<?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-11927112</id><updated>2011-07-18T08:11:16.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Veronica Who?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>181</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-115384927002677824</id><published>2006-07-25T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T10:41:10.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last official post ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of saddens me.. =( I really loved this blog. But like Normies says, if you want stuff to be in the past well it really doesn't help if you have a blog where you can go back a re-read your drama..so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have officially moved. I have a new addy. I will be emailing all my buddies today and letting you know where I'm at. Please, if you do not get an email from me in the next few days go ahead and shoot me an email and I will be more than happy to give it to ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all on the other side!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-115384927002677824?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/115384927002677824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=115384927002677824' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/115384927002677824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/115384927002677824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-115092281959674153</id><published>2006-06-21T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T13:46:59.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh gosh ... yes I'm still here. I so need to keep up with this thing...otherwise why have a blog at all right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well one of my REALLY nosy co-workers ( yes you Nellie, I told you not to read this and look at you..I know you read my blog..now STOP!) She found my blog. Damn you Nellie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, more reason to encourage me to hurry up and open a new blog far far away from here. I dont have time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIme Time Time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just dont have it! Work is great but its soo, well work-ish like. No time to play. I cant update this blog from work like I used to at the old place, and when I get home I just dont remember about this old thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont read any blog either...I sneak in there once in a great moon but I never comment. I'm one of "those" ..you know? what are those pp called? lurkers...oh my gosh I'm a lurker!! Shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm here... still breathing. Kids are super. Luis starts Kinder on July 10th. I cry every time I remember. I dont want my baby exposed to this cruel cruel world. I want him to stay 5 and at home for ever.I stress over if kids will bully him, I stress about who will help him tie his shoe, I stress about if he will have friends,  I stress about if he will be able to find his way back from the restroom..oh gosh the list goes on and on. I think I wanna crya again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan is cute as can be. That boy is so big and chunck and healthy and just plain happy baby. He started on his walker already. Many might think its too early but that boy is just too active. He rolls around ont hat thing like no ones business. He also has this jumpy thing that you hang from your door way. Oh my gosh I so have to get it one vidoe... its the funniest thing in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats about it...nothing new or exciting. Just the same ol' boring life of Veronica =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-115092281959674153?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/115092281959674153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=115092281959674153' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/115092281959674153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/115092281959674153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/06/oh-gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-114809787543655009</id><published>2006-05-19T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T21:04:35.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow poke</title><content type='html'>Sorry guys, I haven't left just yet. I'm having technical difficulties..lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I'm such a blond when it comes to computers and stuff. Anyway I have all your emails ready to go i just need to add the link which I dont have yet. Please stand by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Meanwhile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Well not much has been going on here. Work is going very good.  Everyone there is just so nice. And man I dont think i will be loosing weight  soon. Ever since I started we've had 2 meeting, 3 birthdays and one farewell and every time it has been catered by food from the Casino's restaurant. Oh man super yummy food! And guess what? I haven't stopped a played any poker..I've been tempted but have just yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;The kids are doing really good. Luis turned 5 on the 10th! My big boy, they grow up so damn fast. Hes having a super bash on Saturday the 27th, which by the way is MY birthday. But once you have kids, people  tend to forget about you and focus on the kids ..eh who cares, I dont want it to be my birthday, I'm done with birthdays, I will have no more birthdays from now on. I will be forever 24. So there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;( Ivan is having a major fit! Its hard to concentrate on my typing.. ahhh )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Oh much better, Mr. Boss wanted to play with his teething ring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Ok where was I? oh yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;So Luis is 5 and starting Kinder in July. Dang where does the time go? Next thing I know he will be asking me for my car keys..eeek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Ivan is getting supa huge. Mr. Boss, as we call him here, is a hand full. He started on solids this month and he just looooves food. Peaches and carrots are his FAVORITE. He's such a happy baby, nothing like his first days. He still cries like a maniac but that's just him, he expects you to get him what he wants PRONTO or else! hehe  silly kid. He also sleeps through most of the night now. He sleeps from 9pm to 4-5am , eats, and goes back to sleep till 7-9am. I so can handle that. He has outgrown all his 3-6 month cloths... that how big he is. I will post some new pictures up once I find the USB cord for the camera. I cleaned my computer area and I cant remember where I put it...Don't you hate when you do that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;So anyone gone and seen the Davinci Code ( I now I murdered the spelling but you should be used to that by now right?) I so was going to go see it tonight but the kids' dad "AKA" Butters ruined my plans. Hes such a freaking JERK! anyway boooo  I'm so bombed. Tomorrow the kids and I will be going to go see Over the Hedge, I hope that plan doesn't fall thru then I will be REALLY mad since Luis is VERY excited to go see it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;What else? I had so much to post that I just cant remember now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;I guess I can cut off here and get going. I still have to get Luis ready for bed, story time, and Ivans bath and his last feeding ufff I better leave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Have a great weekend guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-114809787543655009?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114809787543655009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=114809787543655009' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114809787543655009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114809787543655009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/05/slow-poke.html' title='Slow poke'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-114773015723261443</id><published>2006-05-15T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T08:46:57.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm moving</title><content type='html'>( what an idiot.. Were did the rest of my post go? uyyy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving my blog somewhere else. Please leave me a comment with your email addy so I can give you the new link. I will explain at my "new" place my reasons. =) Also explains for my lack of post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you at the other side...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-114773015723261443?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114773015723261443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=114773015723261443' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114773015723261443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114773015723261443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-moving.html' title='I&apos;m moving'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-114680002729989547</id><published>2006-05-04T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T20:33:47.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/Ivan%20123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/Ivan%20123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if this picture came out right, It looks wierd on my computer, but anyway doesnt Ivan look HUGE!?!?! He's so darn big!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-114680002729989547?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114680002729989547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=114680002729989547' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114680002729989547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114680002729989547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dont-know-if-this-picture-came-out_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-114679936885353278</id><published>2006-05-04T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T20:23:48.