shannon and Chantelle for introducing it to me back when we lived in the building - Chantelle), Reba (So Funny!). Two and a half men (explains itself). Judging Amy. And Law and Order - Special Victims Unit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bloguee Desafío - Día 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoy es día 4 de mi desafío de blog. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Una exposición predilecta de televisión&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yo tengo artos programas favorito de television. Primero, House (Lo amo). CSI - El primero y mejor - Vegas. Ugly Betty (Triste que termino), Gilmore Girls (Gracias Shannon y Chantelle para introducirme este programa cuando vivimos juntas en el dificio - Chantelle), Reba (tan comica). Two and a half men (se expica solo), Judging Amy. And Law and Order - Special Victims Unit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-7175093998407292436?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/7175093998407292436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-challenge-day-4-today-is-day-4-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/7175093998407292436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/7175093998407292436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-challenge-day-4-today-is-day-4-of.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-4655847429714534105</id><published>2010-08-09T10:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T10:15:53.253-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 3'/><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Blog Challenge - Day 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is day 3 of my blog challenge.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A favorite Book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My favorite books are books from V. C. Andrews.  I love reading her books.  I have most of the collection and love to read the new stuff too.  It never gets old for me.  It is wierd though how some of her books relate to alot of the same thing, but where she gets her ideas are beyond me.  Amazing author in my eyes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Bloguee Desafío - Día 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoy es día 2 de mi desafío de blog.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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;Mi libro favorito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mis libros predilectos son libros de V. C. Andrews. Adoro leer sus libros. Tengo la mayor parte de la colección y el amor para leer el nuevo material también. Nunca envejece para mí. Es wierd aunque cómo algunos de sus libros relacionan al alot de la misma cosa, pero donde consigue sus ideas están más allá de mí. El autor asombroso en los ojos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-4655847429714534105?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/4655847429714534105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/4655847429714534105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/4655847429714534105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-1169434618657106924</id><published>2010-08-09T09:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T10:04:25.844-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Blog Challenge - Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today is day 2 of my blog challenge.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;A favorite movie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;My favorite move I would have to say is Every After with Drew Barrymore.  For one of my Valentine's Day Gifts, Michael bought me the movie, and I still have it in original packaging.  Sad huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Bloguee Desafío - Día 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Hoy es día 2 de mi desafío de blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Una película predilecta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi favorito peliqula es Ever After con Drew Berrymore.   Para uno de mis Regalos de Día de los enamorados, Michael me compró la película, y yo todavía lo tengo en envase de original. ¿Triste no?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/4533697482947358843-1169434618657106924?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/1169434618657106924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/1169434618657106924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/1169434618657106924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-5078800882879805357</id><published>2010-08-06T10:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T11:11:29.757-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mrs. Harder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McNally High schoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mr. Smith'/><title type='text'>Blog Challenge - DAY 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Today is day 1 of my blog challenge.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Write about some of the teachers you had growning up and why you did / did not like them&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I would like to write about my kindegarden teacher Mrs. Harder.  She was awesome!  She was sweet, kind and threw me a birthday party before I left.  I was going to another school for Grade 1.  She got me a birthday card that was the size as I was at that age.  It was red.  And everyone signed it.  And I still have it at my dad's house in my old bedroom closet.  Every year there is a church by my dad's house that has a super huge church garage sale.  And Mrs. Harder volunteers every year.  Every year I got and take a look at the stuff, buy a ton and say hi to my teacher.  She still looks the same as she did when I was in Grade 1.  With just a wee bit more grandmother wrinkles.  She was awesome and great, and she still is.  Everytime I see her I give her a huge and see how her and her family are.  I wish her all the best because she was someone that I will never forget.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The teacher I least like in school growing up was Mr. Smith.  The biggest JERK in the world.  He was the worst Social studies teacher McNally Composite High school could ever high.  And even worse as a gym couch.  Keep in mind people knew he was gay and hit on girls at school and looked down their shirts just so people wouldn't know that he was.  I can vouch that I did see him at the old school latin club when I was 18 with his boyfriend.  Don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with being gay, but don't be a pervert and say you aren't to save your job you JACK A$$.  I really don't like him :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I also didn't like my gym 10 teacher.  She failed me on my CPR course because I was off by 1 %.  She never liked me and my friend.  But that is ok.  I never did go to gym anyways :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Haha.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;That is it for my 1st day.  Post comments if you want.  And if you went to McNally, I hope you weren't fortunate not to have Mr. Smith :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Hoy es día 1 de mi desafío de blog.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escriba acerca de algunos de los maestros usted tuvo growning arriba y por qué usted hizo/no los quiso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Querría escribir acerca de mi maestro de kindegarden Sra. más Dura. ¡Fue impresionante! Fue dulce, la clase y me tiró una fiesta de cumpleaños antes que dejara. Iba a otra escuela para el Grado 1. Me consiguió una tarjeta de cumpleaños que fue el tamaño como estuve en esa edad. Fue rojo. Y todos lo firmaron. Y yo todavía lo tengo en la casa de mi padre en mi armario viejo de pieza. Hay todos los años una iglesia por la casa de mi padre que tiene una súper venta en garaje inmensa de la iglesia. Y la Sra. Duro se ofrece todos los años. Todos los años yo conseguí y echo una mirada al material, compro una tonelada y digo hola a mi maestro. Ella todavía mira el mismo como hizo cuando estuve en el Grado 1. Con sólo un poco más abuela arruga. Fue impresionante y gran, y ella todavía es. Cada vez la veo le doy un inmenso y veo cómo ella y su familia es. La deseo todo el mejor porque fue alguien que yo nunca me olvidaré. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;El maestro que yo menos quiero en la escuela que crece fue el Sr. Smith. El TIRON más grande en el mundo. Fue el peor maestro de estudio social que colegio secundario de McNally Compuesto puede jamás alto. Y todavía peor como una sofá de gimnasio. Tenga presente a personas supieron que fue alegre y el éxito en chicas al colegio y mirado hacia abajo sus camisas sólo tan personas no sabrían que fue. Puedo comprobar que lo vi en la escuela vieja el club latino cuando fui 18 con su novio. No me consiga agravio, hay nada malo con ser alegre, pero no soy un pervertido y digo que es de no guardar su trabajo usted JACK UN$$. Yo realmente no lo quiero:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;Yo también no quise mi gimnasio 10 maestro. Me falló en mi curso de resucitación cardiopulmonar porque estuve apagado por 1 %. Ella nunca me quiso y mi amigo. Pero eso está bien. Yo nunca fui al gimnasio de todos modos:) Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Eso es por mi primer día. Los comentarios del poste si desea. Y si fue a McNally, yo espero que usted no fuera afortunado no tener a Sr. Smith:)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="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/4533697482947358843-5078800882879805357?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/5078800882879805357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-challenge-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/5078800882879805357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/5078800882879805357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-challenge-day-1.html' title='Blog Challenge - DAY 1'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-8902735930392729811</id><published>2010-08-05T14:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T14:15:07.572-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blog Challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 days'/><title type='text'>Blog challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So, I have decided to take the Blog challenge.  I have borrowed this idea from someone who borrowed it from someone who borrowed it from someone as well.  I wanted to thank Lacey for inspiring me to do a blog challenge.  So here goes and I have edited a few :)&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I will write something different.  Below are my topics. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write about some of the teachers you had growning up and why you did / did not like them&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A favorite movie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A favorite book&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A favorite television show&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Share your favorite recipe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A moment you wish you could relive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5 things you could not possibly live without&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A thank you letter to someone who has changed your life&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A photo you took&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A photo of you taken over ten years ago&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write a letter to yourself.  Answer it a year later&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write 100 things about yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10 things you can’t do anymore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A vacation you would like to take&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A person you admire&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A song that makes you cry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Top 10 websites you use&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; Top 10 products you use&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Post 3 pictures of yourself that you normally would NOT share&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A hobby of yours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Something you know you do differently than most people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;First 5 things you do every morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A way in which you want to be remembered&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write about your most embarrassing moment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write about a day in the life of your pet. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A childhood memory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write about all of the items in your junk drawer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; A scar you have and its story&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write about each of the places you've called "home."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Write about how much you love something that you know no one else will love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;STARTS TOMARROW!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-8902735930392729811?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/8902735930392729811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-challenge.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/8902735930392729811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/8902735930392729811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-challenge.html' title='Blog challenge'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-9152162785430357755</id><published>2010-08-04T12:40:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T12:50:35.792-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heritage Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='excersise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood pressure'/><title type='text'>Day of death</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;I think my time has come. Ok, I usually start like this when things get bad :(&lt;br /&gt;So this is the scoop. During my holidays I was eating very unhealthy foods, come on, it was the holidays! and having slight headaches everyday. Not drinking enough water, not eating my greens, you know the stuff I should be doing but didn't. Not exercising everyday like I usually do. So today at work, I am definitely not feeling good. And sure enough I take my blood pressure and have concluded that I am dying. OK, maybe that is a little dramatic. A little only. Apparently, my blood pressure is high. How high you may ask. High is usually good. Mine is above high :( So I have concluded I am going to die. In reality, I just have to go back to my old ways of working out on my Wii for 30 minutes, eating healthy and doing the stuff I did before my holiday binge. So, if I can get my butt back in gear I should be good. If not, I'm going to die die die!!!&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd throw that extra die in there for you :)&lt;br /&gt;And don't forget to come to the funeral :) &lt;----- My mom would not be impressed with that comment. Tee hee. Well, today starts my adventure to lowering my deathly blood pressure. Whoot whoot. By the way, I will add day 9 of my holidays soon. Heritage days!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFm2MdidNnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/WPKzdQ5NFBI/s1600/blood+pressure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501628745013606002" style="WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFm2MdidNnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/WPKzdQ5NFBI/s320/blood+pressure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yo tomo todo que el dice con un poco de sal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Pienso mi tiempo ha venido. Bueno, comienzo generalmente como estas cuando cosas consiguen malo: (Tan esto es la pala. Durante mis feriados yo comía alimentos muy poco sano, anda, fue los feriados! y teniendo dolores de cabeza leves diarios. No tomar suficiente agua, no comiendo mi verde, sabe el material que debo estar haciendo pero hice no. No ejercitar diario como hace generalmente. Entonces hoy en el trabajo, yo definitivamente no me siento bien. Y suficiente seguro tomo mi tensión y he concluido que me muero. Bueno, quizá que es un poco dramático. Un poco sólo. Aparentemente, mi tensión es alta. Cuán alto puede preguntar. Sea alto generalmente bueno. La mina es arriba alta: (Tan he concluido me moriré. En la realidad, yo acabo de tener que volver a mis maneras viejas de trabajar fuera en mi Wii durante 30 minutos, comiendo sano y hacer el material que hice antes de mi jarana de feriado. Así, si puedo volver mi de extremo en engranaje yo debo ser bueno. ¡Si no, me moriré me muero se muere!!! Pensó sólo que tiraría que extra se muere adentro para usted:) Y no se olvida de venir al funeral:) &lt;-----. Mi mamá no sería impresionada con ese comentario. Coloque hee. Bien, comienza hoy mi aventura a bajar mi tensión cadavérica. Whoot whoot. A propósito, yo agregaré día 9 de mis feriados pronto. ¡Días de Hertiage! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-9152162785430357755?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/9152162785430357755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-of-death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/9152162785430357755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/9152162785430357755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-of-death.html' title='Day of death'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFm2MdidNnI/AAAAAAAAAR8/WPKzdQ5NFBI/s72-c/blood+pressure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-747673250573995997</id><published>2010-08-01T08:41:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T09:14:39.136-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Polly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heritage Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss you Arturo'/><title type='text'>Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Day 8! It was great. Went to Ma Meo Beach with the family. Minus one of my brothers, because he got the message to late. Took lots of fun pictures, and some random pictures of pigeons! Ha Ha! Don't know where they came from! Enjoy the pictures. Today is supposed to be fun and hot! Heritage days here we come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWMoZl89XI/AAAAAAAAARk/lRGFMLelppQ/s1600/IMG_0713.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500457145595655538" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWMoZl89XI/AAAAAAAAARk/lRGFMLelppQ/s320/IMG_0713.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arturo and Polly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arturo y Polly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWLzjlgpLI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/jlLcZAlPhu8/s1600/102_5551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500456237745087666" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWLzjlgpLI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/jlLcZAlPhu8/s320/102_5551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWMne2iqXI/AAAAAAAAARU/tOsttmsWS1E/s1600/102_5564.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500457129827543410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWMne2iqXI/AAAAAAAAARU/tOsttmsWS1E/s320/102_5564.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWMm2Gh-qI/AAAAAAAAARM/nme32rZvA8k/s1600/102_5569.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500457118888753826" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWMm2Gh-qI/AAAAAAAAARM/nme32rZvA8k/s320/102_5569.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWL0jmcMzI/AAAAAAAAARE/5P4WaqQ6QFY/s1600/102_5555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500456254928859954" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWL0jmcMzI/AAAAAAAAARE/5P4WaqQ6QFY/s320/102_5555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWL0Cx9xFI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/sXHq8jOO_Kw/s1600/102_5554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500456246118827090" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWL0Cx9xFI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/sXHq8jOO_Kw/s320/102_5554.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWMo9_wlII/AAAAAAAAARs/vwJLSILLszI/s1600/IMG_0719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500457155367572610" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWMo9_wlII/AAAAAAAAARs/vwJLSILLszI/s320/IMG_0719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWLxkRvIkI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ZrnZSJhLZSk/s1600/102_5540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500456203570848322" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWLxkRvIkI/AAAAAAAAAQk/ZrnZSJhLZSk/s320/102_5540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWLGQpbtzI/AAAAAAAAAQc/M_67PPYqvZA/s1600/102_5540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500455459567154994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWLGQpbtzI/AAAAAAAAAQc/M_67PPYqvZA/s320/102_5540.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWLF5QCPtI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4udmgPKxXNo/s1600/102_5542.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500455453286612690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWLF5QCPtI/AAAAAAAAAQU/4udmgPKxXNo/s320/102_5542.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWLEXViD7I/AAAAAAAAAP8/fh9vTJU4VY0/s1600/102_5539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500455427002994610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWLEXViD7I/AAAAAAAAAP8/fh9vTJU4VY0/s320/102_5539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWLFb7RllI/AAAAAAAAAQM/W926mam0lIk/s1600/102_5543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500455445414909522" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWLFb7RllI/AAAAAAAAAQM/W926mam0lIk/s320/102_5543.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWKbB9hvUI/AAAAAAAAAP0/YuCsEii81Ug/s1600/102_5531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500454716890529090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWKbB9hvUI/AAAAAAAAAP0/YuCsEii81Ug/s320/102_5531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWKas7zoJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/uKpmes6et_I/s1600/102_5532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500454711246168210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWKas7zoJI/AAAAAAAAAPs/uKpmes6et_I/s320/102_5532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWKZnR8KSI/AAAAAAAAAPk/NRt6Y82qU8c/s1600/102_5533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500454692548520226" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWKZnR8KSI/AAAAAAAAAPk/NRt6Y82qU8c/s320/102_5533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWKZA1FCaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/-iExGHCedUs/s1600/102_5534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500454682226919842" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWKZA1FCaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/-iExGHCedUs/s320/102_5534.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWJHDqO1jI/AAAAAAAAAOk/kiEFwE6qovY/s1600/102_5530.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500453274237457970" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWJHDqO1jI/AAAAAAAAAOk/kiEFwE6qovY/s320/102_5530.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWJGkzWV5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/4xp_ZQiRPDA/s1600/102_5529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500453265954199442" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWJGkzWV5I/AAAAAAAAAOc/4xp_ZQiRPDA/s320/102_5529.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWJF3lEgqI/AAAAAAAAAOU/gC4ji9MQT8s/s1600/102_5526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500453253814715042" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWJF3lEgqI/AAAAAAAAAOU/gC4ji9MQT8s/s320/102_5526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWJFsmwXWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-1JHp55UCvE/s1600/102_5524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500453250868993378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWJFsmwXWI/AAAAAAAAAOM/-1JHp55UCvE/s320/102_5524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWJFXCA0GI/AAAAAAAAAOE/u6k3v7xIklM/s1600/102_5523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500453245077737570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWJFXCA0GI/AAAAAAAAAOE/u6k3v7xIklM/s320/102_5523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWOXKj4V7I/AAAAAAAAAR0/TlQ7MTigkgc/s1600/102_5521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500459048525911986" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWOXKj4V7I/AAAAAAAAAR0/TlQ7MTigkgc/s320/102_5521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Arturo enjoying the sun&lt;br /&gt;Arturo relajando en el sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWIfGPZEeI/AAAAAAAAANs/dGWNLdg1Afo/s1600/102_5518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500452587735421410" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWIfGPZEeI/AAAAAAAAANs/dGWNLdg1Afo/s320/102_5518.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My daddy and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWIekhBvEI/AAAAAAAAANk/iHq6gOhe_5Y/s1600/102_5517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500452578682584130" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWIekhBvEI/AAAAAAAAANk/iHq6gOhe_5Y/s320/102_5517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWIeBlTN5I/AAAAAAAAANc/eoTtQ-MkJ0E/s1600/102_5516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500452569305266066" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWIeBlTN5I/AAAAAAAAANc/eoTtQ-MkJ0E/s320/102_5516.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWIgVDtk0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/SeBWibjQA0M/s1600/102_5522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500452608892834626" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWIgVDtk0I/AAAAAAAAAN8/SeBWibjQA0M/s320/102_5522.