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I gotta get back into my blogging again. I miss every one =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Things have been going really good on my end. Some time last week, I think it was Wednesday, I realized that i needed to look for a job. I love my kids with all my soul but I cant be at home. I was just not gifted in that department I guess. My energy levels were on the floor and with the fear of postpartum depression creeping in I decided to look for a job. And i got one! From day one that I posted my resume, on one of those employment websites, I was getting calls every day. I was actually turning away jobs. I got a job as a ( get this) Tribal Administrative Specialist. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;What the hell is that you ask? Hell, It beast me! hahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Its just fancy from Administration Supervisor. Oh and get a kick out of this, It all so happens that now I work for the Casino I love to visit. HA! Well not directly for the casino but for the Tribe. Its actually pretty cool, I have learned so much and today was my first day! I love it. Its a lot of work and a lot of responsibility but all of the people that work there are so nice and willing to help. Its a pretty big company so all the nice perks are included. Great benefits , a 401K plan that I so wanted, an in house travel agency, and so much much more. They are a little strict on some things but nothing major. I'm actually really excited and soooo happy that I can get out of the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;At home I was just not myself, I don't think I ever got out of my sweats and slippers . So depressing. I hated it, I'm one of those girls that always dresses nice ( well I try to anyway) , with heels, hair and makeup done. It was no not happening being at home. then I weighed myself and I about broke down, I NEEDED to get out of here lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;So yeah that whats been going on over at my end. I hope everyone is doing well and hope to go visit you guys soon! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-114679936885353278?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114679936885353278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=114679936885353278' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114679936885353278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114679936885353278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-gotta-get-back-into-my-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-114559076287545062</id><published>2006-04-20T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T20:39:22.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/Ivan%20113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/Ivan%20113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-114559076287545062?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114559076287545062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=114559076287545062' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114559076287545062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114559076287545062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-114558661075528416</id><published>2006-04-20T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:30:10.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When it rains it pours</title><content type='html'>My apologies! I hate going MIA like that but I have good reasons I promise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;After all that stressing and sleepless nights, I ended up loosing my job. Yeap... Didn't I say that was going to happen? It's happened to many girls who have left on their maternity leave and have come back to no job at all.  But I'm over it now, I have been given the opportunity to stay at home with my kids and I'm taking advantage of that. I don't plan to look for another job in a while. I'm gonna wait until Luis starts school and Ivan gets a little older. I also plan on going back to my wedding business and work on that full time. I made more money doing that that working a 40 hour week anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Then Luis got super sick. Then guess who got sick after him? Yep me! I got the worst ear infections imaginable. I about asked the doctor to surgically remove my ears, The pain was unbearable. I still have pain in one of them, but getting better as the days go by. Luis is all well and better now. Ivan didn't catch anything, he's as healthy as can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;Then if all that was not enough, my laptop broke AWWWWW what can be worse then being  stuck at home with no computer! I took it back to the store where I bough it since I had the warranty on it still but it was completly ruined.  Mr.Luis spilled something on it and it damaged it pretty bad. So I got my a desktop instead. I hated my laptop anyway so this one is 10X better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;and that my friends has been happening the last 3 weeks. The kiddos are doing good. Ivan i so big and chunky now ..hes so darn CUTE. What a mama to say right? He's gotten a lot better. He doesn't fuss much anymore, hes usually a big ball of laughter most of the day. He loves when people talk to him specially when Luis does. I have lost of pictures to share, I'm loading them as we speak. I will post some after this post, I just wanted to say hello to everyone, I miss my blogging friends =( I hope to get back on track soon. Until then bye bye for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-114558661075528416?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114558661075528416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=114558661075528416' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114558661075528416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114558661075528416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='When it rains it pours'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-114369301280133707</id><published>2006-03-29T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T20:30:12.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This training stuff is very time consuming. Since I don't have my own computer I cant be online as much as I used to in my old office. Which means no blog time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training is going good, I pretty much know how to do payroll now =) Its not that hard once you get the codes memorized. Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of changes are happening within the company. Today they fired a couple of people and re-positions some managers and the tension is sooo high around there its impossible to concentrate sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, enough about that, I thankfully I still have a job and that's all that matters right now.( well to me that it is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan is teething! Is that possible for a two month old to teeth already? Poor kiddy is not happy. My mom comes back from vacation this weekend so that means NO MORE BABYSITTERS! Don't get me wrong that lady was a total angel and loves my kids to death, but the running around in the mornings is so not fun... I miss my mommy! hahaha I miss her cooking too. She is not allowed to take another vacation in the next 10 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok just wanted to stop by and update a little. Until the next time. *hugs*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-114369301280133707?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114369301280133707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=114369301280133707' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114369301280133707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114369301280133707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-training-stuff-is-very-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-114322474310233171</id><published>2006-03-24T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T10:25:43.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, after crying, panicking and finally calming down and talking with the big boss I realized what a great opportunity I'm being offered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Accounting inside out and if that's what I really want to do, even thought it would break my heart, I would just leave this company and find another job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why not try this out and gain more experience and learn new things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started working in the new office yesterday. Right know I'm just learning but I know I will catch on quick. Its a lot of work and I'm being asked over and over again the reason I'm there. ( I'm not allowed to tell them, a lot of people are gonna lose their jobs in the next weeks) people here get a little freaked out when they see someone from Corporate come in for the day so no one believes me I'm here just to " cross-train"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a lot better, thank you all for all the kind words! I truly felt a lot better about this. I really hate change but I think I want to change that! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been given the opportunity to become a Service Manager which is what every one here want to become. So I'm excited now, I have the support of my boss and the owner of the company who personally is encouraging me 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for at home, getting up THAT early is not required, It only takes me 15-20 minutes to get to my new office so that means I get more time to run out of the house =) Ivan is a total angel with the sitter LOL I'm telling you, he so hates me LOL. No, he just knows that mommy holds him whenever he wants .. And I do, that's what babies are for, for holding and comfort them when they cry right? Luis wants to live with the sitter LOL he never wants to come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I think I should get back to training, toddles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-114322474310233171?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114322474310233171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=114322474310233171' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114322474310233171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114322474310233171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-after-crying-panicking-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-114305209606334724</id><published>2006-03-22T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T10:28:16.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I have mentioned a couple of times on how much I love my Job. The work and the people I work with. I really DO! I've been working for this company for 4 years now. I would'nt change it for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today I have been offered an opportunity to relocate and a change of position. The company has come into a finance heap that its forcing the owner to re-interview managers, and letting go a lot of staff member. Instead of getting rid of me they offered a position in an outside office closer to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm devastated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stressing so much right now, you have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the idea of not working in my office anymore and the fact I wont be working with the people I just love. And my position is just perfect for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a choice really. Its either that or not work for this company anymore. So many thoughts are going through my head you have no idea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The position is office manager/ administrator. I would be working mostly front desk, phones, client fulfillment, managing techs and doing payroll with an opportunity to grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate change I really really do. I don't know what I really want to do, I'm considering maybe looking into another job, I don't know. I''m so confused right now. I wanna crawl back into bed and re start this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My manager who is such a sweat heart hates the idea, but has no choice really. He assured me that once the company gets back on its feet again I would be able to come back if I don't like that position, but I so doubt it, I have a feeling it wont happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to look at the bright side, but I cant focus right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-114305209606334724?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114305209606334724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=114305209606334724' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114305209606334724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114305209606334724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-think-i-have-mentioned-couple-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-114288533801686475</id><published>2006-03-20T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T12:17:29.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Morning</title><content type='html'>5:45AM My alarm clock goes off (AKA Ivan)&lt;br /&gt;I get up, change him, make his bottle, turn on the hot roller machine, and I feed him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:00AM I wake up Luis, give him his clothes to change. I start to get ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:01AM Ivan is screaming, I check him and I hold him, I try to get ready with him in my&lt;br /&gt;arms. It doesn’t work so I put him back down. He begins to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:15AM I check on Luis he is still asleep, I wake him up and tell him to change / Ivan is&lt;br /&gt;still crying, I’m still not ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:30AM I finish my hair and makeup. I check on Luis again, he’s half way done changing; I&lt;br /&gt;pick up crying baby I go in closet to find my clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:35am I put Ivan down I try to change, he begins to cry again.&lt;br /&gt;6:40AM I go check on Luis he’s all dressed and ready to go, he falls asleep in my bed, I’m&lt;br /&gt;still need my shoes / Baby continues to crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:45AM I wake up Luis again, I put Ivan in car seat, I gather diaper bag, washed bottles,&lt;br /&gt;blankets and Luis’s jacket;I put on my shoes, my jacket and go warm up car / Baby continues to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:50AM I’m 5 minutes behind; I load Luis and other items in car;I run back and get Ivan and load him as well.I run back in the house make sure I got every thing; make sure all doors are&lt;br /&gt;locked. Baby still crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00AM I drive off the drive way to Babysitter. Ivan stops crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only day #1. I dont know if I could do this tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-114288533801686475?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114288533801686475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=114288533801686475' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114288533801686475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114288533801686475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-morning.html' title='This Morning'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-114263647236603642</id><published>2006-03-17T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T15:01:12.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy St. Patrick's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' much planed for the weekend. I think its gonna rain so not much I can really do. Just stay home with the kiddos as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone enjoy thier weekend, be safe! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( gosh I'm boring lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-114263647236603642?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114263647236603642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=114263647236603642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114263647236603642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114263647236603642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-st.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-114255374341605823</id><published>2006-03-16T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T16:02:23.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got up in a great mood this morning ...Its so weird!&lt;br /&gt;It as like I had 100 cups of coffee, I was literally jumping off the walls. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to post lately. Work is good, kids are good, I'm doing good.&lt;br /&gt;This diet thing is going really well, I'm noticing my cloths fitting A LOT looser. I'm gonna start going to the gym next week, so I know its only gonna get way better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway , I just wanted to update really quick. I hope everyone had a great week =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-114255374341605823?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114255374341605823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=114255374341605823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114255374341605823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114255374341605823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-got-up-in-great-mood-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-114237869317940837</id><published>2006-03-14T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:24:53.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you know?</title><content type='html'>.... That none of my Family members or Friends ( except my online ones of course) know about the existance of this blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like my own little secret. When I initially started blogging, I wanted it to be a place where I can come to vent, rant, cry and scream all I wanted since I rarely do it physically. I've always kept stuff to myself, even as a child. So I wanted this blog to my escape, but never really use it for that purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrugs shoulders* I dunno. I always tend to type out an entry and right before I post it, I delete it. I think to myself " who would want to read this?" and just don't post it. I'm I weird or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway don't know what my point was, I forgot. Ok moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I figured out the problem why Ivan cries so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is me. Yep, ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom takes care of the kiddos while I work. Not once has Ivan thrown a fit or cries hysterically to be held like he does with me. Ivan sleeps all day and is fine with entertaining himself for an hour of two without making a sound. But the minute I walk in the door and he hears my voice, he cries like someone is stabbing the life out of him. People think that's comical, I think is bull!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bought that child EVER piece of entertaining equipment I can get my hands on to keep this baby happy. Swings, bouncy chairs, rockers, play mats, rattles, mobiles, sound machines, even a chair that vibrates and NOTHING keeps him happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom laughs at me when I tell her what a shitty night I had with him. She reminds me how good of a baby he is when I'm at work. Did I tell you that my mom hates me? No? Well she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-114237869317940837?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114237869317940837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=114237869317940837' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114237869317940837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114237869317940837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/03/did-you-know.html' title='Did you know?'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-114227710141790719</id><published>2006-03-13T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T14:16:02.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just typed a big ol' entry and this stupid thing deleted it! The nerve! I'll retype it later, it just took my all morning to do it I'm not about to spend about 2 hours on it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, How was the weekend? Good, yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine was good. Saturday I had the night ALL to myself. The kid's Dad offered ( OMG he offered! ) to take care of the kiddos and have the night ALL to myself. I think I almost had a heart attack! What a girl to do on a Saturday night by her self? Well many of you might know that I'm an avid gambler...Oops I been poker player and I did just that. I headed out to the casino and played some poker! Oh how I missed it. I came home at 4am Sunday morning, $500 richer and with a couple beers in my system I slept like a baby. I actually slept in! I haven't slept more than 5 hours straight since BEFORE Ivan was born, it sure felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I went to church and Mom and I went shopping. My mom and dad are leaving on vacation to Mexico for two weeks , oh the life! She needed a couple of stuff and since for some strange reason she wont go shopping on her own, she asked me to go with her. It was cold and raining like no ones business but still got everything she needed. And since I had a little extra $$ on my pocket I went and got me &lt;a href="http://www.parlux.com/guess.htm"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; . I personally am a Guess* shopper, I really like their purses and just got a guess &lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y126/LaVero/watch001.jpg"&gt;watch&lt;/a&gt; not too long ago and this fragrance I loved! The only down side of this perfume is that it wears off pretty quickly so that kind of sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that was my weekend, have a good day everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/Baby%20Ivan%20194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/Baby%20Ivan%20170.