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;¡Buenos días! ¡Ayer fue Día 8! Fue gran. Fue a Playa de Ma Meo con la familia. Menos uno de mis hermanos, porque consiguió el mensaje a tarde. ¡Tomó muchas imágenes divertidas, y algunas imágenes aleatorias de palomas! Ja Ja! ¡No sepa donde vinieron de! Disfrute de las imágenes. ¡Es supuesto ser la diversión y caliente! ¡Los días de la herencia aquí nosotros venimos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-747673250573995997?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/747673250573995997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/747673250573995997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/747673250573995997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-8.html' title='Day 8'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFWMoZl89XI/AAAAAAAAARk/lRGFMLelppQ/s72-c/IMG_0713.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-2844132091002771224</id><published>2010-07-31T08:27:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T08:43:53.246-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thirft stores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bank'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bank card'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purses'/><title type='text'>Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Well, Day 7 was fun and laid back. First we started with getting Polly her first bank card for her frist job that starts on Monday :) Ahh, my little girl is all grown up :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, naturally, I got some pictures of that. Then I picked up my mom and we went thirft store shopping. Got some really cool stuff. Naturally, got some shoes (Polly and I), and purses (Polly and I) and then got some games for us to play. It was really fun and exciting. Got home and got Chinese food. The unfortunate part was night time, after watching the movie "Atlantis". I got really sick around 1 am. I was throwing up and everthing. I was in the bathroom for about 1 hour. Then I started vomitting blood and started to panic. It was a rough night. Then to top it all off I got woken up at like 3 or 4 am due to some young drunk girl fighting with her boyfriend outside my house. So they fought, she yelled, threatened to call the cops if he touched her, he left and she got in the mini van and left. Thank god! So here I am sitting in my living room, with a raw throat, stomach pains and sore feet. Waiting to wake the family in 30 minutes to start this day. Talk to you later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFQ05SKXL6I/AAAAAAAAAMs/4Fk-WF6PXyo/s1600/IMG_0703.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500079203658706850" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFQ05SKXL6I/AAAAAAAAAMs/4Fk-WF6PXyo/s320/IMG_0703.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Polly entering her bank to start her first bank account.&lt;br /&gt;Polly nentrando el bank que ella va abrir su primer account de banco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFQ06FrlcWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/K0HjOUyK3OI/s1600/IMG_0705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500079217488261474" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFQ06FrlcWI/AAAAAAAAAM8/K0HjOUyK3OI/s320/IMG_0705.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFQ056XzQbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/FOxgs6CNnwg/s1600/IMG_0704.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500079214452490674" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFQ056XzQbI/AAAAAAAAAM0/FOxgs6CNnwg/s320/IMG_0704.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Standing by the bank machine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFQ06srgIGI/AAAAAAAAANE/59w9uGBUVME/s1600/IMG_0706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500079227956895842" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFQ06srgIGI/AAAAAAAAANE/59w9uGBUVME/s320/IMG_0706.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Using the bank machine for the first time with her first bank card.&lt;br /&gt;Usando la macina de banco por la primera ves con su primer carta de banco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFQ1RVDtn-I/AAAAAAAAANU/rwPxdMbVfDw/s1600/new+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500079616752984034" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFQ1RVDtn-I/AAAAAAAAANU/rwPxdMbVfDw/s320/new+card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;All done and has her first bank card.  She lost it in 10 minutes, but don't worry, we found it :)&lt;br /&gt;Termino, y tiene su primer carta de banco.  Lo perdio en los primeros 10 minutos, pero no se preocupen, lo contramo. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Bueno, el Día 7 fueron divertidos y relajante. Primero comenzamos con conseguir Asta su primera tarjeta bancaria para su trabajo de frist que comienza el lunes:) Ahh, mi niña es crecida todo: (así, naturalmente, conseguí algunas imágenes de eso. Entonces recogí a mi mamá y nosotros fuimos las compras de la tienda de thirft. Conseguido algún material realmente fresco. Naturalmente, consiguió algunos zapatos (Asta y yo), y las bolsas (Asta y yo) y entonces consiguió algunos juegos para nosotros jugar. Fue realmente divertido y emocionante. Llegó a casa y consiguió alimento chino. La parte desgraciada fue tiempo de noche, después de mirar la película "Atlántida". Conseguí realmente enfermo alrededor de 1 soy. Vomitaba y everthing. Estuve en el cuarto de baño para acerca de 1 hora. Entonces comencé vomitando sangre y comencé a asustarse. Fue una noche áspera. Entonces sobrepasarlo todo lejos yo conseguí despierto arriba en similar 3 o 4 están debido a alguna joven chica borracha que lucha con su novio fuera de mi casa. Entonces lucharon, gritó, amenazó a llamar las policías si la tocó, dejó y entró la camioneta mini y dejó. ¡Dé gracias a dios! Entonces aquí me siento en mi sala, con una garganta cruda, dolores de estómago y pies adoloridos. Esperar para despertar la familia en 30 minutos de comenzar este día. ¡Hable con usted luego! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-2844132091002771224?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/2844132091002771224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/2844132091002771224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/2844132091002771224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-7.html' title='Day 7'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFQ05SKXL6I/AAAAAAAAAMs/4Fk-WF6PXyo/s72-c/IMG_0703.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-1183120391110332977</id><published>2010-07-30T08:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T08:51:02.535-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Klondike Days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Capital X'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shaved ice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purses'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stuffies'/><title type='text'>Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Day 6 was awesome!! Went to Klondike days (back in the days) and now it is called Capital X. &lt;- Boring name! Ha ha. Anyways. Got some pictures of Polly on some rides. Pictures of the stuff Polly and I won and a picture of a stuffy she won for me :) A purse I got for $10.00 and a purse I got that changes the outer part of it, but not the inside. It is sweet!!! oh yes and we got Cotton Candy and Candy Apples. Also got souvenior cups with Slurpees in them, and we got shaved ice!! It was awesomE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLk8LmoH3I/AAAAAAAAALc/kFQLRLdipV4/s1600/IMG_0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499709817530883954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLk8LmoH3I/AAAAAAAAALc/kFQLRLdipV4/s320/IMG_0691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLk95jT08I/AAAAAAAAAL0/_ls8Pj26nto/s1600/IMG_0694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499709847044871106" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLk95jT08I/AAAAAAAAAL0/_ls8Pj26nto/s320/IMG_0694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLlXUIqy1I/AAAAAAAAAME/fr9guHvwfok/s1600/IMG_0696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499710283677616978" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLlXUIqy1I/AAAAAAAAAME/fr9guHvwfok/s320/IMG_0696.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLk-WeH4_I/AAAAAAAAAL8/V-6zxq0Qexk/s1600/IMG_0695.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499709854807745522" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLk-WeH4_I/AAAAAAAAAL8/V-6zxq0Qexk/s320/IMG_0695.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLlXz21CNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/dGwq_QXkytE/s1600/IMG_0698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499710292192725202" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLlXz21CNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/dGwq_QXkytE/s320/IMG_0698.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLk9b2iAJI/AAAAAAAAALs/VXL9DBdMwiU/s1600/IMG_0693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499709839072428178" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLk9b2iAJI/AAAAAAAAALs/VXL9DBdMwiU/s320/IMG_0693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLk8-fzF7I/AAAAAAAAALk/KAFZtHF2xPM/s1600/IMG_0692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499709831192450994" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLk8-fzF7I/AAAAAAAAALk/KAFZtHF2xPM/s320/IMG_0692.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLlYy1iHYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/10kAbUsHjyk/s1600/IMG_0699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499710309098724738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLlYy1iHYI/AAAAAAAAAMU/10kAbUsHjyk/s320/IMG_0699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLlZYQf6QI/AAAAAAAAAMc/HCKTJtx9K7Q/s1600/IMG_0701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499710319143938306" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLlZYQf6QI/AAAAAAAAAMc/HCKTJtx9K7Q/s320/IMG_0701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLlZya7M_I/AAAAAAAAAMk/FaDcsXLVi6E/s1600/IMG_0702.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499710326166991858" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLlZya7M_I/AAAAAAAAAMk/FaDcsXLVi6E/s320/IMG_0702.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Dia 6 fue super bueno!! Fuimos al Klondike days (en los dia antiguas) y ahora se llama Capital X &lt;-- Fome nombre!! Ja Ja. Sace algunas fotos de Polly en los paseos. Fotos de peluches que Polly y yo ganamos. Y el Peluche que la Polly mi gano. Una cartera que mi costo $10.00 y una otra cartera que se camia la parte afuera. Ah sí y compramos Algodón azucarado y a Candy Manzanas. ¡Souvenior también conseguido ahueca con Slurpees en ellos, y nosotros fuimos afeitados hielo!! ¡Fue impresionante!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-1183120391110332977?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/1183120391110332977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-6.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/1183120391110332977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/1183120391110332977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-6.html' title='Day 6'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLk8LmoH3I/AAAAAAAAALc/kFQLRLdipV4/s72-c/IMG_0691.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-4791014007930166792</id><published>2010-07-30T08:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T08:31:51.684-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='west edmonton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camera'/><title type='text'>Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;WEST EDMONTON MALL WATERPARK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;No pictures due to my camera isn't waterproof!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;WEST EDMONTON MALL WATERPARK!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;No fotos porque mi camera no se puede meter en agua :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-4791014007930166792?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/4791014007930166792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/4791014007930166792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/4791014007930166792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-5.html' title='Day 5'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-888505792428252290</id><published>2010-07-30T08:25:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T08:30:27.557-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wii'/><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLhMWOgF8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZO3Vjv3F8tc/s1600/100_5491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499705697213880258" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLhMWOgF8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZO3Vjv3F8tc/s320/100_5491.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLhL_FMl5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/7DXzL4pDTCo/s1600/100_5490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499705691000838034" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLhL_FMl5I/AAAAAAAAAKM/7DXzL4pDTCo/s320/100_5490.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Looks like I photoshoped Mike in :) haha.  He looks mad!  But he wasn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Because I forgot to take the camera out on day 4 I only got a few fun picture. Day 4 was video and board games day! Went to the Good will, Walmart, EB games and got a bunch of stuff to play. It was fun!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLhM58HpUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/KWnsLYViHfk/s1600/IMG_0690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499705706800457026" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLhM58HpUI/AAAAAAAAAKc/KWnsLYViHfk/s320/IMG_0690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Started with breakfast: Mike's is the XLarge and Polly and me have a regular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLhNEG3HSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/tf6YNh6DXRo/s1600/IMG_0700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499705709529865506" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLhNEG3HSI/AAAAAAAAAKk/tf6YNh6DXRo/s320/IMG_0700.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The game I got for myself :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Porque me olvidé de quitar la cámara en día 4 yo sólo tengo unas imagen. ¡El día 4 fueron video y día de juegos de mesa! Fue a la voluntad Buena, Walmart, juegos de EB y consiguió un ramo de material para jugar. ¡Fue divertido! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-888505792428252290?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/888505792428252290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/888505792428252290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/888505792428252290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLhMWOgF8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/ZO3Vjv3F8tc/s72-c/100_5491.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-2709536081517948366</id><published>2010-07-30T07:51:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T08:24:59.913-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='west edmonton mall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='babies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLaXFXxIbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/s2QR0OGfKtU/s1600/100_5485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499698185086509490" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLaXFXxIbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/s2QR0OGfKtU/s320/100_5485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                         &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLfrNAp_nI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7Ic7yOv2rLY/s1600/100_5486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499704028292578930" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLfrNAp_nI/AAAAAAAAAKE/7Ic7yOv2rLY/s320/100_5486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the park today with the family for day four. Got to play on the park, got sick :) and then because it was raining we decided to go to West Edmonton Mall to check it out for the evening. Not too shabby of a time. Did Take lots of pictures of our purchases :) Mostly because we went to build a bear. And if anyone knows me I am a fanatic for stuffies. And getting to dress them up! Shut up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Park: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLeDdPnQhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BbYolS_N2RU/s1600/IMG_0672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499702245943886354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLeDdPnQhI/AAAAAAAAAJM/BbYolS_N2RU/s320/IMG_0672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLeC2vmmkI/AAAAAAAAAJE/HsSre_VIDig/s1600/IMG_0666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499702235609078338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLeC2vmmkI/AAAAAAAAAJE/HsSre_VIDig/s320/IMG_0666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike's new toy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLe3ZwoM8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PBSlHo4cdLs/s1600/100_5514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499703138361816002" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLe3ZwoM8I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/PBSlHo4cdLs/s320/100_5514.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLeCTvfwgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ud6teWc6y2E/s1600/100_5513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499702226213388802" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLeCTvfwgI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ud6teWc6y2E/s320/100_5513.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLeB1_k3vI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RwkPweDvhIY/s1600/100_5511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499702218227769074" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLeB1_k3vI/AAAAAAAAAI0/RwkPweDvhIY/s320/100_5511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bowling at West Edmonton Mall:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLeDziRSmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/br-tV7YAIuA/s1600/IMG_0675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499702251927718498" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLeDziRSmI/AAAAAAAAAJU/br-tV7YAIuA/s320/IMG_0675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLe1GY_oUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/MpYy7ax05pA/s1600/IMG_0679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499703098802676034" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLe1GY_oUI/AAAAAAAAAJc/MpYy7ax05pA/s320/IMG_0679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Glow in the dark mini golf:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLe2_CYP_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pQirEdeDxq8/s1600/IMG_0689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499703131188510706" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLe2_CYP_I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pQirEdeDxq8/s320/IMG_0689.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLe2VMrdVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_4sTOMhLdvU/s1600/IMG_0688.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499703119957423442" style="WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLe2VMrdVI/AAAAAAAAAJs/_4sTOMhLdvU/s320/IMG_0688.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLe12ymlOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/v8XamtaSTW4/s1600/IMG_0687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499703111794988258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLe12ymlOI/AAAAAAAAAJk/v8XamtaSTW4/s320/IMG_0687.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLaX7CV8DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PuYPKwv3oDQ/s1600/100_5488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499698199492161586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLaX7CV8DI/AAAAAAAAAHM/PuYPKwv3oDQ/s320/100_5488.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLaYRzrndI/AAAAAAAAAHU/lkBP4Q5PwwE/s1600/100_5489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499698205604683218" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLaYRzrndI/AAAAAAAAAHU/lkBP4Q5PwwE/s320/100_5489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My babies:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLaYi3bNeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/4nPpfxcsc00/s1600/100_5492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499698210183788002" style="WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLaYi3bNeI/AAAAAAAAAHc/4nPpfxcsc00/s320/100_5492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLbMoxF-fI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YgRfA-uI7cI/s1600/100_5496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499699105121040882" style="WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLbMoxF-fI/AAAAAAAAAH0/YgRfA-uI7cI/s320/100_5496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLbMC73DDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/x9NgvmuSUZ4/s1600/100_5494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499699094965652530" style="WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLbMC73DDI/AAAAAAAAAHs/x9NgvmuSUZ4/s320/100_5494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499699089931480946" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLbLwLnr3I/AAAAAAAAAHk/XSUcMcrXyKg/s320/100_5493.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLcqgy1q_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/CWWr0LKMzFY/s1600/100_5500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499700717888580594" style="WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLcqgy1q_I/AAAAAAAAAIU/CWWr0LKMzFY/s320/100_5500.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLcrIkJ8lI/AAAAAAAAAIc/PsRZ-i7E3_s/s1600/100_5506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499700728564413010" style="WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLcrIkJ8lI/AAAAAAAAAIc/PsRZ-i7E3_s/s320/100_5506.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLcsFLrA-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/GqVzL--P-t0/s1600/100_5510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499700744836285410" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLcsFLrA-I/AAAAAAAAAIs/GqVzL--P-t0/s320/100_5510.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLcrXNECXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/rf9k0My1-sA/s1600/100_5507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499700732494088562" style="WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLcrXNECXI/AAAAAAAAAIk/rf9k0My1-sA/s320/100_5507.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polly's Babies:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLbNwDoPuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/pEmzKFm6qIM/s1600/100_5498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499699124257701602" style="WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLbNwDoPuI/AAAAAAAAAIE/pEmzKFm6qIM/s320/100_5498.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLbNCu86wI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lp-9pAjlTVM/s1600/100_5497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499699112091380482" style="WIDTH: 221px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLbNCu86wI/AAAAAAAAAH8/lp-9pAjlTVM/s320/100_5497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLcqGk1NfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/abBXY_Bc_Ts/s1600/100_5499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499700710850508274" style="WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLcqGk1NfI/AAAAAAAAAIM/abBXY_Bc_Ts/s320/100_5499.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fue al parque hoy con la familia por el día cuatro. Conseguido para jugar en el parque, se enfermó:) y entonces porque llovía decidimos ir a Edmonton Paseo Occidental averiguarlo para la tarde. No demasiado andrajoso de un tiempo. Sacó mucho fotografías de nuestras compras:) En su mayor parte porque fuimos a construir un oso. Y si cualquiera me conoce que soy un fanático para congestionado. ¡Y consiguiendo para arreglarlos! ¡Cállese! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-2709536081517948366?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/2709536081517948366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/2709536081517948366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/2709536081517948366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-3.html' title='Day 3'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TFLaXFXxIbI/AAAAAAAAAG8/s2QR0OGfKtU/s72-c/100_5485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-4835074796013842225</id><published>2010-07-26T08:34:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T08:57:30.450-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Day 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thirft'/><title type='text'>Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Good morning. Just adding my day two now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So, Yesterday we went thift shopping. MY CHOICE :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;So then we went to a thirft store I love. I got a pair of wedge shoes (which let me tell you, I'm not a fan of until I got a pair of Aldo brand from a garage sale for $1.00.