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Hey mom, comb my hair before taking pictures next time! ( MJ, the outfit look familiar? lol)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/Baby%20Ivan%20222.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;No more pictures please.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-114227710141790719?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114227710141790719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=114227710141790719' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114227710141790719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114227710141790719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-just-typed-big-ol-entry-and-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-114201460834209252</id><published>2006-03-10T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T10:16:48.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/Baby%20Ivan%20132.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/Baby%20Ivan%20132.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/Baby%20Ivan%20116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/Baby%20Ivan%20116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so gald its friday. Not like I will be able to sleep in tomorrow. Mr. Grumps wakes up at 6am on the dot and wont take a nap untill past 10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one have a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-114201460834209252?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114201460834209252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=114201460834209252' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114201460834209252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114201460834209252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-so-gald-its-friday.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-114193778836563001</id><published>2006-03-09T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T12:56:28.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random stuff</title><content type='html'>Work is going very well. Everything seems in order and nothing like I expected. I was expecting piles of filing or money missing but nope, everything is in order and just how I left it. I guess I trained my girl good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my first day back, my replacement ( gosh that sounds kind of mean) came to work as well. We went over some stuff that happened while I was gone and updated me on where she left off. I resumed my position and began to do my routine. She made a few comments throughout out the day about how she really liked my work and that I should feel luck to have found a job like so. She also mention she loved the company I work for and my coworkers and how well she got along with them. Super! I said. I'm glad she enjoyed her stay. Toward the end of the day she really showed her disappointment of me being back and she made a comment along the lines of being " used and abused".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sense some bitterness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the big deal? she knew I was coming back. The only reason it bugs me is because we were really good friend before. She is one of the executives wife who I got along with very well. ( working with her was a pain in butt but we get along better as just friends) Oh well to each there own. She wants my job, she can't have it. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had quite an adventure yesterday. As I was leaving work I noticed I got a flat tire, again. ( how many times have I had car trouble in the past 6 months? geeez!) And had no spare. See the thing is my mom used my car while I was on maternity leave and got a flat and since the spare is a full size tire she didn't hurry to fix the flat. And here we are 2 weeks later me stuck 50 miles away from home with a flat tire and a flat spare, alone. Oh I was one unhappy cookie yesterday. After getting my dad out here, finding a tire place that open past 6pm. And getting it mounted I didn't get home until past 8 last night. I was frustrated, hungry and to think I had a newborn to take care of when I got home. Considering what bad luck I have with my cars, I should of been a member of AAA al long time ago. I think I would take advantage of it more than anyone I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I'm done with my ramblings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-114193778836563001?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114193778836563001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=114193778836563001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114193778836563001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114193778836563001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/03/random-stuff.html' title='random stuff'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-114185540846227022</id><published>2006-03-08T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T14:03:28.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>While being at home sitting in a rocking chair with Ivan in arms every night from 8pm to 4am, I watched quite a few informercials selling everything from  Pilates videos  to a Juice extractor marketed by old people. I came across ALOT of stuff I wanted and I gave in to two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After trying on my pre-pregnancy pants a couple of weeks after the baby arrived I was truly depressed. Knowing how bad I eat I just knew I wouldn't have a thing to wear back to work and there was no way in hell I was gonna go shopping for anymore fat cloths. I wanted to get rid of the one's I already had. So one night I watch an informercial for "The 6 week Body Makeover" diet/nutrition plan. I said what the heck, looks like it works since it marketed to make you lose 30lb in 6 weeks or your money back. It also guaranteed to be fool proof. So I said ok fine, lets see what this thing does. Well I got it and started on it a week ago. It sure works, I lost 7lb the first week and I fit in my pre-preg cloths just in time for my return to work. I don't sound too excited huh? Thing is the stuff you eat is umm well not to my liking. I'm Mexican as you all know, our food is full of flavor and well on this diet salt is prohibited. NO SALT! This is just plain torture for me, I can live with out sugar or oil/fat, but salt/sodium? Even diet soda has sodium!! I cant live without my soda! grrrr&lt;br /&gt;Its hard, VERY HARD! But I'm still on it. I'm determine to fit into my hoochie clothes again LOL not that I'm a hoochie or anything but I have some skirts and tops I used to wear that damn, you wouldn't know the difference ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also bought " Sheer cover" which is makeup. If you knew how much makeup I own you would know that I have no need to purchase again MORE makeup. I have 3 makeup boxes FULL of makeup. Anyway, I bought this since in the commercial if raves how WONDERFULLY this covers all your flaws and such. I as a teen had acne, not too bad but it did leave quite number on my skin. I have a lot of scaring and I'm always looking for makeup that covers it best and I also have very oily skin. So oily it looks like I rubbed Vaseline on my forehead if I don't retouch my makeup during the day LOL. So I tried this and you know what?.. It really works. And if you touch my face, you cant even tell I have makeup on, it very very lightweight. I think I will stick with this until I cant afford it anymore because is a little expensive if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For being my first time buying anything off a informercial I think I did good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, for more baby pictures .... ( just untill I can log into my my flickr account)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/Baby%20Ivan%20075.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/Baby%20Ivan%20101.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/Baby%20Ivan%20076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a new camera dont know why ^^ pictures come out like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-114185540846227022?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114185540846227022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=114185540846227022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114185540846227022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114185540846227022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/03/while-being-at-home-sitting-in-rocking.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-114175236857492675</id><published>2006-03-07T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T09:26:08.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving Behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/Baby%20Ivan%20113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good Morning Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/Baby%20Ivan%20110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/Baby%20Ivan%20110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Whatcha doin' with that camera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/Baby%20Ivan%20111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/Baby%20Ivan%20111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh I see, you want a smile. Ok just one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/Baby%20Ivan%20112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/Baby%20Ivan%20112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now Feed me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/Baby%20Ivan%20114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/Baby%20Ivan%20114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No really mom, stop messing around&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/Baby%20Ivan%20115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/Baby%20Ivan%20115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I said stop!