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And i got a pair of black heels as well. Got a really cute purse that my daughter snatched from this one lady. Ha ha. Well not really snatched. She said she waited for her to put it down (watching her like a hawk) and said excuse me and politly removed it from her view. :) I have taught my daughter well about purses, shoes and yes manners :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I also got a cute works shirt, a couple of vegging around shirts and a tank top. Polly got a cute green skirt, two American Eagle shoes and some Pj's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then we hit some garage sales. Not that good. And people if you are having a garage sale, why do you put your stuff on so expensive? Is the purpose not to get rid of your stuff? And then you don't want to negotiate!? Are you insane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Anyways, hit the jackpot on the last one. I got a pair of sweet purple dancing pumps, now someone has to come with me out to use them :) An adidas skirt, and polly got a pair of shorts and a free blue purse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Then yesterday we got home, had leftovers and watches Kung Fu Panda. Just so you know, these choices of movies are mine. Because I had to take time off for vacations, so my man said it was my choice :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I love bieng Queen for a week :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Day three soon to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Check out my pictures for now :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TE2gWzwhiUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Bkml5rXCDWc/s1600/100_5473.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498227033800542530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TE2gWzwhiUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Bkml5rXCDWc/s320/100_5473.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;On our way out for Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TE2gWZwgANI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ghgtxD--Cro/s1600/100_5472.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498227026821120210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TE2gWZwgANI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ghgtxD--Cro/s320/100_5472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TE2gYKkZX0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Yeoy0BYO_TU/s1600/100_5482.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TE2hnvdvBbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LOVZmXEKNvo/s1600/100_5481.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498228424217396658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TE2hnvdvBbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/LOVZmXEKNvo/s320/100_5481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;    My shoes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Polly`s Shoes              &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498227057103560514" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TE2gYKkZX0I/AAAAAAAAAGc/Yeoy0BYO_TU/s320/100_5482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TE2gXQQIDDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lHhC32HmW04/s1600/100_5483.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498227041449282610" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TE2gXQQIDDI/AAAAAAAAAGM/lHhC32HmW04/s320/100_5483.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;   My purses, the middle one is Polly`s and that is Pokey in the middle :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TE2g37X44DI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-h_f7jDPPwU/s1600/100_5484.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498227602780381234" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TE2g37X44DI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-h_f7jDPPwU/s320/100_5484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;   My $1.00 sunglassess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bye and hope you enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Buenos días. Sólo agregar mi día dos ahora:) Así, Ayer fuimos las compras de thift. MI ELECCION:)&lt;br /&gt;Entonces fuimos a una tienda del thirft que adoro. Conseguí un par de zapatos de cuña (que permitió que le diga, yo no soy un ventilador de hasta que consiguiera un par de marca de Aldo de una venta en garaje para $1.00.) Y conseguí un par de tacones negros también. Conseguida una bolsa realmente mona que mi hija agarró de éste señora. Ah ah. Bien no realmente agarrado. Dijo que la esperaba para dejarlo (la mirando como un halcón) y dijo excusa mí y cortésmente lo quitó de su vista. :) He enseñado a mi hija bien acerca de bolsas, los zapatos y sí las maneras:) Yo también conseguí una camisa mona de trabajos, un par de vegging alrededor de camisas y un tanque sobrepasa. Asta consiguió una falda verde mona, dos Aguila norteamericana hierra y algún Pj.&lt;br /&gt;Entonces golpeamos algunas ventas en garaje. No tan bueno. ¿Y las personas si tiene una venta en garaje, por qué pone usted su material tan caro? ¿Es el propósito para no deshacerse de su material? ¿Y entonces usted no quiere negociar!? ¡Son loco! De todos modos, saque el premio gordo en el último. Conseguí un par de bombas dulces del baile de morado, ahora alguien tiene que venir conmigo fuera utilizarlos:) Una falda de adidas, y asta consiguió un par de calzones y una bolsa azul libre.&lt;br /&gt;También, me olvidé de mencionar que ayer conseguí un vestido marrón y una chaqueta de sport negra del Ricki en una venta en garaje:)&lt;br /&gt;Entonces ayer llegamos a casa, sobras tuvimos y miramos el Panda de Kung Fu. Sólo tan sabe, estas elecciones de películas son mío. Porque tuve que tomarse tiempo libre para vacaciones, así que mi hombre dijo que fue mi elección:) Adoro a Reina de bieng para una semana:)&lt;br /&gt;El día tres pronto venir.&lt;br /&gt;Averigüe mis imágenes para ahora:)&lt;br /&gt;¡Adiós y espera que disfrute de! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-4835074796013842225?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/4835074796013842225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/4835074796013842225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/4835074796013842225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-2.html' title='Day 2'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TE2gWzwhiUI/AAAAAAAAAGE/Bkml5rXCDWc/s72-c/100_5473.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-6105707179418964543</id><published>2010-07-26T08:27:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T09:00:13.348-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whyte ave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='candy'/><title type='text'>Vacations - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Day ONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Good morning. I am sitting on my couch, getting ready to plan day three of our holidays.&lt;br /&gt;First of I wanted to let you know of Day 1 and Day 2. We started our holidays on Saturday instead of Monday. I told my man that I wanted to start right away and do stuff we don't usually do here in Edmonton, Even thought we live her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So day one constisted of going to Whyte Avenue. Yes ladies and gentleman. Whyte Avenue. Personally, I'm not a fan of Whtye Ave. Why? I'm not sure, I just am not. But it was really really fun. Me and my girl checked out the Coney Island Candy store :) It was cool. I got some cigarette gum. Polly got a surprise bag, and Michael just shared my gum, but not my soap candies :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got two purses!! One is like a sling bag, and one of Che. My daughters comments. "I'm really jealous of that Che purse". Ahhh, my sweet angel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got this other bag, like a small sling bag and it is black with white poka dots. Really really cute. Thank you 'Chicken Scratch'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed there till about 3 ish. Then we went home and I made tortalini salad. And we watched Taken. (Really love this movie. Mostly because of Liam Nesson.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Also checked out some garage sales and got a cute dress too :)&lt;br /&gt;Pictures will be added to my Day 2 Blog :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TE2i2MataGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ZSGtggtEHlg/s1600/100_5479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498229772019132514" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TE2i2MataGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ZSGtggtEHlg/s320/100_5479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Buenos días. Me siento en mi sofá, preparando a planear día tres de nuestros feriados. Primero de quiso permitir que sepa de Día 1 y el Día 2. Comenzamos nuestros feriados el sábado en vez del lunes. ¡Dije a mi hombre que quise comenzar en seguida y llenar nosotros no hacemos generalmente aquí en Edmonton, pensamos Aún que la vivimos!&lt;br /&gt;Entonces día un constisted de ir a la Avenida de Whyte. Sí señoras y caballero. Avenida de Whyte. Personalmente, yo no soy un ventilador de Whtye Avda. ¿Por qué? Yo no estoy seguro, acabo de ser no. Pero fue realmente realmente divertido. Mí y mi chica averiguó la confitería de Isla de Conejo:) Fue fresco. Conseguí alguna goma de cigarrillo. Asta consiguió una bolsa de la sorpresa, y Michael compartió sólo mi goma, pero no mis dulces de jabón:)&lt;br /&gt;¡Entonces conseguí dos bolsas!! Uno está como una bolsa de honda, y como uno de Che. Mis hijas comentan. "Estoy realmente celoso de esa bolsa de Che". Ahhh, mi ángel dulce:)&lt;br /&gt;Entonces conseguí esto otra bolsa, como una pequeña bolsa de honda y soy negro con puntos blancos de poka. Realmente realmente mono. Gracias "Rasguño de Pollo".&lt;br /&gt;Permanecimos allí hasta acerca de 3 ish. Entonces regresamos a casa y yo hice ensalada de tortalini. Y miramos Tomado. (Adore realmente esta película. En su mayor parte a causa de Liam Nesson).&lt;br /&gt;También averiguó algunas ventas en garaje y consiguió un vestido mono también:) Las imágenes serán añadidas a mi Día 2 Blog:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-6105707179418964543?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/6105707179418964543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/07/vacations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/6105707179418964543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/6105707179418964543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/07/vacations.html' title='Vacations - Day 1'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TE2i2MataGI/AAAAAAAAAG0/ZSGtggtEHlg/s72-c/100_5479.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-6586196192262726622</id><published>2010-07-15T08:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T10:08:30.858-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='camping'/><title type='text'>Change Change Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;So, I am thinking I am ready for a change. But a job change. But I am not sure if I am ready. I want to be because I think it is time but it is dumb that I am scared? I think I am scared of change. I know that it is probably normal, and the grass may be greener on the other side. But what if it isn't? I had a job interview yesterday, not going to say were because you will probably laugh at me :( Haha. I personally would as well. I know it went well, and I know they may offer me more money then what I asked. But do I want to leave my job (which at this point after 4 years is not challenging enough for me) for a job that I have to work weekends, and spend less time with my family and probably no chance of moving up? Dumb question with a very easy answer right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Well when I write it out and re - read it in my head it does sound like an obvious answer. Ha ha. Well I want to thank you all for your input on helping me decide. Ha Ha. Moving on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I am super excited. Today, by my house, they are opening up a Ricki's clothing store. I am going for the grand opening! EXCITED!! I'm loosing weight (thank you Wii Fit) and excited to try on some smaller sized clothes. (seeing that I am still wearing my oversized ones right now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I have also started using my car, that my loving oh so sweet boyfriend, bought me for camping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;It is so big that we can fit a bunch of stuff and stuff we don't even need. Ha ha. I love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Well, that is all for Thursday. Have a great day and talk to you soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TD8x1Dpa0qI/AAAAAAAAAF0/66CDKBPq6mg/s1600/leopard_with_headline2-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494164857997152930" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TD8x1Dpa0qI/AAAAAAAAAF0/66CDKBPq6mg/s320/leopard_with_headline2-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Así, pienso que estoy listo para un cambio. Pero un cambio del trabajo. Pero yo no estoy seguro si estoy listo. ¿Quiero ser porque pienso que es tiempo pero es mudo que soy espantado? Pienso que soy espantado de cambio. Sé que es probablemente normal, y el pasto puede ser más verde en el otro lado. ¿Pero qué si no es? Tuve una entrevista de trabajo ayer, no yendo a decir fueron porque usted probablemente se reirá de mí: (Haha. Hago personalmente también. Sé que fue bien, y sé que ellos me pueden ofrecer más dinero entonces lo que pregunté. ¿Pero hago quiero dejar mi trabajo (cuál en este punto después de que 4 años no desafíen bastante para mí) para un trabajo que tengo que trabajar los fines de semana, y dedicar menos tiempo con mi familia y probablemente ninguna oportunidad de subir? ¿La pregunta muda con un derecho muy fácil de respuesta? Bien cuando yo lo escribo y acerca de - lo leyó en mi cabeza que suena como una respuesta obvia. Ah ah. Bien quiero a gracias todo para su entrada en ayudarme decido. Ah Ah. Mover en. ... Soy súper entusiasmado. Hoy, por mi casa, ellos abren la tienda de la ropa de un Ricki. ¡Voy para la apertura grande! ¡ENTUSIASMADO!! Aflojo peso (gracias Wii Queda) y emocionó a probarse alguna ropa calibrada más pequeña. (viendo que yo todavía llevo mis demasiado grandes en este momento)&lt;br /&gt;Yo también he empezado a utilizar mi carro, que mi adorar ah novio tan dulce, me compró para acampar. Es tan grande que podemos quedar un ramo de material y llenar hacemos ni necesitamos. Ah ah. Yo lo adoro.&lt;br /&gt;Bien, eso es todo para el jueves. Que un gran día y hable con usted pronto&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/4533697482947358843-6586196192262726622?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/6586196192262726622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/07/change-change-change.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/6586196192262726622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/6586196192262726622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/07/change-change-change.html' title='Change Change Change'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TD8x1Dpa0qI/AAAAAAAAAF0/66CDKBPq6mg/s72-c/leopard_with_headline2-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-6460313774198143689</id><published>2010-07-03T21:51:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T22:38:25.005-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pow wow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world cup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss you Arturo'/><title type='text'>Long time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;It has been some time since I've been on here. I have been meaning to write for a while. So, I am a bit sad. Chile is out of the World Cup. :( Then Brasil... THEN ARGENTINA!! I was like what the hell! What is going on here right? Uraguay is in, then Paraguay gets taken out by Espania. Espania! I was not happy. I am kinda sad that my country isn't there and that makes me sadder then sad. Is that possible? Well, I know there is in the next 4 years :(&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, other then that, all is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starting to just give up on things certain thing and certain people. Meh, we all need to grow up eventually and move onto bigger and better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter got her report card and has started her summer holidays. Report card was meh, was hoping to see better marks, but they were good. She has her summer all booked up and we will be going on holidays at the end of July. Our destination is unknown but I know it will be fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arturo is back in Edmonton, and he will have to leave soon :( I saw him yesterday for a bit at night time at my mothers house. It was great. I miss him when he leaves town, and I know how much my mother worries. I am sad to say it, but what mother does not worry when she can't talk to her child everyday. I know I will be missing him when he leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on a good note, getting ready to go camping in a couple of weeks again :)&lt;br /&gt;Still have to figure out a date when I can hook up with Shannon and Chantelle to check out my first Pow Wow. I am pretty excited. I have never been to one and I really want to check one out. I think it would be interesting to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, well my man is downstairs with his friends playing games with his friends. I am in the living room typing and watching Sex and the City and my daughter is at grandma's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am going to finish watching this last episode and I think I might header to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night and talk to you later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ha sido algún tiempo desde que yo he estado en aquí. He estado significando para escribir un rato. Así, estoy un poco triste. Chile es fuera del Mundial. : (Entonces Brasil... ¡ENTONCES ARGENTINA!! ¡Estuve como qué demonios! ¿Qué pasa aquí correcto? Uraguay está en, entonces Paraguay consigue quitó por Espania. ¡Espania! Yo no fui feliz. Soy kinda triste que mi país no está allí y que me hace más triste entonces triste. ¿Es eso posible? Bien, sé que hay en los próximos 4 años: (Pero sí, otro entonces eso, todo es bueno.&lt;br /&gt;Comienzo a dar por perdido justo cosas cierta cosa y ciertas personas. Meh, todos nosotros necesidad de crecer finalmente y para mover en mejores cosas más grandes y.&lt;br /&gt;Mi hija consiguió su cartilla de notas y ha comenzado sus feriados del verano. La cartilla de notas fue meh, esperaba ver mejores marcas, pero fueron buenos. Tiene su verano que todo reservó arriba e iremos en las vacaciones a fines de julio. Nuestro destino es desconocido pero sé que será divertido:)&lt;br /&gt;Arturo regresa en Edmonton, y él tendrá que salir pronto: (yo lo vi ayer para un poco en tiempo de noche en mis madres alberga. Fue gran. Yo lo pierdo cuando deja el pueblo, y yo sé cuánta mi madre preocupa. Soy aunque sea triste decirlo, pero qué madre no preocupan cuando ella no puede hablar con su niño diario. Sé que yo lo perderé cuando sale.&lt;br /&gt;Pero en una nota buena, preparando a ir de camping en un par de semanas otra vez:) Todavía tenga que resolver una fecha cuando puedo conectar con Shannon y Chantelle para averiguar mi primer Pow Ah. Soy emocionado bastante. Yo nunca he estado a uno y a quiero realmente averiguar uno. Pienso que sería interesante ver.&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, bien mi hombre está abajo con sus amigos que juegan juegos con sus amigos. Estoy en la sala que escribe a máquina y mira Sexo y la Ciudad y mi hija está en abuelita.&lt;br /&gt;Entonces terminaré mirando este último episodio y yo pienso que puedo encabezamiento a la cama.&lt;br /&gt;*Suspiro*&lt;br /&gt;La noche buena y habla con usted más tarde.&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/4533697482947358843-6460313774198143689?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/6460313774198143689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/07/long-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/6460313774198143689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/6460313774198143689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/07/long-time.html' title='Long time'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-7593758025351929757</id><published>2010-06-16T12:43:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T13:10:19.928-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chile'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world cup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soccer'/><title type='text'>VIVA CHILE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;VIVA&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;CHILE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TBkgYGtU6bI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KKPmZ6T0bqI/s1600/chile+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483449619789965746" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TBkgYGtU6bI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KKPmZ6T0bqI/s320/chile+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ahh, the world cup has arrived ladies and gentleman. The world cup is like the NHL of hockey and the NFL of football :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is when one person says their country is better then someone elses, whether they lose, tie or win. It is when people start sticking thier country flags everywhere, start to wear their national colors or buy clothes with their countries name / flag on it. I'm not going to deny it. I am wearing my countries colors with pride :) I am proud Chilean, and always will be. Whether we win (WHICH WE DID TODAY AGAINST HONDURAS), tie or loose. My daughter will brag about how awesome her country played, and wear our colors. Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because we are hispanic, because we love soccer... and because we are Chilean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TBkgYbMsLTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZCwIc9wuHoA/s1600/chile+4"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483449625290222898" style="WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TBkgYbMsLTI/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZCwIc9wuHoA/s320/chile+4" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enjoy the world of soccer around you and take in a few games :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Don't miss Chile play against Switzerland on June 21 at 8:00 (Edmonton Time), and Chile against Espania on June 25 at 12:30 (Edmotnon Time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Also Don't forget Colo Colo plays against FC Edmonton on June 20, 2010 at 4 pm on Commenwealth. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ahh, el mundial ha llegado señoras y a caballero. El mundial est como el NHL de hockey y el NFL del fútbol americano :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TBkgXgVeCRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NzXRax7FxUs/s1600/chile2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483449609489352978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TBkgXgVeCRI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NzXRax7FxUs/s320/chile2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Es cuando una persona dice que su país es mejor de otra persona, si pierden, la corbata o la victoria. Es cuando personas empiezan a atascar más tus banderas de país por todas partes, el comienzo para llevar sus colores nacionales o comprar ropa con sus países denomina/bandera en ello. Yo no lo negaré. Llevo mis colores de países con orgullo:) Estoy orgulloso chileno, y siempre seré. Si ganamos (QUE HICIMOS HOY CONTRA HONDURAS), atamos o aflojamos. Mi hija se jactará de cuán impresionante su país jugado, y lleva nuestros colores. ¿Por qué? Porque somos hispanos, porque adoramos el fútbol... y porque somos chilenos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Disfrute del mundo del fútbol alrededor de usted y acepte unos pocos juegos:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TBkgXa1u0qI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TG9GXipXIMQ/s1600/chile1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483449608014058146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TBkgXa1u0qI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TG9GXipXIMQ/s320/chile1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;No pierda (Tiempo de Edmotnon) el juego de Chile contra Suiza el 21 de junio en 8:00 (Tiempo de Edmonton), y Chile contra Espania el 25 de junio en 12:30. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y no se orbidan que Colo Colo juega contra FC Edmonton en el 20 de junio en el stadio Commenwealth. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-7593758025351929757?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/7593758025351929757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/06/viva-chile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/7593758025351929757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/7593758025351929757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/06/viva-chile.html' title='VIVA CHILE!!!'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TBkgYGtU6bI/AAAAAAAAAFk/KKPmZ6T0bqI/s72-c/chile+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-7211738518018419960</id><published>2010-06-13T21:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T21:15:17.616-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>What a great weekend!  I ended up doing so much and enjoyed the quality time with the family.  I had a chance to stare at my daugther and be greatful for what a great kid I have.  Talked to my cousin in Chile as well.   My daughter got a chance to talk to him and start to get to know each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong that I want to be a contestant on the Biggest Loser?  I think I am in need to a good Kick A$$ work out.  Is that so wrong?  Ha Ha.  I do use my Wii fit and it does work.  Don't get me wrong, but sometimes I need something more, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all I have to say today and hope I have more to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye the way, WORK WAS HELL ALL WEEK, but that is ok, I will survive :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you later and have a great sleep!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-7211738518018419960?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/7211738518018419960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/06/weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/7211738518018419960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/7211738518018419960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/06/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-6042553010634849546</id><published>2010-06-04T15:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T15:56:40.380-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='headache'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garage sale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Boo Day!