&lt;br /&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/11927112-114175236857492675?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114175236857492675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=114175236857492675' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114175236857492675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114175236857492675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/03/leaving-behind.html' title='Leaving Behind'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-114167157404120313</id><published>2006-03-06T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T10:59:34.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry about that..Didn't mean to stop posting like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Ivan has Reflux. Its some type of Colic. That's why he cries so much. Damn it! Poor kid is in pain every time he eats. Babies shouldn't have pain. It's not fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But after giving him Anti-gas and Anti-acids he's happy as can be. But still loves to be held. He hates his swing, he hates his bouncer, he hates anything other that arms. Doesn't matter who it is as long as he's being held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's started to smile and goo at you when you talk to him. It the cutest thing ever. And I have pictures. But of course I forgot my connection thingy to load my photos at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I forgot to mention, I started to work again. Today is my first day. Whoo hoo! Yes I'm excited. I'm one of those weird people that cant be at home all day long, I actually enjoy working. But I did hate leaving the kiddos =( I miss them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to stop by really quick to update. I should be up and running smoothly now that I'm working and have a computer in my face all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for checking up on me =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-114167157404120313?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114167157404120313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=114167157404120313' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114167157404120313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114167157404120313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/03/sorry-about-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-114013952401834718</id><published>2006-02-16T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T19:11:50.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/Ivan%20011606%20075.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/Ivan%20011606%20075.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan is a whole month today. Gosh, I cant believe its been only a month... LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivan is a good baby, not as good as my first but hey, I cant send him back can I? LOL I kid!&lt;br /&gt;Ivan has a little issue with being awake and being quiet at the same time. The only time he is not crying is when he's asleep. Going on car rides is an adventure in its self. While the car is running he quiet as can be but once we stop at a stop light forget it, scream fest begins. He loves to be rocks but only if I'm standing and walking around He hates being held while I sit.. If I sit is HAS to be on the rocking chair..Or else. He's very demanding I tell ya. In the beginning he would only sleep by day and was awake by night and being awake means A LOT of crying.. I don't know how I survived. I quit breastfeeding cause of that. He would feed every hour and he fed for 40 minutes at a time... I about died of sleep deprivation. Right now he's doing a lot better. But beside of all the crying that goes on around here... He makes be smile every day with the little things he does. Like how he hums while he eats or when he smiles when he's asleep. Or how he gets the hicups at every diaper change, I love baby hicups.. They sound so cute. And just by looking at his sweet little face just makes me forget all my troubles. It been a long and hard month but I know it will only get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luis loves his baby brother. He helps me out a lot believe it or not. He likes to help he take him a bath, and alerts me when the baby is crying in another room. He doesn't bother me while I'm sleeping since he knows I don't get much of it. I have snapped at the poor guy once or twice since the baby was born for no reason and even after being ignored and yelled at, he still is a good boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for myself, I'm doing ok. I cant wait until my routine is established and I can have a minute to myself. Some days go by and I don't even have a minute to shower or to even brush my teeth. My days are spent feeding, changing diapers and sleeping. Oh and gaining weight I might add, sitting on my ass all day and eating home cooked meals three times a day ( thanks mom) is no good for me. I will never fit into my cloths again at this pace. It to the gym for me.. At my 6 week mark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-114013952401834718?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/114013952401834718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=114013952401834718' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114013952401834718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/114013952401834718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-month.html' title='One Month'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113995378076993628</id><published>2006-02-14T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T13:49:40.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/Ivan%20011606%20084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/Ivan%20011606%20084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gotta love Baby feet.&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/11927112-113995378076993628?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113995378076993628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113995378076993628' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113995378076993628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113995378076993628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/02/gotta-love-baby-feet.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113986863533358733</id><published>2006-02-13T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T14:10:35.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I tried on my pre-pregnancy jeans today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very depressing....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113986863533358733?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113986863533358733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113986863533358733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113986863533358733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113986863533358733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-tried-on-my-pre-pregnancy-jeans.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113912032785242917</id><published>2006-02-04T21:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T22:53:03.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It Saturday night...I'm at home with the kids and bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this could be a good time to post Ivan's birth story.. Its not that long nor interesting but here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was scheduled to be admitted to the hospital on Sunday 1/15/06 at midnight ( Monday morning) to start induction. The plan was to insert Cervadril for 12 hours and start Pitocin in the morning. I arrived to the hospital at the time agreed and was checked by the nurse for any dilation. I was already dilated to 5 and was told that since I was already dilating they were not going to insert the Cervadril ( I think that's what it called, it something they put in your cervix to soften it). They didn't want to send me home since I was just gonna be back in the morning so they went ahead and kept me. The IV was put in ( which may I add the the stupid nurse was either half asleep or just blind and couldn't find my vein,... That B*$&amp;amp; hurt me sooo bad I still have the damn scar ) they hooked me up to all the monitors, I had like 3 million blood draws, and of course all of those lovely dilation checks =) And what I though was very weird, the nurse ordered my epidural at 4am. I wasn't gonna get Pitocin in until 9am which meant I wasn't gonna be in pain till then,but the anesthesiologist was in at 4am to do his job. I mean I was contracting but nothing painful. But anyway, I got the epi at 4am and was numb from waist down from then on. That sucked may I add... For one there was no point since I was not in pain and second I like to have the feeling in my legs, the dose was so high that I completely lost the feeling in my legs...Completely!! Scary. So at 9am my Doctor came in and checked me again and broke my water and pitocin was in by 10 am. I was left without being checked for dilation for a long time, even though I was numb you can totally feel pressure "down there" I asked the nurse when I would be checked again and kind of shrugged her shoulders and said that she doubted I made any progressed. So since my mom and the kid's Dad had been with me all morning without eating anything and it was already 2 pm I told them go ahead a leave and eat something since the nurse doubted I had dilated anymore. Sure enough the minute they left another nurse noticed blood in my catheter and checked me. The baby's head was crowned and ready to come out. The kid's dad left his cell phone at home so no way to contact his dumb ass so I still called my mom to turn right back around. But I couldn't handle it anymore I so needed to push.,.. I mean it so hard to explain. I was not in pain but the need to push was there. Thankfully ( for him) the kid's dad is a fast eater and arrived just in time. When he arrived I was already propped up and ready to go. The Doctor came in right after him. The doctor noticed the the baby's heart beat dropped dramatically and ordered me to push as hard as I could, and I did and he was out on the first push. When they placed him on my chest it was more of a relief, seeing the doctor stressed and the nurses getting the vacuum ready for just in case startled me a bit. But after a minute I enjoyed my baby, I just fell in love with he little guy. He had his big brown eyes wide open and wouldn't let go of the nurse's hand. And to our surprise, the baby's umbilical cord was tied in a knot. The Doctors and the nurses were so surprised that he even survived. God definitely was looking after him. He was born exactly at 2:17pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from that moment my life has changed dramatically. I have been blessed with two healthy boys that I love to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for the poor spelling and grammar., as you may already know, I lack in that department,...Hey, that's why I became an accountant... I'm great with numbers, specially if it has to do with money ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113912032785242917?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113912032785242917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113912032785242917' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113912032785242917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113912032785242917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-saturday-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113892265092269597</id><published>2006-02-02T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T15:24:11.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/Ivan%20011606%20045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/Ivan%20011606%20045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/Ivan%20011606%20049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/Ivan%20011606%20049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/Ivan%20011606%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/Ivan%20011606%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi Guys, Sorry for the lack of post. Ivan has his days and nights a little confused and has no desire to change that..LOL. Other than that we are doing fine, He had his first well baby check up on Monday. He already weighs over 8 pounds and measures 21 inches, He is growing sooo fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to post today, I just wanted to post up some pictures that I promised ages ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113892265092269597?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113892265092269597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113892265092269597' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113892265092269597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113892265092269597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/02/hi-guys-sorry-for-lack-of-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113799097735433142</id><published>2006-01-22T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T20:36:17.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Thanks so much for all your comments!! The baby and I are doing very very good. I kind of forgot how hard it is to have a newborn and I apologize for not updating sooner. But I wanted to sneak in here for a second to let everyone know that we are doing great. Ivan has changed so much since the picture I posted last.. He's getting cuter and cuter everyday =) I love him to death! Luis has adjusted very well to his little brother and loves that his mommy doesn't go to work anymore. I will post some more pictures as soon as I get them loaded.. I have dial up at home and you might know what a pain that is when uploading anything... So I will post those soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok baby crying to be fed... gotta go. Bye guys and thanks again for the lovely well wishes and comment =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113799097735433142?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113799097735433142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113799097735433142' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113799097735433142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113799097735433142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/01/thanks-so-much-for-all-your-comments.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113761197117743094</id><published>2006-01-18T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T13:07:24.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/Ivan%20011606%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/200/Ivan%20011606%20011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Here! My Name : Ivan Alejandro Born: January 16th 2006 At 2: 17 pm Weight: 7lb 9oz Height: 19 inches&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113761197117743094?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113761197117743094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113761197117743094' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113761197117743094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113761197117743094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-here-my-name-ivan-alejandro-born.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113719227140431645</id><published>2006-01-13T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T14:44:31.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just checking in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at home relaxing, and getting everything ready for Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to report... I feel great and yes VERY nervous...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to update if anything changes. Thanks guys for checking up on me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Mr. Rojo.. Effaced means..ummm ummm I don't know something to do with your cervix.. Painful... Oh man everything lately is painful so I wouldn't know LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113719227140431645?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113719227140431645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113719227140431645' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113719227140431645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113719227140431645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-checking-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113693003962173821</id><published>2006-01-10T13:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T13:53:59.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a Doctors appointment this morning.I'm 3 centimeters dilated and fully effaced, which is super good. If I keep this up I may have the baby in the next couple of days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT if that doesn't happen, the doctor doesn't want me to go past my due date so she wants to induce me this SUNDAY night!&lt;br /&gt;*happy dance*&lt;br /&gt;FINALLY a date I could look forward too. =)&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully ( if not sooner) I will be holding my little angel by Monday Afternoon..Yuppie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be my last day of work then I will relax for the next couple of days and then it's show time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I'm excited?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113693003962173821?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113693003962173821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113693003962173821' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113693003962173821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113693003962173821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-had-doctors-appointment-this-morning_10.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113683080254099126</id><published>2006-01-09T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T10:20:02.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No baby yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another day at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel fine. No signs of Labor what's so EVER.. Pretty depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I scrubbed and steam cleaned my carpets, I finished the boy's room, I set up the crib, I sorted cloths, I cleaned out closets, I even went shopping for 3 hours on Sunday and NOTHING! Not even a mild cramp to let me know that my body is DOING something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I jinx myself, The more I want the baby here and longer I will have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have decided to let it go. I've complained enough. Enough to the point of annoying MYSELF.&lt;br /&gt;From now on even though I'm miserable as can be I will not complain. Complaining gets me nowhere. I will just relax, and wait patiently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience is the key word here. I have very little of it, but I'm using every ounce I have.&lt;br /&gt;And smile in the process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't smiled in a while, so this is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113683080254099126?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113683080254099126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113683080254099126' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113683080254099126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113683080254099126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-baby-yet.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113659299941876690</id><published>2006-01-06T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T16:24:14.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm ready for the weekend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may see I have nothing to post today. My brain is fried. See you guess on Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113659299941876690?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113659299941876690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113659299941876690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113659299941876690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113659299941876690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-ready-for-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113649690639607301</id><published>2006-01-05T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T13:35:06.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>2 centimeters dilated but not fully effaced...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrug shoulders*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beats me, but Doc said I can go any day now or be in this stage for the next 2 weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me something I didn't know..