</title><content type='html'>Today is officially my day of CRAP!  Today started off peachy with my typical teenage daughter giving me her typical teenage attitude.  So I said good bye and went back to sleep for another 40 minutes (making sure she had left before I get up).  Does that make me a bad parent to avoid conflict then to solve it?  Because sometimes I am so sick and tired of it I rather not even deal with it.  then I come to work all I hear is WAHHH WAHHH WAHH!! Seriously people, I don't care!! haha.  All I wanted today was to talk to a friend.  just a good friend so I can vent and she would sit there and help me solve some of my problems with me.  But could I get one? Nope!  Why are friends so hard to find? maybe it should be why are good friends hard to keep right?  Anyways, that is all. I am done crying like a 2 year old.  I have 15 minutes of work left before I have to go and deal with my other headaches in life! ARGH FOR ME!!&lt;br /&gt;NIght :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a happier note, I will be going by my dads place to see my brother and to check out a garage sale that has scrapbooking things on sale :) YEAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-6042553010634849546?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/6042553010634849546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/06/boo-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/6042553010634849546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/6042553010634849546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/06/boo-day.html' title='Boo Day!'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-1065810407698809419</id><published>2010-06-03T13:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T13:32:56.158-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cards'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hockey'/><title type='text'>Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I just wanted to say, that I really enjoy making things. I like getting new stamps and then making a bunch of cards. Is that so wrong? I went to a party this weekend, and I told these ladies that I got some stamps and I made some cards, and I was made fun of. It was actually quite rude, if you ask me. I didn't go to this friends birthday party to be made to feel like ****, and that is what I felt. I know that I have a friend that checks out my blog and she was there, but I am sorry. I have to say, I really didn't enjoy the atmosphere that night and it kind of makes me not want to meet up with some people. Is that so wrong of me to be out there and say that? Because I know so people will get offended, but I don't care right now. Don't make a mockery of me, because I enjoy certain things. I don't make fun of you and your hobbies. Do I?&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to say that, that is all. I think I am done. *Huff*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sigh* I feel like I live a hard life.&lt;br /&gt;But on another note, I have a hockey game today! Going to look towards pushing myself, and not being scared of the ball, challenging and trying to score by screening the goalie with my BIG bum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya later bloggy buddies!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TAgCkRTgLjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CYYLfHz4Mh4/s1600/hockey"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478631768839958066" style="WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TAgCkRTgLjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CYYLfHz4Mh4/s320/hockey" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can totally see this in my future if I have boys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yo puedo totalment ver esto en mi futuro si tengo ninos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Yo sólo quise decir, que disfruto realmente de cosas que hace. Quiero conseguir nuevas estampillas y entonces haciendo un ramo de tarjetas. ¿Está eso tan equivocado? Fui a un fiesta este fin de semana, y yo dijeron a estas señoras que conseguí algunas estampillas y yo hice algunas tarjetas, y yo fui burlado de. Fue realmente bastante grosero, si usted me pregunta. Yo no fui a esta fiesta de cumpleaños de amigos para ser hecho para sentirse como ****, y eso es lo que sentía. Sé que tengo a un amigo que averigua mi blog y ella estuvo allí, pero lo siento. Tengo que decir, yo realmente no disfruté de la atmósfera que noche y de ello clase de las marcas mí no quiero quedar con algunas personas. ¿Es eso tan injusticia de mí estar allí y para decir eso? Porque sé tan que personas serán ofendidas, pero yo no cuido en este momento. No haga una burla de mí, porque disfruto de ciertas cosas. Yo no me burlo de usted y de sus pasatiempos. ¿Hago? Sólo quiso decir eso, eso es todo. Pienso que soy hecho. *Arranque de furia* *Suspiro* yo me siento como si vivo una vida dura. ¡Pero en otra nota, yo tengo un juego de hockey hoy! Ir a mirar hacia empujarme, y no ser espantado de la pelota, desafiando y tratando de rayar investigación al arquero con mi vagabundo GRANDE.&lt;br /&gt;¡Nos vemos compañeros de bloggy!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-1065810407698809419?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/1065810407698809419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/06/cards.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/1065810407698809419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/1065810407698809419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/06/cards.html' title='Cards'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TAgCkRTgLjI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CYYLfHz4Mh4/s72-c/hockey' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-2966665035579207295</id><published>2010-06-02T09:36:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T09:42:03.228-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>The future is friendly</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I was contemplating on doing a Wordless Wednesday, but then I said to myself, I have something to say! All I want to say, was it this hard to be a teenager when we were younger? Because my daughter can be just perfect and then you have to watch out because the attitude comes out … TIMES 10! I am like wow!! I was never that bad when I was a kid. Mind you, my mother would like to differ. But I still disagree. And at what age is it too late to smarten up at school? I was reading this book on how to deal with teenagers, because trust me, I need all the help I can get, but they were saying that it is really never to late to do all the stuff you want to do in life. I find that hard to believe in a way. Why? Because, I can’t go back to school and do what I really want to do with my life. I am sure it is possible, but I have to be realistic. Can I really afford another student loan? What if it isn’t enough to help support my family and I? Don’t get me wrong, my boyfriend makes enough to support us, but is it really worth it at my age? I think mostly because I am tired of my job, and want a career change. But I can’t always run away from my career and move to another one. Can I?&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that in time my daughter will open her eyes and take a look around her and see how hard it is living in the real world. It isn’t all chatting and having a field day at school. Just sliding by isnt’ good enough. Why can’t she see it? At the same time, I ask myself, why can’t I have seen it when I was her age as well. ARGGG!! I hate figuring things out too late!&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I am working on my “100 List”. My question for you fellow bloggers out there, how do I post it and make it a link as well?&lt;br /&gt;Any suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;Have a great Wednesday and an awesome rest of the week.&lt;br /&gt;PS: I spoke with my brother via messenger yesterday! I was so happy to see him. He comes home this weekend for a couple of days and goes back to work on Monday. (Love you Arturo and miss you!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TAZ69pTBVjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OxbEMO-3LgM/s1600/noschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478201196219029042" style="WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TAZ69pTBVjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OxbEMO-3LgM/s320/noschool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My daughter isn't this bad.  She does like school and well.  I think she could push herself a little bit more and be extraordinary.  Is that so wrong of me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mi hija no es tan mal como este.  Ella le gusta la escuela y hace bien.  Yo pienso si se enpuje mas sera mas super bien.  Eso es mal de mi en pensar en eso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;¡Contemplaba a hacer un el miércoles Mudo, pero entonces dije a yo mismo, yo tengo algo decir! ¿Todo quiero decir, fue esto duro ser un adolescente cuándo fuimos más jóvenes? ¡Porque mi hija puede ser justo perfecta y entonces tiene que tener cuidado porque la actitud sale … TIEMPOS 10! ¡Estoy como ah!! Fui nunca que malo cuando fui un niño. Tenga inconveniente enle, mi madre querría variar. Pero yo todavía no convengo. ¿Y en qué edad es arreglar demasiado tarde en la escuela? Leía este libro en cómo tratar con adolescentes, porque se fía de mí, yo necesito toda la ayuda que puedo conseguir, pero decían que es realmente nunca a tarde hacer todo el material que usted quiere hacer en la vida. Encuentro que eso creer duramente de una manera. ¿Por qué? Porque, yo no puedo volver a la escuela y hacer lo que quiero realmente hacer con mi vida. Estoy seguro que es posible, pero tengo que ser práctico. ¿Realmente puedo proporcionar yo otro crédito personal para estudiantes? ¿Qué si no es suficiente en ayudar apoyo mi familia y yo? ¿No me consiga agravio, mi novio hace para apoyarnos bastante, pero es realmente valor en mi edad? Pienso en su mayor parte porque soy cansado de mi trabajo, y deseo un cambio de carrera. Pero yo no siempre puedo escaparme de mi carrera y el movimiento a otro uno. ¿Puedo? Acabo de esperar que en el tiempo mi hija abrirá los ojos y echará una mirada alrededor de ella y verá cuán duro vive en el mundo verdadero. No charla todo y triunfa al colegio. Justo deslizar por isnt' suficiente bueno. ¿Por qué no lo puede ver ella? Al mismo tiempo, yo me pregunto, por qué puedo no yo lo he visto cuando fui su edad también. ¡ARGGG!! ¡Odio cosas que figura fuera demasiado tarde! En otra nota, yo trabajo en mi “100 Lista". ¿Mi pregunta para usted bloggers prójimos allí, cómo lo anuncio yo y lo hace un lazo también? ¿Alguna sugerencia? Tenga un gran el miércoles y un descanso impresionante de la semana. P: ¡Hablé con mi hermano a través de mensajero ayer! Fui tan feliz de verlo. Vuelve a casa este fin de semana unos días y vuelve al trabajo el lunes. ¡(Adórele Arturo y te hecho de meno!)! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-2966665035579207295?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/2966665035579207295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/06/future-is-friendly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/2966665035579207295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/2966665035579207295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/06/future-is-friendly.html' title='The future is friendly'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/TAZ69pTBVjI/AAAAAAAAAFE/OxbEMO-3LgM/s72-c/noschool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-2310600233626362805</id><published>2010-05-26T10:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T10:12:51.081-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S_1IXAnYyYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mfmjTHlOBgk/s1600/image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475612282091784578" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S_1IXAnYyYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mfmjTHlOBgk/s320/image.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/4533697482947358843-2310600233626362805?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/2310600233626362805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/05/wordless-wednesday_26.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/2310600233626362805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/2310600233626362805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/05/wordless-wednesday_26.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S_1IXAnYyYI/AAAAAAAAAE8/mfmjTHlOBgk/s72-c/image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-3497270887887558553</id><published>2010-05-21T10:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T10:12:38.556-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hockey'/><title type='text'>Doctors</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ok, It is official. I went to the doctors yesterday and he told me I am dying.....&lt;br /&gt;Nope, just kidding. I am a healthy (beautiful......ok...that is my word) young lady and my lungs are good. Breathing is fine. Anxiety/panic attack. Only thing he can give me is an inhaler for when I do start to panic. He did say, I don't know what triggered it. Maybe the T.V show or other stressors in life. My nurse at my work also told me to try the breath strips. So I did.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday for the first time I slept through the night without waking up. Actually, slept right through the knocking of my bedroom door. My boyfriend had to kick me to wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Also had a hockey game yesterday. Won 5-1. Great game, but I will be honest with you. My heart wasn't in it. Why? Besides exhausted that I didn't sleep well for two days, but also because there were too many forwards and I got benched for a while. So we had enough for three solid forward lines, except one extra person. So what they did is my line had to swap out a player. So line one played, then line two, then line three (my line, but i had to sit this one out), then after it was line one, line two and line three (The I played). Which I know itsn't a big deal, but trust me, it feels like forever before you get to play. So yeah. I am also not to keen on our couch. But yeah, that is all. Next game I plan on putting 110 % effort. Because we are a team, and there is no reason as to why I get to drag my butt and everyone else has to push.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a great weekend and try to enjoy the cold Edmonton rainy weather. Me I LOVE THE RAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to you later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Bueno, es oficial. Fui a los médicos ayer y él me dijo que yo me muero. .... No, bromeando justo. Soy un sano (beautiful......ok...that es mi palabra) señorita y mis pulmones son buenos. Respirar es fino. Ansiedad/ataque de pánico. Sólo cosa que él me puede dar soy un inhalante para cuando comience a asustarse. Dijo, yo no sé lo que lo provocó. Quizá la exposición T.V u otro stressors en la vida. Mi enfermera en mi trabajo también me dijo probar los tiras de aliento. Entonces hice. Ayer por primera vez yo dormí por la noche sin despertarse. Realmente, el derecho dormido por el golpear de mi puerta de pieza. Mi novio tuvo que patearme despertarme. También tuvo un juego de hockey ayer. Ganado 5-1. Gran juego, pero serán honestos con usted. El corazón no fue en ello. ¿Por qué? Aparte de agotó que yo no dormí bien durante dos días, pero también porque había demasiado adelante y conseguí benched un rato. Entonces tuvimos bastante para tres líneas delanteras sólidas, menos una persona extra. Entonces lo que hicieron es mi línea tuvo que cambiar a un jugador. Entonces forre uno jugado, entonces forra dos, entonces forran tres (mi línea, pero tuvieron que sentarse éste fuera), entonces después de que fuera la línea uno, la línea dos y forre tres (El jugué). Cuál yo sé su no un trato grande, pero se fío de mí, se siente como para siempre antes que consiga para jugar. Entonces sí. Yo también no estoy a agudo en nuestra sofá. Pero sí, eso es todo. Próximo juego que planeo a poner 110 % el esfuerzo. Porque somos un equipo, y no hay razón en cuanto a por qué yo consigo para arrastrar mi extremo y los otros tienen que empujar.&lt;br /&gt;Espere que tenga un gran fin de semana y trate de disfrutar del Edmonton frío tiempo lluvioso. Mí yo ADORO LA LLUVIA.&lt;br /&gt;Hable con usted más tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-3497270887887558553?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/3497270887887558553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/05/doctors.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/3497270887887558553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/3497270887887558553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/05/doctors.html' title='Doctors'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-849958698001207976</id><published>2010-05-20T09:38:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T09:45:26.365-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breathing'/><title type='text'>Breathing Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, here is my new dilema.  I have been having problems breathing for some time now.  Well, actually one two nights and one day.  Yesterday I had a heck of a time sleeping, mostly because I woke up sweating to death and gasping for air.  But I would gasp for air after I pictured something bad happening.  So the day before yesterday in the AM I walked North of 60.  And it was the episode when Hannah had died.  So I was sleeping and seeing Michelle in my sleep looking for Hannah and I would wake up suddenly gasping for air.  Yesterday was the episode of the funeral.  So I dreamt about Wayne and his mom and Hannah and I woke up gasping for air.  Wierd huh?  So then I had to go to my basement (one day at 1 am and the other day at 2 am) to try to get some sleep.  Which I was able to do with no problems.  Woke myself up and went to the bed to sleep and was out cold.  But then it was almost time to get up!!! WTF!! Right?  So what is going on!  I talked to one of my nurses in my clinic and she suggested sleep apnea.  But right now I am sitting at my desk and I feel like I am struggling to breath.  I feel like my chest is not getting enough air, and my head is light headed.  I don't know what is going on.  Am I dying?   So, naturally, I called my family doctor to get in to see someone.  She isn't back until NEXT WEDNESDAY!!  I'm like seriously.  Then her next available is in JUNE!!! I either seriously have to see a doctor (or get a new one) or even go to emergency.  But for something like this, I feel like it will pass.  But what if it doesn't?  Right?  Oh dear, today or soon may be my day of death :(  Just letting everone know is all.  Hope you have a good day and a way better night then I did.  Mind you if you live in Edmonton, I can't imagine having a better night then pure heat :) Haha.  Talk to you later and have a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Aquí está así, mi nuevo dilema. He estado teniendo los problemas que respiran durante un tiempo ahora. Bien, realmente una dos noches y un día. Ayer tuve un demonio de un tiempo que duerme, en su mayor parte porque yo me desperté sudar a la muerte y jadear para el aire. Pero jadearía para el aire después de que yo me imaginara algo acontecimiento malo. Entonces anteayer en el SOY anduve al norte de 60. Y fue el episodio cuando Hannah se había muerto. Entonces dormía y veía Michelle en mi sueño que busca Hannah y yo me despertaría de repente jadear para el aire. Ayer fue el episodio del funeral. Entonces soñé acerca de Wayne y su mamá y acerca de Hannah y yo se despertaron jadear para el aire. ¿Wierd qué? Entonces entonces tuve que ir a mi sótano (un día en 1 es y el otro día en 2 es) tratar de conseguir algún sueño. Cuál yo pude hacer con ningunos problemas. Me desperté arriba y fui a la cama para dormir y estuvo fuera el frío. ¡Pero entonces fue casi tiempo de levantarse!!! ¡WTF!! ¿El derecho? ¡Entonces lo que pasa! Hablé con uno de mis enfermeras en mi dispensario y ella sugirió la apnea de sueño. Pero en este momento yo me siento en mi escritorio y yo me siento como si lucho al aliento. Yo me siento como el pecho no consigue suficiente aire, y la cabeza es ligera dirigió. Yo no sé lo que pasa. ¿Me muero? Así, naturalmente, llamé a mi médico de cabecera para entrar para ver alguien. ¡Ella no es atrás hasta EL PROXIMO MIERCOLES!! Estoy como gravemente. ¡Entonces su próximo disponible está en junio!!! Yo o tiene gravemente que ver a un médico (o conseguir uno nuevo) o ir aún a la emergencia. Pero para algo como esto, yo me siento como si pasará. ¿Pero qué si no hace? ¿El derecho? Ay, hoy o pronto puede ser mi día de la muerte: (permitiendo Justo que everone sabe es todo. Espere que tenga un día bueno y una manera mejor noche entonces yo hice. Tenga inconveniente enle si vive en Edmonton, yo no puedo imaginarme teniendo una mejor noche calor entonces puro:) Haha. Hable con usted posterior y tenga un día bueno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-849958698001207976?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/849958698001207976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/05/breathing-problems.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/849958698001207976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/849958698001207976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/05/breathing-problems.html' title='Breathing Problems'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-7536338752614719576</id><published>2010-05-19T12:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T12:39:59.609-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wednesday'/><title type='text'>Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S_QwYfJqQ8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/yqa1KFprrC0/s1600/Wednesday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473052644399006658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S_QwYfJqQ8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/yqa1KFprrC0/s320/Wednesday.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/4533697482947358843-7536338752614719576?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/7536338752614719576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/05/wordless-wednesday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/7536338752614719576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/7536338752614719576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/05/wordless-wednesday.html' title='Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S_QwYfJqQ8I/AAAAAAAAAEs/yqa1KFprrC0/s72-c/Wednesday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-1798717306786063764</id><published>2010-05-07T09:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T09:48:56.506-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><title type='text'>Happy Mommy's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;So this is it. This weekend is mothers day. This is the day that we show our mommies that we love them. My boyfriend once told me that he wishes our daughter grows up to be at least half the women I am. It made me instantly cry. Why? I hope that she does pick up my positive traits, but I also hope she doesn’t pick up my negative ones! I love my daughter to death, but do we really need a miniature Claudia in this world? Seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mom and she is an awesome person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;She is sweet, loving, caring and really understanding.&lt;br /&gt;She knows the right thing to say at the right time and knows how to wipe your tears away.&lt;br /&gt;I love when she comes and visits and sleeps over.&lt;br /&gt;She sits on my couch and I lay my head on her and she rubs my head, just like when I was a child.&lt;br /&gt;I love the way the she laughs and smiles. How when she laughs she covers her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;The way that she has a positive attitude for everything.&lt;br /&gt;The way that she can pick me up and make me smile over the phone.&lt;br /&gt;The way that she can talk endlessly to her friends on the phone, and even longer with me.&lt;br /&gt;The way that always tells me if I honestly look good in what I am wearing or not&lt;br /&gt;The way she looks at me as a mother.&lt;br /&gt;The way that cooks, and fills the house full of yummy food smell.&lt;br /&gt;The way that she can joke with me and we both know our limits.&lt;br /&gt;The way that she gets teary eyed about talking about when she was young.&lt;br /&gt;The way her eyes light up over the phone when I tell her I’m picking her up for coffee&lt;br /&gt;The way that she Is perfect in every way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I hope that these are even some of the reasons that make me a good mother to my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mom and I hope this Sunday is filled with love, laughter, hugs and kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Happy Mother’s day to all the mothers out there! &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/4533697482947358843-1798717306786063764?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/1798717306786063764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mommys-day.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/1798717306786063764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/1798717306786063764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-mommys-day.html' title='Happy Mommy&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-6685681065011663273</id><published>2010-04-23T11:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T11:18:28.116-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car'/><title type='text'>New Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Good Morning Ladies and Gentleman.  Yesterday was the first time I drove my car, fully licensed.  My new car, I should say.  My boyfriend got me a new vehicle.  Something a little more reliable for when me and our daughter go camping.  He got me a 2006 Ford Escape.  It is silver in color.  It is really pretty and runs real smooth.  