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said if I really want this baby to be born with in a few days , a little walking would make a world of a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought.. " I'm I REALLY ready for the baby to be born NOW?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I still need to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# 1 Pick a damn name! That would be a good idea huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work related stuff-&lt;br /&gt;Organizing for 2006&lt;br /&gt;Getting 2005 out and done with ( closing the books)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At home:&lt;br /&gt;Buy a dresser&lt;br /&gt;Finish his room ( still cloud-less)&lt;br /&gt;Clean the carpets&lt;br /&gt;Set up my baby's pediatrician&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isn't it pretty sad that I want to hold off the birth of my baby to clean carpets?&lt;br /&gt;actually the truth is that I'm scared shit-less.&lt;br /&gt;Scared that since I might be having a rather LARGE baby, fears of going into labor and not making it on time to the hospital to administer drugs and having this baby naturally.&lt;br /&gt;OUCH!&lt;br /&gt;no no no I cant even think about it without getting goosebumps. I know it wont be the end of the world if it DID happen but I rather not.. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the appointment went well, Doc said baby is BIG and healthy and ready to come to this world. And today I'm here, at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workaholic anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I am, Its just I want to make sure that when I come back to this office everything is perfect as I left it. YES, PERFECT! I expect no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its getting harder and harder to get up in the morning to come to work. Beside the fact that I cant manage to get at least 4 hours of sleep during the night, physically I'm exhausted. I'm considering taking my maternity leave a little early. We'll see what the boss says. I'm done with training my replacement so I don't see a problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113649690639607301?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113649690639607301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113649690639607301' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113649690639607301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113649690639607301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/01/2-centimeters-dilated-but-not-fully.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113639841357581337</id><published>2006-01-04T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T10:13:33.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The name Joaquin is out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*BIG sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom has been giving me crap about the name since day one. She says that only Men from the 1800's were named Joaquin. My best friend said it was too "Rancherote" ( Spanish speakers, help with a translation here) and well I don't know if I like it anymore... I'm such a push over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next runner up is Benjamin. I know its not ALL that but I kind of like it. Actually the one I REALLY like is Ivan. But his stupid Dad refuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My theory is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His first son is named Alex: Simple and four letters&lt;br /&gt;My son is name is Luis: Simple and Four letters&lt;br /&gt;My Baby would be named Ivan: Simple and four letters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not buying it. He rather go with Benjamin. He likes Miguel too. Sebastian is nice too but just hate how its pronounced in English. Blahhhh reminds me of the movie The Little Mermaid and a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize that I'm 12 days from my due date and my baby has NO NAME!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting ready to open up my baby name book , close my eyes and point at one and go with whatever comes up.. Even if the name is Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting desperate here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: I have a doctors appointment this afternoon. Wish me luck! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113639841357581337?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113639841357581337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113639841357581337' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113639841357581337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113639841357581337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/01/name-joaquin-is-out-window.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113623117849938923</id><published>2006-01-02T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T12:24:09.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney On Ice January 1, 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/Disney%20On%20Ice%20Finding%20Nemo%20002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/Disney%20On%20Ice%20Finding%20Nemo%20002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/Disney%20On%20Ice%20Finding%20Nemo%20006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/Disney%20On%20Ice%20Finding%20Nemo%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not the best photographer but anyway. My son and I went to go see Disney on Ice-Finding Nemo. VIP front row tickets. I figures since this will probably be the last thing him and I will do together for a LONG time I would go ahead and treat him to the best tickets available. It was great the characters went to him and shook his hand.. He was very excited to shake "squirts" hand. LOL Cute show, if your into Disney movies like we are this is a must see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well nothing interesting happening on my neck of the woods. The new year is here its raining like noone's business and I'm at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which got me thinking ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work about 45 minutes away from home, that's driving 80 mph all the way with no traffic. Lately its been taking me 1 1/2 hours to get home. Don't know why, everyday the freeway is just a dead halt started at 3pm. The hospital where I will be delivering is still another 20 minutes away again with no traffic. So I was thinking what if my water breaks at work and I have to drive my self to the Hospital? And if it raining? Oh my gosh.. And starting next week EVERYONE will be out in Cozumel taking a vacation while my ass and the trainee will be here ..Working. And I'm not about to tell her to take me...She gets on my nerves. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I decided maybe I don't want to work until my delivery. I might want to take it easy these last few days. All depends what my doctor says Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess I should cut this short and get ready to go home....LOL Boss just informed us of our nice new years day half day =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you all tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113623117849938923?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113623117849938923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113623117849938923' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113623117849938923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113623117849938923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2006/01/disney-on-ice-january-1-2006.html' title='Disney On Ice January 1, 2006'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113598484591147023</id><published>2005-12-30T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T15:20:45.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good bye 2005</title><content type='html'>I'm ready for 2005 to be done and over with. This year just sucked. Nothing majority BAD happened but nothing Good either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than my pregnancy...But being pregnant right now is not a good thing for me. So that doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plans for New years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously I wont be one of those out in about having a drink and dancing the night away on new years eve. Nope, I will be at home probably sitting on my fat butt and going to bed early. BUT on new years day I will be taking my son to go see &lt;a href="http://disneyonice.disney.go.com/disneyonice/nemo.jsp"&gt;Disney on Ice Finding Nemo&lt;/a&gt;. I think that would be something fun for him and I to do together. He loves Finding Nemo ( actually I love it more than he does) and my boss went and saw them last night and said it was a really cool show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, nothing much. Just going to relax, praying for some sleep, finish up the kid's room, and back to work for me on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a safe one and  before I forget,  in case I cannot update during the weekend, I wanted to Wish Ms. &lt;a href="http://www.normiesworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Normies&lt;/a&gt; a SUPER Happy Birthday!! Her Birthday is on the First so If you have a chance, go and drop by her blog and wish her the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toddles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113598484591147023?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113598484591147023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113598484591147023' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113598484591147023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113598484591147023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/12/good-bye-2005.html' title='Good bye 2005'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113589309513059025</id><published>2005-12-29T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T15:30:14.