It is higher then my little Dodge neon.  So I feel like a giant in it.  I really do enjoy the Escape.  I drove it yesterday to drop off my brother.  He just arrived from Fort Mac and stopped by my house.  I love the feeling of being needed.  So I drove my new baby girl to work today and I did park a little ways back so I don’t get little dents.  I am a bit paranoid.  So that is the deal with my new baby.  I am enjoying my new vehicle.  But don’t get my wrong; I do miss my other car.  We had some good times together.  All the work I put into her.  All the stuffed animals.  All the break downs.  Our Calgary trip from hell!!  Ahh, memories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures of the Escape after.  I can’t access facebook at work, so I will have to download pictures after.  Enjoy and have a great day.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Señoras de buenos días y Caballero. Ayer fue la primera vez yo manejé mi coche, completamente licenciado. Mi nuevo coche, yo debo decir. Mi novio me consiguió un nuevo vehículo. Algo un poco más seguro para cuando mí y nuestra hija va de camping. El me consiguió un 2006 Escape de Ford. Es plata en colores. Es realmente bonito y corre verdadero liso. Es más alto entonces mi neón pequeño de Regate. Entonces yo me siento como un gigante en ello. Disfruto realmente del Escape. Yo lo manejé dejó ayer a mi hermano. Acaba de llegar del Fuerte Mac y parado por mi casa. Adoro el sentimiento de ser necesitado. Entonces manejé a mi nueva nena para trabajar hoy y estacioné una maneras pequeñas atrás tan yo no consigo bollos pequeños. Soy un poco paranoico. Para que sea el trata con mi nuevo bebé. Disfruto de mi nuevo vehículo. Pero no consigue mi injusticia; pierdo mi otro coche. Tuvimos algunos tiempos buenos juntos. Todo el trabajo que puse en ella. Todo el llenó animales. Todo el roto. ¡Nuestro viaje de Calgary del infierno!! Ahh, las memorias.&lt;br /&gt;Voy a poner una foto mas tarde. Yo no puedo conseguir acceso a facebook en el trabajo, así que tendré que descargar imágenes después. Disfrute de y tenga un gran día.&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/4533697482947358843-6685681065011663273?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/6685681065011663273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/6685681065011663273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/6685681065011663273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-car.html' title='New Car'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-4705634790949453039</id><published>2010-04-19T09:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T21:16:36.323-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Car'/><title type='text'>Car!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hello and good morning. Not such a good morning for me. Let’s just start by saying I had a great birthday party and enjoyed myself. Hoping everyone that did attend enjoyed themselves too. Things are back to normal with my mother and me. As for my one brother and me….I just feel that things aren’t going to be normal for a while. Meh, what can you do right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on another note, yesterday I was coming home from a street hockey game. After getting hit in the arm/boob, I was in pain! So I headed home, dropped off my mom first and was pulling off Yellowhead going to Victoria trail and my car starts to decrease speed. Without me hitting the breaks or slowing the car down! I am freaking out thinking oh crap! What am I supposed to do!! So I pull over and my oil light goes on. I’m thinking, Weird. So I grab some oil, which was miraculously in my trunk, call my boyfriend all hysterical, because I don’t know where I put this magic oil!! So I call him crying my eyes out. He tells me what to do…then these two guys stop to help me! Thank you guys so much! (I personally think it was the whole danzel in distress thing and the skirt.) So they check my oil and it is fine. They start it up and it starts up fine!! I thank them, and I go on my merry way. Then when I am about 2 minutes away from home, it starts to do the same thing. I pull over, let the car sit for a bit and head on home with no other issues. I tell my boyfriend what happened and he is trying to see what it could be. So I get up this morning and sure as s*@&amp;amp; my car doesn’t even start! My boyfriend had to drop me off to work and has to pick me up after too. I am a very sad women today. I understand that stuff like this happens, and I make it seem it only happens to me and it is almost the end of the world! But it is so frustrating and now I am sad. Bonus, I may get a new car, sad because this was my first car ever. I am heartbroken that I have to possibly get rid of my smeckyL She is gorgeous. That is all for today. I will keep you posted on my sad and unfortunate life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S80cZWNBwpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/gPJNPKRmpHU/s1600/IMG_0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462053144852808338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S80cZWNBwpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/gPJNPKRmpHU/s320/IMG_0345.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Hola y buenos días. No una mañana tan buena para mí. Permíta quenos acabemos de comenzar diciendo tuve una gran fiesta de cumpleaños y disfruté de. Esperar todos que asistieron disfrutaron de a sí mismo también. Las cosas vuelven a la normalidad con mi madre y conmigo. En cuanto a mi un hermano y mí…. acabo de sentir que cosas no serán normales un rato. ¿Meh, qué puede hacer usted el derecho?&lt;br /&gt;Entonces en otra nota, ayer yo volvía a casa de un juego de hockey de calle. ¡Después de ser golpeado en la brazo/teta, yo estuve en el dolor! Entonces volví a casa, dejé a mi mamá primero y quitaba Yellowhead que va al rastro de Victoria y mis comienzos del carro para disminuir velocidad. ¡Sin mí golpeando las interrupciones o la ralentización el carro hacia abajo! ¡Flipo pensar ah mierda! ¡Lo que es yo supuesto hacer!! Entonces paro y mi luz del petróleo pasa. Pienso, Raro. ¡Entonces asgo algún petróleo, que fue milagrosamente en mi tronco, le llama a mi novio todo histérico, porque yo no sé donde puse este petróleo mágico!! Entonces llamo él llorando a lágrima viva. ¡El me dice lo que hacer…entonces estos dos tipos paran de ayudarme! ¡Gracias tipos tanto! (Pienso personalmente que fue el danzel entero en la cosa de pena y la falda). Entonces verifican mi petróleo y son fino. ¡Ellos lo empiezan y empiezan bien!! Yo los doy gracias, y yo paso mi manera alegra. Entonces cuando estoy acerca de 2 minutos lejos de casa, comienza a hacer la misma cosa. Paro, permití que el carro se siente para un poco y la cabeza en en casa con ningunos otros asuntos. Digo a mi novio lo que sucedió y trata de ver lo que podría ser. ¡Entonces yo me levanto esta mañana y seguro como s*@&amp;amp; mi carro hace ni comienza! Mi novio tuvo que dejar caerme de trabajar y tiene que mí recoger después de también. Soy una mujeres muy tristes hoy. ¡Comprendo que ese material como esto sucede, y yo lo hago parece sólo sucede a mí y es casi el fin del mundo! Pero tan frustra y ahora estoy triste. La prima, yo puedo conseguir un nuevo carro, triste porque esto fue mi primer carro jamás. Soy angustioso que tenga que deshacerse posiblemente de mi es magnífica. Eso es todo para hoy. Yo le mantendré anunció en mi vida triste y desgraciada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-4705634790949453039?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/4705634790949453039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/04/car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/4705634790949453039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/4705634790949453039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/04/car.html' title='Car!'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S80cZWNBwpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/gPJNPKRmpHU/s72-c/IMG_0345.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-4105527622445787941</id><published>2010-04-05T22:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:25:28.299-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrapbook'/><title type='text'>scrapbooking Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S7q3PNXU4sI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Baaqo_Y7_k8/s1600/100_4883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456875370426196674" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S7q3PNXU4sI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Baaqo_Y7_k8/s320/100_4883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday girl one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S7q3OUDXxxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/baypg0NynYY/s1600/100_4885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456875355041679122" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S7q3OUDXxxI/AAAAAAAAAEU/baypg0NynYY/s320/100_4885.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink birthday one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S7q3Nk0RQuI/AAAAAAAAAEM/Avzcw8IQliw/s1600/100_4885.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S7q3NPwoMcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jf9kMA6sw4w/s1600/100_4884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456875336709452226" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S7q3NPwoMcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jf9kMA6sw4w/s320/100_4884.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S7q3M7v7UAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oR8WyE5QYOk/s1600/100_4882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456875331337801730" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S7q3M7v7UAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/oR8WyE5QYOk/s320/100_4882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green birthday boy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I LOVE THIS TEMPLATE!!!! They are awesome.  I got a thank you template.  So I'll keep you posted.  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-4105527622445787941?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/4105527622445787941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/04/scrapbooking-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/4105527622445787941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/4105527622445787941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/04/scrapbooking-part-2.html' title='scrapbooking Part 2'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S7q3PNXU4sI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Baaqo_Y7_k8/s72-c/100_4883.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-8973289431076187768</id><published>2010-04-05T22:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:18:52.749-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scrapbook'/><title type='text'>Scrapbook</title><content type='html'>So, I got this new thing for scrapbooking and card making. It is called the Cuttlebug. It is really amazingly fun and just could not not use it. So i got it this weekend and now I have to post my pictures. I hope you enjoy the cards as much as I did making them. Super Super fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S7q1nrFY3pI/AAAAAAAAADs/CnSn-2lNIE8/s1600/100_4880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456873591697628818" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S7q1nrFY3pI/AAAAAAAAADs/CnSn-2lNIE8/s320/100_4880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other swirl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S7q1nCSSHCI/AAAAAAAAADk/fpNqfHJsFf0/s1600/100_4880.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S7q1mpn_E1I/AAAAAAAAADc/95QraZ7R-wA/s1600/100_4879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456873574125998930" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S7q1mpn_E1I/AAAAAAAAADc/95QraZ7R-wA/s320/100_4879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S7q1oFbvYmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/LXOS3VG3nv4/s1600/100_4881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456873598770700898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S7q1oFbvYmI/AAAAAAAAAD0/LXOS3VG3nv4/s320/100_4881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy birthday back ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S7q1lz832pI/AAAAAAAAADU/5QAVhCLwZPo/s1600/100_4878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456873559718091410" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S7q1lz832pI/AAAAAAAAADU/5QAVhCLwZPo/s320/100_4878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unisex birthday background&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Bueno, reciebe esta nueva machina para hacer scrapbook y hacer cartas. Se llama Cuttlebug. Mi encanta y no puedia no usarla. Lo recib este fin de semana y voy a postar las fotos de mi projectos. Espero que le gustan como a mi encantaron hacerlo. Gracias :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-8973289431076187768?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/8973289431076187768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/04/scrapbook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/8973289431076187768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/8973289431076187768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/04/scrapbook.html' title='Scrapbook'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S7q1nrFY3pI/AAAAAAAAADs/CnSn-2lNIE8/s72-c/100_4880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-1351145048099069879</id><published>2010-04-01T09:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T09:42:37.313-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Good Morning Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only 8 more days till my birthday.  Just wanted to start with that.  Last year I posted my new birthday shoes, but this year, I am thinking of posting my new shoes that I bought over a month ago, and am yet to wear. They are really pretty and I am excited to wear them.  if not I may just wear my new skirt that I bought after I lost about 20 pounds.  Ohhh, the excitement is unbareable!!!  And then on the weekend of April 10th, 2010 I am having my birthday party at my daddy’s house.  It is a themed birthday party.  The theme is Superheroes and villains.  Kind of fun huh?  I would tell you what I am going to be, but I want it to be a surprise.  But I will definetly have to post pictures.&lt;br /&gt;The long weekend is here too!  I am picking up my daughter from my daddy’s place today.  No big plans for the long weekend except my boyfriend has it off, so I am looking forward to having a nice family day long weekend!!  How nice huh?  It has been awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status on me and my mom:  I think she is still ticked off at me!  I called her yesterday and invited her over to my place for the long weekend and she said no right away with no thought about it.  She said she is sick still and would rather not.  I’m like ok, but you just told me the other day that you wanted to come over and YOU WERE STILL SICK!!  What the hell.  Why can’t I ever win with this mother of mine?  Why is she so stubborn and hateful!  She wants me to grow up and be mature, and this is my great example?  Come on!  Whatever! Right now my solution is to just sigh and walk away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, that is the status of me and her and my life in general.  Also our family friend Steven and his wife just had an April Fools baby today in the early AM.  Congrats you guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good Thursday and remember it is less then 8 hours before the 4 day long weekend!  Sweet!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Buenos días Todos.&lt;br /&gt;Hay sólo 8 más días hasta mis cumpleaños. Sólo quiso comenzar con eso. El año pasado yo anuncié mis nuevos zapatos de cumpleaños, pero este año, yo pienso en anunciar mis nuevos zapatos que compré sobre hace un mes, y es de llevar todavía. Son realmente lindos y soy emocionado a llevarlos. Si no acabo de llevar mi nueva falda que compré después de que perdiera acerca de 20 libras. ¡Ohhh, el entusiasmo es unbareable!!! Y entonces en el fin de semana de 10 de abril, 2010 tengo mi fiesta de cumpleaños en la casa de mi papá. Es una fiesta de cumpleaños de themed. El tema es Súper héroes y canallas. ¿La clase de la diversión qué? Yo le diría lo que seré, pero deseo que sea una sorpresa. Pero tendré definetly que anunciar imágenes. ¡El puente está aquí también! Recojo a mi hija del lugar de mi papá hoy. ¡Ningunos planes grandes por el puente menos mi novio lo tienen lejos, así que espero tener un puente familiar agradable de día!! ¿Cuán agradable qué? Ha sido un rato.&lt;br /&gt;El estatus en mí y en mi mamá: ¡Pienso que ella todavía es hecho tictac lejos en mí! Llamé su ayer y la invité a mi lugar por el puente y ella dijo que no en seguida con ningún pensamiento acerca de ello. Dijo que ella más bien no está enferma todavía y hace. ¡Estoy como visto bueno, pero acaba de me decir el otro día que usted quiso venir sobre y USTED FUE ENFERMO QUIETO!! Qué demonios. ¿Por qué no jamás puedo ganar yo con esta madre mía? ¡Por qué es ella tan terco y odioso! ¿Ella me desea que crezca y para ser maduro, y esto es mi gran ejemplo? ¡Venga en! ¡Lo que! En este momento mi solución es de suspirar justo y para irse.&lt;br /&gt;Entonces sí, eso es el estatus de mí y de ella y mi vida en general. También nuestro amigo familiar Steven y su mujer tuvieron justo un abril Engaña a bebé hoy en el SOY temprano. Felicitaciones usted tipos.&lt;br /&gt;¡Que un el jueves bueno y recuerde que es menos entonces 8 horas antes del fin de semana 4 día de largo! ¡Dulce!&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/4533697482947358843-1351145048099069879?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/1351145048099069879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/04/weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/1351145048099069879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/1351145048099069879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/04/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-3596782867826786563</id><published>2010-03-31T09:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T10:28:49.763-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><title type='text'>Communication is important</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do you ever feel that you are doing much more to keep a friendship going then the other person? Do you feel like you are on a one way road of communication? I just realized that I sound like an advertisement. I did not intend for that. I just feel sometimes that I try so hard to reach out to friends, and that is where it ends. Why do I have to try so hard and why aren’t they trying just as hard? Why do I feel like I’m doing all the work. Because you communicate for only a week and stop for a while until you are told, “Hey this feels like a one way street,” Then you decide to change for a while?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;WS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;SH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;There are two people in a relationship, marriage and FRIENDSHIP! If I have to make it work, why can’t you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;¿Jamás se siente usted que hace mucho en mantener más una amistad que va entonces la otra persona? ¿Se siente como si está en un camino de un solo sentido de comunicación? Acabo de se dio cuenta de que sueno quiero un anuncio. Yo no pensé para eso. Acabo de sentir a veces que trato de tan llegar a duramente a amigos, y ahí termina. ¿Por qué tengo yo que tratar tan duro y por qué no tratan ellos así como duramente? Por qué hace yo me siento como si hago todo el trabajo. ¿Porque comunica para sólo una semana y parada un rato hasta que sea dicho, "Oye esto se siente como una calle de sentido único," Entonces decide cambiar un rato?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;FLAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;H INFOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;IVO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;¡Hay dos personas en una relación, el casamiento y la AMISTAD! ¿Si tengo que hacerlo trabaja, por qué puede no usted?&lt;br /&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/4533697482947358843-3596782867826786563?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/3596782867826786563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/03/communication-is-important.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/3596782867826786563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/3596782867826786563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/03/communication-is-important.html' title='Communication is important'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-5817226489190456157</id><published>2010-03-30T09:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T10:02:26.317-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Selfish'/><title type='text'>Selfish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I have concluded yesterday that I am a bad person.  I am a daughter, a sister, a mother and a girlfriend.  Out of all of these, I am bad at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First let’s start with the daughter.  Yesterday, my mom was really short with me.  She was quick to answer with no time for me to respond.  She was just short and hurtful.  So, after I talked to her and told me what I did wrong.  (After ignoring me for a whole day!!)  Apparently, I am rude, and thoughtless.  I am also in her words ‘selfish’.  For your own mother to tell you that makes you a pretty bad person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Sister.  Well as you who know me, know I don’t like my brothers girlfriend.  You all know that I usually don’t like my brother’s girlfriends in the beginning, but then end up liking them.  This girl is nothing compared to the pretty, nice and quiet girls my brother usually dates.  Total opposite.  Totally his decision.  Not by business.  But when it comes to me and my child, I make that decision not to involve ourselves in their lives.  No matter how much he says my daughter means to him, I have to do what is best for my daughter.  So in those notes…I am a bad sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother.  As you know I have a now 13 year old beautiful daughter that I love to death.   She is smart, beautiful, shy, and beyond loving.  She is a great kid.  But I push her to be better then great.  Why?  I don’t know.  You always want the best for your children, you want them to be better and do things better then how you did them.  Don’t get me wrong, I am a strong, will filled, funny person.  I would love my daughter to turn out like me.  But I worry and think what if she doesn’t?  I never give her the benefit of the doubt.  This is not a good thing.  I push her so much, that I may not release that it is too much, until she is broken.   In those notes….bad mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Girlfriend.  I have a boyfriend which I love with all my heart.  He is great.  Understanding, funny, shy as well.  No one sees him as I do.  Every person that sees him says, he is so serious and you really have to beat him to smile.  But I don’t see that.  He smiles all the time when we are at home with our daughter.  He laughs and it great in every way.  He and my daughter are the reason I get up everyday.  He is beyond words and I wouldn’t change a thing about him.  He on the other hand would probably change a few things with me.  I need to be more relaxed and not so tense around my daughter.  I need to relax and be reminded that she is a kid.  Kids lie, steal, cheat and swear.  All kids do.  He did, you did, and I’m about 95% I did too.  The other 5% is denial.  Why am I so hard on her when she does it knowing I probably did worse when I was a kid?  Except for the fact that I never got caught.  (Maybe until now).   In other words...bad girlfriend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion, I have established yesterday night as I lay in bed in my quite house that I am a bad daughter, sister, mother and girlfriend.  I now think I have to reconsider a lot about my life and myself.  I just wanted to share all that with you.  Because today I feel it in my gutt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, just so you guys know yesterday was even sadder.  On the news, they said that Ricky Martin, yes the hottest Latin dancer EVER, official came out and said he was gay.  He was so beautiful and hot.  And now he is not only beautiful and hot, but gay.  That was just an FYI.  Thank you and good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He concluido ayer que soy una persona mala. Soy una hija, una hermana, una madre y una amiga. Fuera de todo éstos, yo soy malo en.&lt;br /&gt;Permítanos primero comenzar con la hija. Ayer, mi mamá fue realmente corta conmigo. Fue rápida contestar con ningún tiempo para mí responder. Fue justo corta y dañosa. Así, después de que hablara con ella y me dijera lo que agravié. ¡(Después de ignorarme por un día entero!)! Aparentemente, soy grosero, y desconsiderado. Soy también en sus palabras "egoístas". Para su propia madre para decirle que le hace una persona mala linda.&lt;br /&gt;Una Hermana. Bien como usted que me conoce, sé que yo no quiero mi amiga de hermanos. Saben que yo generalmente no quiero las amigas de mi hermano en el principio, pero entonces acabo por quererlos. Esta chica no es nada comparó a las chicas lindas, agradables y calladas mi hermano generalmente fechas. Totalice opuesto. Totalmente su decisión. No por negocio. Pero cuando viene a mí y a mi niño, yo tomo esa decisión de no implicarse en su vive. Por más que él dice mis medios de hija a él, yo tengo que hacer lo que es mejor para mi hija. Entonces en esas notas…soy una hermana mala.&lt;br /&gt;Una madre. Como sabe que tengo un ahora de 13 años de edad hermosa hija que adoro a la muerte. Es lista, hermosa, huye, y más allá de adorar. Es un gran niño. Pero yo la empujo para ser mejor entonces gran. ¿Por qué? Yo no sé. Usted siempre desea el mejor para sus niños, usted los desea que sean mejor y hagan cosas mejor entonces cómo usted los hizo. No me consiga agravio, soy un fuerte, la voluntad llenó, persona graciosa. Adoraría a mi hija para resultar como mí. ¿Pero preocupo y pienso qué si ella no hace? Yo nunca le doy el beneficio de la duda. Esto no es una cosa buena. Yo la empujo tanto, que yo no puedo soltar que es demasiado, hasta que sea rota. En esas notas…. madre mala.&lt;br /&gt;Una Amiga. Tengo a un novio que adoro con todo el corazón. Es gran. La comprensión, gracioso, huye también. Nadie lo ve como hago. Cada persona que ve él dice, es tan grave y usted tiene realmente que golpearlo sonreír. Pero yo no veo eso. Sonríe todo el tiempo cuando somos en casa con nuestra hija. El se ríe y gran en todos los aspectos. El y mi hija son la razón yo me levanto diario. Está más allá de palabras y yo no cambiaría una cosa acerca de él. El por otro lado probablemente cambiaría unas pocas cosas conmigo. Debo para no ser más relajado y tan tenso alrededor de mi hija. Debo relajarse y es recordado que es un niño. La mentira de niños, robo, estafa y jura. Todos los niños hacen. Hizo, hizo, y estoy acerca de 95% hice también. El otro 5% es negación. ¿Por qué soy yo tan duro en ella cuándo ella lo hace sabiendo que yo probablemente hice peor cuándo fui un niño? Menos el hecho que yo nunca fui agarrado. (Quizá hasta ahora). En otras palabras. amiga ..bad.&lt;br /&gt;Entonces en conclusión, yo he establecido ayer noche como coloco en la cama en mi bastante casa que soy una hija mala, la hermana, la madre y la amiga. Yo ahora pienso que tengo que volver a considerar mucho acerca de mi vida y acerca de yo mismo. Yo sólo quise compartir todo que con usted. Porque hoy yo me siento en mi gutt.&lt;br /&gt;También, justo tan usted tipos saben ayer fue aún más triste. En las noticias, ellos dijeron que Ricky Martin, sí la bailarina latina más caliente JAMAS, el funcionario salió y dijo que fue Gay. Fue tan hermoso y buenmos. Y ahora es no sólo hermoso y caliente, pero alegre. Eso fue justo un FYI. Gracias y día bueno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-5817226489190456157?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/5817226489190456157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/03/selfish.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/5817226489190456157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/5817226489190456157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/03/selfish.html' title='Selfish'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-1717936815814738283</id><published>2010-03-26T09:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T09:16:35.938-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAPPY'/><title type='text'>Oh happy day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;So today is looking to be an alright day.  Today is my uncle and aunt’s anniversary.  Yesterday night, my co – worker was a grandma to a baby girl.  And today one of the doctors is really happy!!! it isn’t too often, so I may have to take this a an advantage.  Also crappy note, my other front end co – worker is off next week for a WEEK!!! What am I going to do for a week!! Well, besides work, naturally.  I’ll have to find something to do with my time here.  I’m sure I’ll have odds and ends to do.  But work has been painfully quiet lately.  Honestly.  Yesterday I had one phone call in two hours.  And that was just to get our fax number!  Yawn!  Well, my daughter and I had a good day.  she is going to her grandpa’s house on Sunday.  I will be dropping her off.  So she will be with her grandpa and her Tio Arturo.  She is going to be there for about a week, because of spring break.  Lucky girl.  I wish I had a week off.  I guess that would classify as holidays in my work life.  Ops. &lt;br /&gt;So this weekend, I am thinking of making it a movie weekend again.  But this time I got my boyfriend to get me all the good movies.  Of course the old school movies too.  I think we are watching “IT” (which I should add that my daughter is absolutely 100% terrified of clowns)  and I am thinking “The Blind Side”  as well.  We are going to binge on junk food and gross food.  I say that now, but don’t really mean it J  I am probably going to make sure we have water instead of pop and maybe a really healthy dinner before hand.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have no tea at work either.  Which makes me kind of sad.  I don’t like coffee, so I really only have tea to get me through the day.  Maybe I’ll go to the dollar store and pick up some apple juice too because I forgot a drink as well.  Duh huh?  At least I took out meat today, well my daughter did.  But I did buy the garlic bread this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope your day is turning out as good as mine…So far.  It could be too good to be true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Entonces mira para ser un bien día. Hoy es mi tío y el aniversario de tía. Ayer en la noche, mi co – trabajador fue una abuelita a una nina. Y hoy uno de los médicos es realmente feliz!!! es no con demasiada frecuencia, así que puedo tener que tomar esta una una ventaja. ¡La nota también mala, mi otra parte delantera co – trabajador está apagado la semana próxima para una semana!!! ¡Lo que es yendo a hacer para una semana!! Bien, además de trabajo, naturalmente. Tendré que encontrar que algo hacer con mi tiempo aquí. Estoy seguro que tendré trozos para hacer. Pero el trabajo ha sido dolorosamente callado últimamente. Honestamente. Ayer tuve una llamada telefónica en dos horas. ¡Y eso fue de conseguir justo nuestro número de fax! ¡Bostezo! Bien, mi hija y yo tuvieron un día bueno. Yendo a la casa de su abuelito el domingo. Yo la dejaré caer lejos. Entonces estará con su abuelito y su Tio Arturo. Estará allí para acerca de una semana, a causa de interrupción de primavera. Chica afortunada. Deseo que tuviera una semana lejos. Adivino que eso clasificaría como feriados en mi vida del trabajo. Obes. Entonces este fin de semana, yo pienso en lo hacer un fin de semana de película otra vez. Pero esta vez yo conseguí a mi novio para conseguirme todas las películas buenas. Por supuesto las películas viejas de la escuela también. Pienso que nosotros LO miramos (que debo agregar que mi hija es absolutamente 100% aterrorizado de payasos) y pienso "El Lado Ciego" también. Yendo a la jarana en porquerías y alimento bruto. Digo eso ahora, pero no lo significo realmente yo probablemente me aseguraré tenemos agua en vez de taponazo y quizá una comida realmente sana antes de mano. Bien, yo no tengo té en el trabajo tampoco. Cuál me hace clase de triste. Yo no quiero café, así que yo realmente sólo tengo té para conseguirme por el día. Quizá iré a la tienda del dólar y recogeré algún jugo de manzana también porque yo me olvidé una bebida también. ¿Duh qué? Por lo menos yo quité carne hoy, bien mi hija hizo. Pero compré el pan de ajo esta mañana.&lt;br /&gt;Espere que su día resulte tan bueno como mío…hasta ahora. Podría ser demasiado bueno ser verdad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-1717936815814738283?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/1717936815814738283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-happy-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/1717936815814738283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/1717936815814738283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/03/oh-happy-day.html' title='Oh happy day...'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-5847876948186993326</id><published>2010-03-15T08:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:38:39.716-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad day'/><title type='text'>Sad day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;You know when you have one of those days?  Those days where everything anyone does is wrong, even if they breathe?  You know you are wrong and you can’t admit it.  Not only that but you take your frustration out on people that don’t deserve it?  I think I am having/ was having one of those days.  L  I yelled and yelled and argued with my daughter today.  We yelled some more.  We talked about why we yelled and ended it with a hug and a kiss.  It still doesn’t make it right.  I still feel like crap.  I still am sad and hurt inside.  Then I tell my spouse, but I sometimes feel like maybe I should let him know more about our fights?  But why?  Is it really going to solve anything?  Why do  I still feel bad? I feel like I have an empty piece in my heart.  I know pretty sad and weird huh?  I don’t know why I feel this way.  Maybe because I am human?  I don’t know.  I just wanted to let you bloggers know that I feel bad for my argument with my daughter this morning.  I have already told her this and she is aware.  But it still doesn’t make it right.  And I will probably still feel like crap until I come home and see her pop her head from the kitchen and hear her say “ Hi fez”  and have this huge smile on her face.  No matter what we argued about or what we fought about, she is always happy to see me when I come through that door.  And sometime I am in such a bad mood instead of saying “Hey kiddo” and giving her a well deserved hug, I say “Can you please come pick up your stuff off the floor.”  Why do I do that?  I do not know.  But I do know what I have to do to change it.  I need to let go of everything before I enter my house.  Take a deep breathe and remember that my child may not always be home when I come through that door.  I have to enjoy every moment I have with her now, because life really is too short.  I need to relax, smile and open myself up to only happiness.  Does that sound dumb?  But anyways, just wanted to express my feelings on this sad morning J  But I know it will change.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;¿Usted sabe cuando usted tiene uno de esos días? ¿Esos días donde todo cualquiera hace están equivocados, incluso si ellos respiren? Usted sabe que usted está equivocado y usted no lo puede admitir. ¿No sólo que pero usted quitan su frustración en personas que no merecen? Pienso que tengo/tenía uno de esos días. Grité y grité y discutí con mi hija hoy. Gritamos algunos más. Hablamos de por qué nosotros gritamos y lo terminamos con un abrazo y un beso. Todavía no lo hace derecho. Yo todavía me siento como mierda. Yo todavía estoy triste y herido adentro. ¿Entonces digo a mi esposo, pero yo me siento a veces como quizá debo permitir que él sepa más acerca de nuestros combates? ¿Pero por qué? ¿Resolverá realmente algo? ¿Por qué todavía me siento mal yo? Yo me siento como tiene un pedazo vacío en el corazón. ¿Sé lindo triste y raro qué? Yo no sé por qué yo me siento esta manera. ¿Quizá porque soy humano? Yo no sé. Yo sólo quise permitirle que bloggers saben que yo me siento mal para mi argumento con mi hija esta mañana. Yo ya la he dicho este y ella está enterada. Pero todavía no lo hace derecho. Y yo probablemente todavía me sentiré como mierda hasta que vuelva a casa y vea su taponazo la cabeza de la cocina y la oiga que dice "Hola fez" y tiene esta sonrisa inmensa en la cara. No importa lo que discutiéramos acerca de o acerca de lo que luchamos acerca de, ella es siempre feliz de verme cuando vengo por esa puerta. Y alguna vez yo estoy en un humor tan malo en vez de dicho "Oye niño" y le dando un abrazo bien merecido, yo digo "Lata que usted viene por favor recoge su material del piso". ¿Por qué hago yo eso? Yo no sé. Pero sé lo que tengo que hacer cambiarlo. Debo soltar todo antes que entre mi casa. Tome un profundo respira y recuerda que mi niño no siempre puede estar en casa cuando vengo por esa puerta. Tengo que disfrutar de cada momento que tengo con ella ahora, porque la vida es realmente demasiado corta. Debo relajarse, sonreír y abrirme hasta sólo felicidad. ¿Suena eso mudo? Pero de todos modos, sólo quiso expresar mis sentimientos en esta mañana triste Pero sé que cambiará.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-5847876948186993326?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/5847876948186993326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/03/sad-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/5847876948186993326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/5847876948186993326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/03/sad-day.html' title='Sad day'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-6656342124804869120</id><published>2010-03-11T20:27:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T20:30:22.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='build a bears'/><title type='text'>Fun</title><content type='html'>Just took some fun pics of me and my baby build a bears :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S5m1DqnsVsI/AAAAAAAAADM/1ENr0bURuIc/s1600-h/Image97.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447584298866333378" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S5m1DqnsVsI/AAAAAAAAADM/1ENr0bURuIc/s320/Image97.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S5m1DFoZEfI/AAAAAAAAADE/LGxnpDEuR3g/s1600-h/Image98.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447584288937153010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S5m1DFoZEfI/AAAAAAAAADE/LGxnpDEuR3g/s320/Image98.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S5m1Cn2IVWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xC1Wse0Bdo0/s1600-h/Image96.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447584280941712738" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S5m1Cn2IVWI/AAAAAAAAAC8/xC1Wse0Bdo0/s320/Image96.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-6656342124804869120?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/6656342124804869120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/03/fun.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/6656342124804869120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/6656342124804869120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/03/fun.html' title='Fun'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S5m1DqnsVsI/AAAAAAAAADM/1ENr0bURuIc/s72-c/Image97.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-277728347956724005</id><published>2010-03-11T20:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T20:11:27.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hair cute'/><title type='text'>Hair Cut</title><content type='html'>So, as you can see in my picture i have nice long hair, well now I still have nice hair. Just not as long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S5mwPMAnw4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ykdgdsreR2s/s1600-h/100_4771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447578999249683330" style="WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S5mwPMAnw4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ykdgdsreR2s/s320/100_4771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bangs cut :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S5mwOg0B37I/AAAAAAAAACs/OX8nlisPpsw/s1600-h/100_4770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447578987654143922" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S5mwOg0B37I/AAAAAAAAACs/OX8nlisPpsw/s320/100_4770.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Layered by the face and cut short in the back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S5mwOEnz8hI/AAAAAAAAACk/0isb2E-mtHA/s1600-h/100_4769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447578980086706706" style="WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S5mwOEnz8hI/AAAAAAAAACk/0isb2E-mtHA/s320/100_4769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See...it used to cover my boobies..but now it is sooo short..but I LOVE IT!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what is wierd is that I fell like it is already growing!! Isn't that insane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy the pics..Because I love my new hair cut!!!&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/4533697482947358843-277728347956724005?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/277728347956724005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/03/hair-cut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/277728347956724005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/277728347956724005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/03/hair-cut.html' title='Hair Cut'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S5mwPMAnw4I/AAAAAAAAAC0/ykdgdsreR2s/s72-c/100_4771.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-4263587921576987475</id><published>2010-03-05T14:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T14:34:40.049-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bad Day'/><title type='text'>What a morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So, this is my life. This is it. Nothing much happened today. Except I had a really really crappy morning. I bought some things from Ricki’s yesterday. I got this really cute yellow blouse for work and a dark navy blue sweater. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S5F4rV0P4cI/AAAAAAAAACM/XJDBZ1AT9cc/s1600-h/renderImage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445266110453637570" style="WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S5F4rV0P4cI/AAAAAAAAACM/XJDBZ1AT9cc/s320/renderImage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I got a red and and black metal necklace (Really cute) and a dark cooper bracelet with stones in it. So I get up this morning, get in an argument with my daughter. She rolls her eyes at me, like always. Mumbles things aloud, like always. And my favorite, huffs and puffs! So whatever! I get dressed and I am not at all happy with the blue sweater. Why? I actually feel really fat in it. It is cute, but I really can’t wear dark blue really well. So then I take it off and keep my yellow blouse with my jean skirt. I put on my red necklace and notice it is missing a GEM!!! Can my morning get any better? So I go to work, and sure enough, I take off my jacket and I feel so fat. I am starting not to like my yellow blouse, but loving it at the same time. So I am going to go to West Edmonton Mall today, and return the blue sweater I just bought yesterday, and exchange the necklace with on that is not missing the gem. Oh yes, I forgot to mention that I bought two new outfits for my little build a bear!! So adorable!! I will include the pictures of my purchase below. Hope you enjoyed my day as I did not!! Ha ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S5F4rwsjnlI/AAAAAAAAACc/0fU3uQ9KqME/s1600-h/115490L.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445266117669133906" style="WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 204px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S5F4rwsjnlI/AAAAAAAAACc/0fU3uQ9KqME/s320/115490L.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S5F4reo5biI/AAAAAAAAACU/7N6RhEUZBMc/s1600-h/115421L.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445266112821947938" style="WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S5F4reo5biI/AAAAAAAAACU/7N6RhEUZBMc/s320/115421L.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Así, esto es mi vida. Esto es lo. Sucedió poco hoy. Menos tuvo una mañana realmente realmente mala. Compré algunas cosas del ayer de Ricki. Conseguí esta blusa amarilla realmente mona para el trabajo y un suéter azul marino oscuro. Conseguí un collar rojo y y negro metálico (Realmente mono) y una pulsera oscura de tonelero con piedras en ello. Tan yo me levanto esta mañana, entro un argumento con mi hija. Ella pone los ojos en blanco en mí, como siempre. Dice entre dientes cosas en voz alta, como siempre. ¡Y mi favorito, los arranques de furia y sopla! ¡Tan cualquier! Soy vestido y soy nada en absoluto feliz con el suéter azul. ¿Por qué? Yo me siento realmente realmente gordo en ello. Es mono, pero yo realmente no puedo llevar azul oscuro realmente bien. Tan entonces yo lo saco y mantengo mi blusa amarilla con mis Jean ladea. ¡Pongo el collar rojo y advierto que pierde una GEMA!!! ¿Puede conseguir mi mañana cualquiera mejor? Tan voy a trabajar, y suficiente seguro, saco la chaqueta y yo me siento tan gordo. Comienzo a no querer mi blusa amarilla, pero lo adorando al mismo tiempo. Tan iré a Edmonton Paseo Occidental hoy, y regresaré el suéter azul que acabo de comprar ayer, y cambio el collar con en que no pierde la gema. ¡Ah sí, yo me olvidé de mencionar que compré dos nuevos equipos para mi construye poco un oso!! ¡Tan adorable!! Incluiré las imágenes de mi compra abajo. ¡Espere que usted disfrutara de mi día como hice no!! Ah ah ah. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-4263587921576987475?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/4263587921576987475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-morning.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/4263587921576987475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/4263587921576987475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-morning.html' title='What a morning'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S5F4rV0P4cI/AAAAAAAAACM/XJDBZ1AT9cc/s72-c/renderImage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-8662381170359456157</id><published>2010-03-02T14:46:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T18:40:15.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chile'/><title type='text'>Chile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Good Afternoon fellow bloggers. I am sad to say Chile is not doing as good as I had hoped. As you are aware Chile got hit with an earthquake hitting the Richter scale at 8.8 at in the early morning. I got the call from my uncle in Edmonton, trying to contact my mother, as well in Edmonton. I didn't know until he called, and I turned to channel 27 CNN and sure enough, there it was. My beautiful country in shambles. Rocks, house, dirt, sadness and tears. It was more heartbreaking to know that all my family is there and I can't do anything to help them. I tried calling for endless hours until finally I got a hold of my cousin on my dad's side around 1 pm. Everyone, immediate family, was safe. My brother got a hold of my mother’s side and everyone is fine there as well. The desperation to contact someone, anyone was tiring.&lt;br /&gt;I looked on facebook to follow up with family to make sure everyone we can contact via facebook was ok. My grandmother on my mothers side was visiting family in the south of Chile. Except now she can't go home because all the train services and buses are not running. You can not get out of Chile or in! My mother's aunt is homeless, because her house is in shambles. She lives with about 4 other people and now they are literally living in the streets, because they don't have anywhere else to go. People are sleeping in their backyards afraid of the aftershocks. And because other people are breaking into the homes! Where are people to do? They are now resorting to violence. Looting. Looting from their own people! What is society coming to? First Hiati, Portugual and now Chile. Is it true is 2012 going to be the end of the world, the end of us? I'm scared to know what will happen and when.&lt;br /&gt;Please be aware that the Red Cross is taking donation for helping Chile out. There are also other donation areas for helping out. Support from you is always appreciated no matter the denomination. Thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;A special prayer to family and friends in Chile. A special prayer to the families of the 795 people who did not survive this devastating disaster.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Buenas tardes bloggers prójimos. Soy aunque sea triste decirlo Chile no hace tan bueno como había esperado. Como usted está que Chile enterado fue golpeado con un sismo que golpea la escala Richter en 8,8 en la manana. Conseguí la llamada de mi tío en Edmonton, tratando de contactar mi madre, también en Edmonton. Yo no supe hasta que él llamara, y giré para acanalar 27 CNN y suficiente seguro, allí fue. Mi hermoso país en el desastre. Las piedras, la casa, la tierra, la tristeza y rompe. Fue más desgarrador saber que toda mi familia está allí y yo no puedo hacer nada ayudarlos. Traté el llamamiento por horas interminables hasta por último yo conseguí un asidero de mi primo en el lado de mi padre alrededor de 1 p.m. Todos, la familia más cerca, estuvo a salvo. Mi hermano consiguió un asidero del lado de mi madre y todos son finos allí también. La desesperación para contactar alguien, cualquiera se cansaba. Miré en el facebook para seguir con la familia para asegurarse todos que podemos contactar a través de facebook estuvo bien. Mi abuela en mi lado de madres visitaba la familia en el sur de Chile. Menos ahora ella no puede regresar a casa porque todos los servicio de trenes y los autobuses no corren. ¡Usted no puede salir de Chile ni en! La tía de mi madre es sin hogar, porque su casa está en el desastre. Ella vive con acerca de 4 otras personas y ahora ellos viven literalmente en las calles, porque ellos no tienen dondequiera ir más. Las personas duermen hasta tarde sus traspatios atemorizados de las réplicas. ¡Y porque otras personas rompen en los hogares! ¿Dónde están personas de hacer? Ellos ahora recurren a violencia. Saquear. ¡Saquear de sus propias personas! ¿A qué viene la sociedad? Primero Hiatos, Portugual y ahora Chile. ¿Es verdad es 2012 ir a es el fin del mundo, el fin de nosotros? Soy espantado de saber lo que sucederá y cuándo. Esté por favor enterado que la Cruz roja toma donativo para ayudar Chile fuera. Hay también otras áreas de donativo para ayudar. Apoye de usted siempre no es apreciado asunto la denominación. Gracias mucho. Una oración especial a la familia y amigos en Chile. Una oración especial a las familias de las 795 personas que no sobrevivieron este desastre devastador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-8662381170359456157?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/8662381170359456157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/03/chile.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/8662381170359456157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/8662381170359456157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/03/chile.html' title='Chile'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-7117493115292711950</id><published>2010-02-24T12:59:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T13:11:37.627-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haircut'/><title type='text'>Hair cut!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Hello, just me saying hello. I am excited. Today I have decided that I will get my hair cut. I want something that will go face shape. I am loosing weight, so my face isn't as round as it used to be. I want somthing that will still be long, but with layers in the front and side swept bangs. I think I found what I am looking for. here is a pic attatched as to what I am thinking. What is your opinion. I am not as brave as most people, so this is a big step for me :) So I am hoping it will look as good as it looks on this pic of someone who is NOT me :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S4WH5TcTXcI/AAAAAAAAACE/j6lWnZoGOEY/s1600-h/24433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441905143288389058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S4WH5TcTXcI/AAAAAAAAACE/j6lWnZoGOEY/s320/24433.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hola, me acaba de decir "hola". Estoy muy emocionado. Hoy he decidido que voy a tener mi corte de pelo. Yo quiero algo que vaya forma de la cara. Estoy perdiendo peso, así que mi cara no es tan redondo como lo que solía ser. Quiero somthing que todavía será largo, pero con capas en la parte frontal y lateral barrido flequillo. Creo que he encontrado lo que estoy buscando. Aquí está una foto attatched cuanto a lo que estoy pensando. ¿Cuál es su opinión. No soy tan valiente como la mayoría de la gente, así que este es un gran paso para mí:) Así que estoy esperando que se verá tan bien como se ve en esta foto de alguien que no soy yo:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-7117493115292711950?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/7117493115292711950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/02/hair-cut.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/7117493115292711950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/7117493115292711950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/02/hair-cut.html' title='Hair cut!!!'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S4WH5TcTXcI/AAAAAAAAACE/j6lWnZoGOEY/s72-c/24433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-1190436105371049234</id><published>2010-02-17T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T13:23:27.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family. BLAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I've got nothing to say except, why is family so difficult?  Honestly?  Why??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;No tengo nada para decir menos, porque es tan difficil la familia? Honestamente?  Porque?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-1190436105371049234?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/1190436105371049234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/02/family-blah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/1190436105371049234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/1190436105371049234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/02/family-blah.html' title='Family. BLAH!'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-2838910972181742020</id><published>2010-01-27T09:38:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T10:11:15.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Communication'/><title type='text'>Hello!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So, I just realized that I have another follower and I wanted to say "Hello!”  I was checking out your blog as well and saw that you are too a scrap booker!! So, hello even more excitedly.  I love scrapbooking and card making.  Right now, I am making initiations for my daughters 13th birthday.  I know.  13!!! She is getting BIG!  I am sad.  I gave her side swept bangs over the weekend, and now she looks too grown up!  I don't like it.  I want her to be my little angel again.  Why is it that kids have to grow?  Where is it in the Parent handbook!!!  Anyways, she is having a Spa Sleepover birthday.  So we are making facemasks and using that as an invitation.  I am also making a book for my mom from pictures that she has of my cousins in Chile.  I am hoping to finish this one by mother’s day.  I hope she will like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, just wanted to say hello fellow follower! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I am at work and super bored.  I just realized how fast and easy it is to lose communication with friends.  I have a couple of friends that I have known since high school and we still keep in touch.  But I have a girl friend that I have know for about 6 years, and we don't even talk anymore.  I called and called and leave messages and still get no response.  Last I heard was she had a baby boy, which I met once and never heard from her again.  Why is it I feel like I am the one always trying to communicate?  Do people honestly thing that friendship is a one way street?  And if they do, grow the **** up.  If you care, or say you do, about someone, make the same damn effort that the other person does!  I am really sick and tired of calling friends and leaving messages and they never call back.  I'm going to start with a new mentality.  It is the screw you, I’m don’t' want to be your friend anymore mentality!! If you don't like it, well too bad!  I don't like being treated as a friend to your continence!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my question to you is, am I wrong to give on people that I have tried to keep in contact with and they never communicate back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I did this puzzle with two kitties on it and guess what... I was missing a piece.  Go figure!  So I took a few pictures and took it apart.  Then I moved the couch a day later and sure enough, there was my missing piece!!! ARGHH!! Ha-ha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm working on a puzzle with puppies right now, and it is just as frustrating.  So I’ll keep you posted and put up some pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Así, acabo ,me dio cuenta de que tengo a otro seguidor y yo quise decir "Hola"! ¡Averiguaba su blog también y la sierra que usted es demasiado un reservador de pedacito!! Así, hola aún más con entusiasmo. Adoro scrapbooking y tarjeta que hacen. En este momento, yo hago iniciaciones para mis hijas los cumpleaños decimoterceros. Sé. ¡13!!! ¡Ella consigue GRANDE! Estoy triste. ¡Di su lado estallidos barridos el fin de semana, y ahora ella mira creció también! No me gusta. Deseo que ella sea mi ángel pequeño otra vez. ¿Por qué será que los niños tienen que crecer? ¡Dónde está en la guía de Padre!!! De todos modos, ella tiene un cumpleaños de Balneario Sleepover. Tan hacemos facemasks y utilizamos que como una invitación. Yo también hago un libro para mi mamá de imágenes que ella tiene de mis primos en Chile. Espero terminar éste por el día de madre. Espero que ella lo querrá. ¡Pero sí, sólo quiso decir hola seguidor prójimo! Bueno, así que estoy en el trabajo y súper aburrido. Acabo de se dio cuenta de a qué velocidad y fácil es de perder comunicación con amigos. Tengo a un par de amigos que he sabido desde que colegio secundario y nosotros todavía mantenemos en contacto. Pero tengo a una amiga que tengo sabe para acerca de 6 años, y nosotros hacemos ni hablamos ya. Llamé y llamé y dejo los mensajes y todavía no consigo respuesta. Ultimo oí fue ella tuvo a un nene, que encontré una vez y nunca oí de ella otra vez. ¿Por qué soy yo me siento como soy el un siempre tratando de comunicar? ¿Hace a personas honestamente cosa que amistad es una calle de sentido único? Y si ellos hacen, crezcan el **** arriba. ¡Si usted cuida, o dice que usted hace, acerca de alguien, hace el mismo esfuerzo maldito que la otra persona hace! Estoy realmente enfermo y se cansé de llamar a amigos y partida los mensajes y de ellos nunca vuelven a llamar. Comenzaré con una nueva mentalidad. ¡Es el tornillo usted, yo no soy' quiere ser su amigo ya mentalidad!! ¡Si usted no lo quiere, bien demasiado malo! ¡Yo no como ser tratado como un amigo a su continencia!!! ¿Tan mi pregunta a usted es, estoy yo equivocado dar en personas que he tratado de mantener en el contacto con y con ellos nunca comunican atrás? Ah e hice este enigma con dos gatitos en ello y en la adivinación lo que... Perdía un pedazo. ¡Vaya figura! Tan tomé unas pocas imágenes y lo desarmé. ¡Entonces moví la sofá un día posterior y suficiente seguro, había mi pedazo perdido!!! ¡ARGHH!! Ja ja. Bien, trabajo en un enigma con perritos en este momento, y soy así como frustrando. Tan yo le mantendré anunció y pone algunas imágenes. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-2838910972181742020?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/2838910972181742020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/2838910972181742020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/2838910972181742020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/01/hello.html' title='Hello!!'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-8363840312200858162</id><published>2010-01-13T13:47:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T13:53:58.516-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liar'/><title type='text'>Lies, Lies, Lies after Lies</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why do we lie?  Does it make you think you can fool people.  Don't you care that other people have feelings.  Why do you extend the truth when you know you are a flat out liar!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sorry, just wanted to let everyone know, that when you lie, you don't only make yourself look like an idiot, but also hurt people in the process.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I've got alot of anger built up right now, also have a bad bad tummy ache, which, I think I might die from, and a bad headache accompanied by nausea.   My conclusion:  Death.  Many don't believe so.  But yeah.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anyways, back to my topic....oh right.. LIARS!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't get people.  Anyways.  on an non-hating liars vibe ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have some fun ideas for my birthday party in April.  Any suggestions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;¿Por qué mentir? ¿Tiene usted piensa que puede engañar a la gente. ¿No te importa que otras personas tienen sentimientos. ¿Por qué ampliar la verdad cuando sabes que eres un mentiroso al máximo!Lo siento, sólo quería que todo el mundo sabe, que cuando usted se acuesta, no sólo hacerte quedar como un idiota, pero la gente también se hizo daño en el proceso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tengo mucha rabia acumulada en estos momentos, también tienen un mal dolor de estómago mal, que, creo que podría morir a causa de, y un fuerte dolor de cabeza acompañado de náuseas. Mi conclusión: la muerte. Muchos no creen así. Pero sí.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;En cualquier caso, volver a mi tema .... oh si.. Mentirosos!No entiendo la gente. De todos modos. en un no odiar a los mentirosos ambiente ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tengo algunas ideas divertidas para mi fiesta de cumpleaños en abril. ¿Alguna sugerencia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-8363840312200858162?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/8363840312200858162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/01/lies-lies-lies-after-lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/8363840312200858162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/8363840312200858162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/01/lies-lies-lies-after-lies.html' title='Lies, Lies, Lies after Lies'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-7774647655338375921</id><published>2010-01-10T09:45:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T10:01:07.769-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miss you Arturo'/><title type='text'>Arturo leaving :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So, I finished some more puzzles. This one took a while. Finished on New Years, it was hard, but I don't think I lost any pieces to this one. Thank goodness!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Termine alguna puzzles. Este lo termine !!! En el Ano nuevo, era dificil pero no perdi ningunas pethasos. Gracias a dios !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S0oE6nn7YqI/AAAAAAAAABA/TgEKlI9HONs/s1600-h/100_4147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425154106236560034" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S0oE6nn7YqI/AAAAAAAAABA/TgEKlI9HONs/s320/100_4147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Here is one that took me longer. Started on New Years, and just finished it a couple of days ago...But if you look closly....i am missing a piece. Well first I was missing three pieces!! So I asked my daughter if she can help me find them. So the first one she found. Then the second one she found two. Then the third one, I searched everywhere!! I even searched under the couch, where the last one was hiding. Then my daughter goes to double check and FINDS IT!!! I was like what is going on. So she is my puzzle hero again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aquí hay uno que me llevó más tiempo. Comenzó el Año Nuevo, y acaba de terminar un par de días ... Pero si usted mira closly .... me falta una pieza. Bueno primero que le faltaban tres piezas!! Así que le pedí a mi hija si me puede ayudar a encontrarlos. Así que el primero que encontró. Entonces el segundo se encontró con dos. Entonces la tercera, busqué por todas partes! Incluso buscaron en el sofá, donde la última fue la clandestinidad. Entonces, mi hija va a la revise y lo encuentra! Me gusta lo que está pasando. Así que ella es mi héroe rompecabezas de nuevo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So here is the before pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aqui es la foto antes ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S0oE7G99Q3I/AAAAAAAAABI/Vqn8u0SkNaM/s1600-h/100_4469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425154114650456946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S0oE7G99Q3I/AAAAAAAAABI/Vqn8u0SkNaM/s320/100_4469.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;And the after picture :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Y la foto despues :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S0oE7VjNLcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Ia-b_RdVpJw/s1600-h/100_4470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425154118564785602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S0oE7VjNLcI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Ia-b_RdVpJw/s320/100_4470.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yesterday Arturo came over to visit my mother and me. And the family too :) He came to say good bye. He is leaving for a few days. Maybe like 28!! He is going to go work out of town. I am super sad because you never know what will happen out there. He has left before to go to Chile, but this seems like it is forever. I don't like when my brothers leave :( It makes me sad. I wish him all the best and hopes he has a great experience. I took a picture of him before he left so my mommy can see it whenever she comes over. I miss you Arturo and love you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ayer Arturo vino a visitar a mi madre ya mí. Y la familia también:) Él vino a decir adiós. Él se va por unos días. Tal como 28!! Él va a ir a trabajar fuera de la ciudad. Estoy super triste, porque nunca se sabe qué va a pasar por ahí. Él ha dejado antes de ir a Chile, pero esto parece que es para siempre. No me gusta cuando mis hermanos se van: (Me pone triste. Le deseo todo lo mejor y espera que haya una gran experiencia. Tomé una foto de él antes de salir para que mi mamá se puede ver cada vez que se acerca. Te extraño y te amo Arturo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S0oE70m4nRI/AAAAAAAAABY/Q4dSPJ75E1k/s1600-h/100_4484.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425154126901714194" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S0oE70m4nRI/AAAAAAAAABY/Q4dSPJ75E1k/s320/100_4484.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Talk to you later!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nos Vemos!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-7774647655338375921?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/7774647655338375921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-i-finished-some-more-puzzles.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/7774647655338375921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/7774647655338375921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-i-finished-some-more-puzzles.html' title='Arturo leaving :('/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/S0oE6nn7YqI/AAAAAAAAABA/TgEKlI9HONs/s72-c/100_4147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-8605496753374743840</id><published>2010-01-08T14:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T14:35:05.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HAPPY'/><title type='text'>HAPPINESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;So, now this afternoon is the happiest day of my life! I told my mother about losing my necklace, and asked her if she has a minute just to look around and see if she finds it.  She said of course.  So 5 minutes after I hang up my boyfriend calls me back to tell me my mom found my necklace!  Where did she find it, right beside the couch!&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy that words can no express my gratitude for my mother for helping me out and saving me.  Mothers are truly wonderful people.   Thank you mom and I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Así pues, ahora esta tarde es el día más feliz de mi vida! Le dije a mi madre por la pérdida de mi collar, y le preguntó si ella tiene un minuto para mirar alrededor y ver si lo encuentra. Dijo que, por supuesto. Así que 5 minutos después de colgar mi novio me llama para decirme que mi mamá encontró mi collar! ¿Dónde se encuentra, justo al lado del sofá! Estoy tan feliz de que las palabras no pueden expresar mi gratitud a mi madre por haberme ayudado a salir y salvarme. Las madres son las personas verdaderamente maravilloso. ¡Gracias mamá y ¡Te quiero! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-8605496753374743840?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/8605496753374743840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/01/happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/8605496753374743840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/8605496753374743840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/01/happiness.html' title='HAPPINESS'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-9145104807443221189</id><published>2010-01-08T13:02:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:15:53.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SAD'/><title type='text'>Saddest day of my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Good afternoon. Today is officially the saddest day of my life. Today I was getting ready to go to work, after a brief argument with my daughter, and I came to relieze that I didn’t have my necklace on. So me and my daughter frantically but quietly, because my boyfriend and my mommy (who is visiting) are sleeping. We looked and looked high and low, and came up empty handed. So I went into the bedroom and looked. We looked in the basement. I came to work to search for it. I have just came to the saddest relizeation that I don’t have it. It is lost. I believe I lost it on the way to work. Now I am heart broken and truly deeply sad. My heart necklace is gone and my heart is broken. I am sad that if someone does find it, they will not return it. It is special to me because my boyfriend gave it to me almost 7 years ago. I don’t want a new one, because it is really sentimental. It is a gesture of his love. Now I am sad and might cry again. I will go home today and search again. I am sure I will end up crying most of the night. Look at me, I’m already teary eyed because of it. I am sad. Alright, enough sadness for the moment and I guess have a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Buenas tardes. Hoy es oficialmente el día más triste de mi vida. Hoy me estaba preparando para ir a trabajar, después de una breve discusión con mi hija, y yo llegame a relieze que yo no tenía mi collar. Así que yo y mi hija desesperadamente, pero en silencio, porque mi novio y mi mamá (quien está de visita) están durmiendo. Nos miró y miró de alta y baja, y llegó con las manos vacías. Así que fui a la piesa y mire. Buscamos en el sótano. Vine a trabajar a buscarlo. Acabo de vino a la más triste relizeation que no lo tienen. Se había perdido. Creo que perdió en el camino al trabajo. Ahora tengo el corazón roto y realmente muy triste. Mi collar de corazón se ha ido y mi corazón está roto. Estoy triste de que si alguien lo encuentra, no se devuelve. Es especial para mí porque mi novio me lo dio casi 7 años. Yo no quiero una nueva, porque es realmente sentimental. Es un gesto de su amor. Ahora estoy triste y podría llorar de nuevo. Me iré a casa hoy y de buscar de nuevo. Estoy seguro de que terminará llorando la mayor parte de la noche. Mírame a mí, ya estoy de ojos llorosos a causa de ella. Estoy triste. Muy bien, suficiente tristeza por el momento y espero que tienen un gran día.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-9145104807443221189?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/9145104807443221189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/01/saddest-day-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/9145104807443221189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/9145104807443221189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/01/saddest-day-of-my-life.html' title='Saddest day of my life'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-7007314382366920215</id><published>2010-01-05T11:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:56:43.197-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bla bla bla'/><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Good Morning Everyone!! I just wanted to apologize for the delay on my blog.  Meant to write during my holidays, but I'm not going to lie you.  I sat on my butt watching Criminal Minds and relaxing, and hardly cooking.  My life was good.  Until Monday, because I had to return to my regular routine.  I am now happy to say I am using my “Lactose Intolerance” and “Biggest Loser” cookbooks. JSo, this morning wasn't a good morning for me.  I had a rough morning with my daughter, which if you have children, you know it is hard.  It makes me sad, because all I can think about it the argument and how the outcome could have been different.  How we could have calmed down and thought about our words and actions.  I guess all I can do right now is just learn and think before I act.  Sometimes it makes me wonder, does everyone live the same life as me but just a wee different.  I wonder what people’s routines are and if I were a fly on their wall, would I be like...hey, that is what I do.  Because in reality, we probably have the same lifestyle as allot of people and don’t know it.  Just something that came into my head.  &lt;br /&gt;Question for you guys....well really opinion from you guys....&lt;br /&gt;If you had a friend and you were close to him/her, and you had a problem with them (attitude, behavior, or anything in general), if you confronted them, should they or would they be offended?  Example: If this person made me feel hurt and I confronted them about it, should that person take offence to that?  If they did is that right?  And how would you tell them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I personally believe if that you are friends, you guys should be able to discuss anything and if there is a problem with you guys it shouldn't affect your relationship.  That is what I think.  But sometimes I won't lie, I am iffy to talk to some of my friends, because they can be offended.  I know I might be if it is something I had no clue I was doing.  But I get defensive and lighten up.  This probably isn’t good either.  But yeah.  I just wanted to know.  That is all.  Thanks and have a great day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; ** Translation down due to laziness** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sorry :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-7007314382366920215?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/7007314382366920215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-morning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/7007314382366920215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/7007314382366920215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-6814334908836434608</id><published>2009-12-25T08:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T09:01:40.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas of 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Merry Christmas to everyone!!! I hope everyone is enjoying Christams with family and friends. Enjoy the family time together and smile as much as you can. I hope everyone got what they wanted from friends/family as well. I got from Ernesto and Jo Jo an areobic stepper for my Wii Fit :) and 2 1/2 men Season two, and a Brittney Fantasy perfume set and from Arturo and Kate and awesome set of make up brushes and a kick a$$ set of makeup and sweet awesome colors. From Santa I got a gift certificate from Ricki's. :) I got alot of stocking stuffers that were full of fun and gags. Thank you Ernesto for the pack of kleenex and I know Polly will make use of her toilet paper again this year :). It was an awesome night and will be opening gifts with my boyfriend and daughter in a bit. Got home today at 3 am so they are still sleeping. You know me, I can go to bed super late or super early and I will always be up by 8 am :) Not sure why, but have been able to since I was a little one. I can't wait to see Polly's face when she opens gifts from Santa and me and her dad. Just the best feeling in the world to see you little angle smile bigger then you think possible.&lt;br /&gt;PS: Tiffany, whatcha get ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and lots of love from my family to yours!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Claudia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-6814334908836434608?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/6814334908836434608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-to-everyone-i-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/6814334908836434608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/6814334908836434608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-to-everyone-i-hope.html' title='Merry Christmas of 2009'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-3221601962000519010</id><published>2009-12-21T09:00:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T09:44:47.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One more day till holidays.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah, Monday has arrived. Ususally I am saying, Oh great, Monday is here. But I know that I will be off for a while after tomarrow!! I start taking my holidays on Dec 23. First have to take my daughter to her doctors appointment (So, really back to work), and then just catching up on little things we need to make this holiday as wonderful as it can be. I am really excited for Christmas. I love the feeling of going to my dads house. Every time I walk through the front door it is just like it was when I left. It used to be more busy, but when I look in from outside, I see my grandma in the kitchen, my dad walking into the living room, Ernesto sitting on the couch and Arturo in the basement. I just love the smell of food when you walk in. The sound of everyone doing something, or trying to overtalk someone else. It was just like when I was a kid. I look at my house and wonder when it will become alive like that. I love my small family, do not get me wrong. I love the way my daughter peeks her head around the corner when I come home. I love yelling hello to my husband downstairs when I arrive. I love it all. I just hope that one day we move into a bigger house that will be able to be filled with more love and more laughter from more of our children. I love the warmth of Christmas. I love spending time with my family, it being for 1 hour to a whole day. If I didn't have to go home, I would probably stay for as long as I could. But then, I have to go back to reality. And then seeing my mom and spending the time with her with all of us together (which already is a rare occasion). I love to see my mom smile when she sees all of us together smiling and having fun. Okay, enough of this sad stuff. Yeah one more day till my holidays!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Sí, lunes ha llegado. Usualmente estoy diciendo, Oh, llego lunes. Pero yo sé que voy a estar en vaccaciones en un dia mas!!! En primer lugar tiene que llevar a mi hija a su cita de médicos (Así que, realmente volver a trabajar), y luego simplemente ponerse al día en pequeñas cosas que tenemos que hacer este día de fiesta tan maravillosa como puede ser. Estoy muy emocionado por Navidad. Me encanta la sensación de ir a la casa de mis papá. Cada vez que entro por la puerta es como lo que era cuando me fui. Solía ser más ocupado, pero cuando miro desde fuera, veo a mi abuela en la cocina, mi papá caminando a la sala, Ernesto sentado en el sofá y Arturo en el sótano. Me encanta el olor de la comida cuando se camina con las de sonido de todo el mundo haciendo algo, o tratando de hablar ensema de otra persona. Es como cuando yo era un niño. Miro a mi casa y me pregunto cuándo se convertirá en vivo así. Amo a mi familia pequeña, no me malinterpreten. Me encanta la forma en que mi hija se asoma la cabeza por la esquina cuando llego a casa. Me gusta gritar saludar a mi marido abajo cuando llegue. Me encanta todo. Sólo espero que algún día nos movemos en una casa más grande que pueda ser llenado con más amor y la risa de más de nuestros hijos. Me encanta el amor de la Navidad. Me encanta pasar tiempo con mi familia, que sea durante 1 hora a un día entero. Si yo no tuviera que ir a casa, probablemente se quedaría durante el tiempo que pude. Pero entonces, tengo que volver a la realidad. Y luego ver a mi mamá y pasar el tiempo con ella con todos nosotros juntos (que ya es una ocasión especial). Me encanta ver la sonrisa de mi mamá cuando vea todos juntos, sonrientes y divertirse. Bueno, basta de estas cosas tristes. Si un día más hasta que mis vacaciones!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-3221601962000519010?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/3221601962000519010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-more-day-till-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/3221601962000519010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/3221601962000519010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2009/12/one-more-day-till-holidays.html' title='One more day till holidays.'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-529565412990905596</id><published>2009-12-20T18:26:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T18:57:42.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday and almost Christmas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy7TledIeMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0mZ-Y5SL6bg/s1600-h/100_4135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417500042557159618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy7TledIeMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0mZ-Y5SL6bg/s320/100_4135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Well, today my boyfriend called and let me know that they announced on the radio that Brittany Murphy died this morning. I was really upset. I had tears in my eyes. Can you actual believe that. Cardiac arrest at the age of 32? I felt so sad. She had some great movies. Clueless, my ulimate favorite movie and Uptown Girls. Sad sad sad. Makes me think of life in general. It is so sad. At 32 years old. Can you imagine? I can't. Geez at 32 I hope to be running around with my two year old twins. But who knows what will happen. So my daughter got he H1N1 shot on Friday and then today breaks out in a fever :( So she has been in bed all day relaxing. And me, just finished up a puzzle, and to my sadness, yet again, I am missing one piece!!!! I wanted to disassemble it but I want to be able to finish it before bagging it up again.  See it is a pice puzzle right?  But you can see the piece missing!! I'm not putting it away till I find it.  It sucks to because it kinda matches the carpet in my basement and I don't see it!! Anyways.  that is all I got. I'm sad about Brittany Murphy and sad that I lost my puzzle piece.  My life feels sucky right now and I know, I know....It's no big deal.   Also, I WANT TO GO SHOPPING!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Bueno, hoy mi novio llamó y me dijo que en la radio dijeron que Brittany Murphy murió esta mañana. Yo estaba muy triste.  Yo tenía lágrimas en los ojos.  No los pedia crearlo.  Tuvo un attaque de corazon y tenia 32 anos. Me sentí muy triste. Había algunas grandes películas. Mi fueron Clueless y Uptown Girls.  Triste, triste, triste.  Me hace pensar en la vida en general. Es tan triste. A los 32 años de edad. ¿Te imaginas? No puedo. Geez a los 32 años espero estar por ahí con mis dos gemelos años de edad. Pero quién sabe lo que sucederá. Así que mi hija se le disparó H1N1 el viernes y después de hoy estalla en una fiebre: (Así que ella ha estado en cama todo el día acostada. Y yo, acaba de terminar un puzzle, y para mi tristeza, una vez más, me falta uno pieza!! quería ajardarlo, pero quise terminarlo primero.   Aqui esta la foto.  Pero usted puede ver la pieza que faltaba! Yo no soy de guardarlo hasta me parece.  Y tambien el color del puzzle es el mirmo color de alfombra en mi sótano y yo no lo veo! Anyways. Eso es todo lo que tengo. Estoy triste por Brittany Murphy y triste que he perdido mi pieza del puzzle. Mi vida se siente triste ahora y yo sé, lo sé .... No es gran cosa. Además, me quiero ir a comprar !!!!&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/4533697482947358843-529565412990905596?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/529565412990905596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunday-and-almost-christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/529565412990905596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/529565412990905596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2009/12/sunday-and-almost-christmas.html' title='Sunday and almost Christmas.'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy7TledIeMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0mZ-Y5SL6bg/s72-c/100_4135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-8201355135346278306</id><published>2009-12-19T13:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T13:15:16.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;How to comment on a post.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Click on &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Comment"&lt;/span&gt; at the end of the post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Then type in your comment.  After you are done that, under &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Comment As: Select Profile"&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Drop down to &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;"Anonymous"&lt;/span&gt; and click on&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; "Post Comment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;  Type in the "Word Vertification" and then click &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Post Comment".&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cómo hacer un comentario sobre un poste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Haga clic en &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Comment"&lt;/span&gt; al final de la entrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A continuación, escriba en su comentario.  Después de tener que, en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Comment As: Select Profile".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bajar a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Anonymous"&lt;/span&gt; y haga clic en &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Post Comment".&lt;/span&gt;   Tipo, haga clic en la &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Word Verification"&lt;/span&gt; y luego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; "Post Comment".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-8201355135346278306?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/8201355135346278306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-to-comment-on-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/8201355135346278306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/8201355135346278306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2009/12/how-to-comment-on-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-8230616680744031066</id><published>2009-12-19T12:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T13:04:35.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday and relationships.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Well, it is Saturday afternoon and I am sitting here eating toasted bread with tea.  Watching Judging Amy and my daughter is upstairs cleaning her room.  Even if it takes her 3 hours to do it, she is cleaning it.  Then we are cleaning bathrooms and the living room.  What an awesome time to clean house and relax.  Later on going to Cristina's place to watch chick flicks.  Life is good.  Got another Christmas card yesterday.  I love Christmas cards.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;So on another note.  I was asked to bring a topic up for discussion on my blog.  What are people's opinon on people in relationships staying friends with people that are single of the opposite sex?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Me, I have been in a relationship with my boyfriend for 7 years.  We know and love each other very much.  We understand each other on many levels.  I would raise questions if my spouse was hanging out with random women that he never did talk to before our 7 years...just as I would think he would ask questions if I started hanging out with guys that I just met. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;If I had a single friend that is a male or female, at this rate, I know my boyfriend would know about them and me as well.  My brother has alot of friends, both male and females.  He is in a relationship and his girlfriend knows that some of those friends are girls and that isn't going to stop him from hanging out with any of his friends, no matter thier gender.  That is my opinoin.... what is yours? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;- Claudia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Bueno, es sábado por la tarde y estoy sentado aquí comiendo pan tostado con té. Viendo un programa que se llama "Judging Amy" y mi hija está arriba, limpiendo su cuarto. Incluso si  toma 3 horas hacendlo, lo va limpiar. Despues vama  limpiar los baños y la sala de estar. ¡Qué impresionante tiempo de limpiar la casa y relajarse. Más tarde, va a colocar de Cristina para ver películas. La vida es buena. Recibi unas tarjeta de Navidad ayer. Me encanta tarjetas de Navidad.  Así que en otra nota, una amiga queria saber si pedia poner una discusion en mi blog.  ¿Cuáles son opinon de la gente sobre las personas en relaciones permanecer amigos con las personas que son solteros del sexo opuesto?  Yo, que he estado en una relación con mi novio durante 7 años. Conocemos y amamos mucho. Nos entendemos en muchos niveles. Me gustaría plantear preguntas si mi esposo estaba saliendo con mujeres al azar que nunca lo hizo antes de hablar con nuestros 7 años ... igual que yo creo que lo preguntas si empecé a salir con chicos que me acaba de conocer.  Si yo tuviera un solo amigo que es un hombre o mujer, a este ritmo, sé que mi novio se sabe acerca de ellos y yo también. Mi hermano tiene un montón de amigos, tanto hombres como mujeres. Él está en una relación y su novia sabe que algunos de esos amigos son niñas y que no va a impedir que salir con alguno de sus amigos, sin importar su género. Esa es mi opinoin .... lo que es tuyo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;- Claudia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-8230616680744031066?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/8230616680744031066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2009/12/saturday-and-relationships.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/8230616680744031066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/8230616680744031066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2009/12/saturday-and-relationships.html' title='Saturday and relationships.'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-5217937980477319267</id><published>2009-12-18T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:59:17.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This day is sure dragging!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;Well, here I am at work, just finished my lunch.  I don't know what we are doing today.  I know my daughter will be coming to my work after school.  The bus ride isn't that long....only about 1 hour and 15 min.  It is very suspensful for me though.  Whenever she is running behind I start to panick and think, "Is everything ok?".  Even though I know everything is fine, you really never know.  There are ALOT of wierdo's out there.  But yeah, maybe today we will play a game of some sort or watch a movie.  I'm in the game playing mode right now.  Maybe that will change when I get home.  We have alot of board games.  Maybe today should be laptop or computer games night so I can do a puzzle!!! Ha ha ha.  Not selfish at all huh?  I am going to see what the family thinks of that and see how far I can get away with that.  Also I have to work out for about 30 minutes and then work my butt off next week when I am on holidays.  That shouldn't be hard for me to do.  Maybe I'll be able to get in two workouts a day instead of just one!! That would be great.  Alright, now I am just boring people to death.  Have a good one and hopefully I will write something thoughtful this weekend.  Have a great warm and happy Friday afternoon, evening and night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;-Claudia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Bueno, aquí estoy en el trabajo, acaba de terminar mi almuerzo. No sé lo que estamos haciendo hoy. Sé que mi hija va a venir a mi trabajo después de la escuela. El viaje en autobús no es tan largo .... sólo 1 hora y 15 min. Es muy suspensful para mí, sin embargo. Cada vez esta atrasada mi preocupo y pienso, "está bien todo?". Aunque sé que todo está bien, uno nunca sabe. Hay una gran cantidad de locos en este mundo. Pero sí, tal vez hoy vamos a jugar a un juego  o ver una película. Estoy en el juego de modo ahora. Tal vez eso va a cambiar cuando llegue a casa. Tenemos un montón de juegos de mesa. Tal vez hoy debe ser un dia de jugar en los computadores  para que puedo hacer un puzzle! Ja ja ja. No es egoísta en absoluto ¿eh? Voy a ver lo que la familia piensa. También tengo que ser excersisio para 30 minutos y ser mas  la próxima semana cuando estoy de vacaciones. Eso no debería ser difícil para mí. Tal vez yo a pueder ser excersisio dos veses en el dial, una en la manana y una en la tarde.  Muy bien, ahora estoy aburrido y no estoy hablando de algo de importancia.  Espero que escribio mas durante el fin de semana. Que todos tienen un buen Viernes por  la tarde y noche.  Nos vemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-Claudia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-5217937980477319267?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/5217937980477319267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-day-is-sure-dragging.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/5217937980477319267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/5217937980477319267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-day-is-sure-dragging.html' title='This day is sure dragging!!!!'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-451738299820035453</id><published>2009-12-17T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T10:58:49.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is a friendship worth saving? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see your friends and spend time with them, you understand each and you get to know each other better.  But why do you need a reminder of who your real friends are?  Why do we friends need to be tested by other friends to know that we care?  Isn’t our friendship and the time we spend with you not good enough anymore?  I am wondering why we emphasis more on wondering who our true friends are instead of spending time with them.  I understand that there is really only so much you can do as a friend to others, but you cannot dwell on wondering who your real friends are.  You will know who your true friends are when you need them the most.  Those who are there for you with no questions asked are the ones that you want to keep as friends, and the ones that “ummm” and “ahhhh” and have every excuse in the books are the ones that you need to let go of.  Don’t get me wrong, it is easier said then done.  I have had a lot of friends in my pathetic 20 something years of life, and I have lost some as well.  I have those friends that I would do anything and everything for and I have those friends that I love having coffee and chatting with.  You choose your friends not your family.  And thank god I have the best family in the world.  You guys know who they are :)  I would love to know everyone's opinion on my discussion.  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vale la pena a salvar tu relation con tu amigos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuando  que usted veas y gasta tiemp con sus amigos, usted los entienden y los conocen mas y mas.  Pero porque piensen que tienes que estar recordando cual son tus mejores amigos?  Porque tenemos que probar nuesto relationes?  No es suficiente que gastamos timepo juntos?  Porque tenemos que emphesar cual son nuestros mejor amigos.  Yo entinedo que solament hay un limitada de cosas hacer como un amigo, pero no puede sigir pensando en tonteras.  Los amigos que estan alli para usted sin preguntas so los que tu queres por tu lado.  Los que tienen excusas a no alludar or estan lleno de “ummm” o “ahhh” son los que no nesistamos en la vida.  Yo entiendo que es mas facil a decir esto de que hacerlo.  Yo he tenido artas amistaded en mi 20 anos de mi vida, y he perdido arots tambien.  Yo tengo esos amigos que yo aria cualquera cosa para, y tengo esos que tomo cafe con.  Usted elijes tus amistades no tu familia.  Y gracias a dio que yo tengo la mejor familia en el mundo!! Ustes saben quen usted son!! :)  Mi encantara a saber sus opiniones en este discusion.  &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/4533697482947358843-451738299820035453?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/451738299820035453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2009/12/friendship.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/451738299820035453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/451738299820035453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2009/12/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-6970034583834747191</id><published>2009-12-16T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T11:42:29.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning Early bloggers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hello Everyone, well today is yet another day here in Edmonton.  The temperature is getting nicer and I think the snow may be melting soon.  But in all reality, we all know that here in Edmonton, the snow will not be melting until April.  YEAH MY BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am here at work, enjoying the company of my co - worker and eating some Lebanese cheesey thing.  If you know me, I will eat anything that consists of dough and cheese.  Even though it probably isn't the healthiest thing in the world, I'll try it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hey, question for everyone.  I know that school buses are on a schedule.  So why is it that when they are late, they don't do anything about it...but when your child is late, they just LEAVE!! Come on.  I can understand that the child should be there at the time it says on the schedule, but if you are early you wait for the time and then leave.  I get kids calling my house saying that my daughters bus is waiting.  I'm like ok, there is still 3 minutes till she has to be there, it is really a 5 second walk!  So how hard is it to wait.. and it is cold and slippery out there!! ARGGH!! That is it for this morning, because it is almost lunch time :)  Talk you later!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Saludos a todos, hoy en un dia mas aqui en Edmonton.  La temperatura esta mejor y yo pienso que la nieve va diriter pronto!!  Pero, en realidad vivimos en Edmonton, la nieve se va quedar hasta Abril...MI CUMPLEANO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Aqui estoy en el trabajo, contenta con la compania de mi companera de trabajo, comiendo una cosa con queso de Libano.  Si usted mi conocen, yo como cada cosa con queso y pan.  Sabiendo que no es la mejor cosa para mi salud, yo a probarlo.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pregunta para todos.  Yo se que los que los buses coren con horario.  Pero cuando ellos estan atrasado, no hacen nada, pero si los ninos estan atrasado, ellos se van!!! Yo entiendo que los ninos tienen que estar alli en tiempo, pero si el bus lleja temprano tiene que esperar.  Yo tengo ninos llamando mi casas diciendome que el bus esta aqui para mi hja, que estera!! Mi hija tiene come 3 minutos hasta se va el bus.  Y se demore 5 segundos a llegar al paradero.  Es tan dificil a esperar cuando llegan temprano que su horario?  Y tambien, esta frio y refaloso afuera. ARGGH!!  Eso es todo para la manana porque va ser liempo de almuerzo :) Nos vemos despues!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-6970034583834747191?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/6970034583834747191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-morning-early-bloggers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/6970034583834747191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/6970034583834747191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-morning-early-bloggers.html' title='Good morning Early bloggers'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4533697482947358843.post-5817903901780291154</id><published>2009-12-15T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:10:54.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Blog every from a newbie blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hello, well welcome to my crazy life.  What a way to start a blog.  I just up and said I'm starting a blog.  Not sure if it will be important, fun or even remotely entertaining for anyome ...  But it is my blog and its my crazy blog life I guess.  I am sitting here on my couch, not doing anything at all!! I wanted to go to Wal - Mart and do some stocking stuffer shopping, but my daughter is doing homework.  And in all reality, who wants to go shopping at Wal - Mart by themselves?  And we all know that no man wants to wonder around looking at stuff he doesn't really care about.  So, it is now 9 pm and I have nothing to do, so I am starting this blog.  I hope this entery has made you want to read more about me and my crazy life.  Enjoy and talk to you soon!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hola, y bienvenido a mi vida loca.  Que manera a empezar mi blog.  Yo estaba aqui centada y dije, voy a ser un blog.  No se si va ser importante, divertido or entretenimiento para cualquier persona .... pero es mi blog y mi vida loca.  Aqui estoy sentando en el sofa, haciendo nada.  Quice ir al Wal - Mart y comprar cosas para la navidad, pero mi hija esta haciendo tarea.  Y en realidad, quien quere ir al Wal - Mart sola cierto?  Y todo sabemos que los hombres no quieren ir vetrinando para nada.  Bueno, son las 9 de la noche, y no hay nada para ser.  Espero que le gustaron mi entrada y van a lear mas de mi vida loca.  Goce y nos vemos pronto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;- Claudia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4533697482947358843-5817903901780291154?l=itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/feeds/5817903901780291154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-blog-every-from-newbie-blogger.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/5817903901780291154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4533697482947358843/posts/default/5817903901780291154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmycrazyclaudialife.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-blog-every-from-newbie-blogger.html' title='First Blog every from a newbie blogger'/><author><name>Claudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03328616209317822632</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PPpkNzt6LoE/Sy01nTjKLmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-YUnkKRPIIE/S220/100_2561.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