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been awake since 2am this morning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got up at 3am and took a nice hot shower to see if that would help and well it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When 5:30am finally rolled around I started to get tired but needed to get up to get ready for work a 1/2 an hour later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This so sucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the baby comes will this get better?... um no. Unless he will turn out a total angle like my son that slept through most of the night since day one =) I hate comparing them, I feel like a bad mommy. And from the back of my head I can hear my mom words of wisdom " there's no way you will get 2 good kids, its just not natural or fair"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you notice on my Blog roll list I have added a new link called " Meet the baby" this link will take you directly to my hospitals "growing families" page and if you scroll just a bit down there's a place where you enter the date of birth of the baby and a list of baby names will come up. If by the date this baby is born the name has not changed My little boy will be listed under Joaquin V.&lt;br /&gt;And you will be able to see the baby first photo. Cool huh? But I think it takes them a while to load them on the site I might beat them to the job . But just in case there's the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how would you guys know if the baby was born? hmm I'm still thinking .. I have no one to come in here and let you guys know. Maybe an Audio blog? I can call my blog and let you guys know? We'll see =) You guys have been through this journey every step of the way with me I just hate leaving you guys in limbo and not letting you guys know ASAP when the munchkin comes. I'll work something out, promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and BTW my parents HATE the name Joaquin. You know what my mom said? " Go ahead a name him what you want, but I'm calling him Armando"&lt;br /&gt;I think its just the culture. Joaquin is a really old name and well I guess they think its a bit old fashion. But you know what? I don't give a *bleep* I'm naming him what I want period. Ok maybe not period but I really love that name. Joaquin Ivan is more what I'm leaning toward, now to convince the ignorant dad on giving my second son a second name. He has a weird thing about second names. He's just well him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok enough for today, I should be wrapping stuff up and get ready to go home and see if I can get at least a couple of hours of sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113589309513059025?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113589309513059025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113589309513059025' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113589309513059025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113589309513059025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-have-been-awake-since-2am-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113580372809211834</id><published>2005-12-28T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T13:02:08.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a doctors appointment this morning. I've gained more pounds in the last two weeks than throughout my whole pregnancy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm as big as a house...But we wont go there. I got an ultrasound and the baby is VERY VERY Healthy, so heathly that she thinks he's gonna be an 8 lb-er. Holy macro!&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it has anything to do with the 3 lb pound box of See's chocolates that I ate this month ? Nah, I didn't think so either.&lt;br /&gt;But she did warn me about my swelling. I have to cut back on salt AND stay off my feet. Other than that, its just a waiting game from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to visit my Doc every week now. Yes my friends this is it, the count down begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Caution: complaining woman ahead**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ready. My first pregnancy was so nice and perfect that I never really was in any hurry to have my son. This one is just KILLING ME! My back hurts sooo much I cant sit, stand, or lay down for long periods of time. So that means NO SLEEP. I love to sleep..I miss sleep, I want to sleep, I would pay $$ to buy me some sleep. The peeing part is not fun, I get up every 30-45 minutes to pee day and NIGHT . The baby is laying on a nerve that causes my right arm and hand to tingle and swell like a balloon. The baby thinks is fun to kick me in the ribs until I cry in pain. His head is so low that I some times think he's coming out, and leaves me dead on my tracks.. This its very painful. My feet look like elephant feet. My kid's dad is an ass hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I'm done. On a lighter note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boys' room is almost finished!!! All it needs is the crown molding to be installed ( I don't trust myself with the saw, so I'm leaving it to my dad) and the carpet cleaned and that's it! The crib and the rest of the baby stuff should be up and ready by the weekend. Also, I packed my hospital bag last night. Can you tell I'm ready? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also if anyone was interested, the hospital that I will be having the baby posts pictures of every baby that is born on their website. So, if you guys don't want to wait until I get out of the Hospital to meet the little man, you are more than welcome to look him up on there. I will get the link for you guys as soon as I get a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok that is it.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; I remembered my camera today&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;So I may post my pictures on my flicker account today&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113580372809211834?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113580372809211834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113580372809211834' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113580372809211834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113580372809211834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-had-doctors-appointment-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113570697289557762</id><published>2005-12-27T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T10:13:12.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My son is a spoiled BRAT~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok not so much a brat but he sure is spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas was a blast. We celebrated with a lot of family and FOOD! LOTS OF FOOD!&lt;br /&gt;My cousin brought pozole, my mom made tamales and champurrado ( sp??) my other cousin brought buñelos and atole and my uncle brought a roasted turkey with all the trimmings. And yes I did pig out, I'm allowed. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of the gifts did not fit under the tree. I have pictures and if I was a smart cookie I would of remembered to bring my camera with me but since I'm not I didn't. Anyway, the kids were so excited that they waited untill midnight to open them. Yes my son included. He had a terrible cold and didn't feel well but he still stayed up untill midnight to open ALL of his presents.&lt;br /&gt;He got so much stuff I'm embarrassed to even tell you. He got EVERY single toy he wanted plus a Game cube. Ok, my son is 4 years old and owns a Nintendo 64, a PS2, a Gameboy advance, and now a Gamecube. All courtesy of his Grandpa. Why does a 4 year old need so many game systems? Does anyone else see something wrong with that, cause I kind of do. I spent Sunday morning going through 11 packages of batteries and taking out 3 trash bags full of empty boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some great gifts too. Leather was this year theme I think. I got a leather jacket, a leather purse, and a pair of leather boots. You walk in to my closet and all you smell is leather. I also got A couple of gift certificates and one of these: &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/200/buchanan%27s_124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an evil family member that just LOVES to torture me. Why would one give a bottle of Scotch whiskey to a pregnant lady? Huhh? Well his excuse was, that he thinks this baby will be here before new years and that he wants to drink that bottle with me to celebrate 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUUUUUUURE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did appreciatee the bottle. I just put it along the bottle of Baileys my uncle gave me and the bottle of Tres Generaciones ( Tequila) my sister's boy friend gave me and the bottle of Jimador ( tequila)  my neighbor gave me. All lined up in a row, with seals still on them. And every time I pass by my living room I look at them and think " Gee, it's nice to know so many people LOVE me" LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a good Christmass though. My son was so excited, he hasn't stopped taking about Christmas. Having the family over and everyone eating a drinking and having a blast together makes me even more grateful to have the life that I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113570697289557762?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113570697289557762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113570697289557762' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113570697289557762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113570697289557762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-son-is-spoiled-brat-ok-not-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113535609821866346</id><published>2005-12-23T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T08:41:38.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>Every one have a safe and Merry Christmas. Dont drink too much ( no really don't its not fair!) and if you do please dont drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you guys on Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113535609821866346?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113535609821866346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113535609821866346' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113535609821866346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113535609821866346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113520632293602335</id><published>2005-12-21T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T15:05:22.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a great time off. I got ALL of my shopping done, I cleaned, I painted and EVEN had time and energy to sit down with my son and built our Gingerbread house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did get screwed ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my mom was leaving for Mexico on Sunday night she came up to me with money on her hand and asked to please go buy my Dad, Sister and my kid's dad a Christmas gift. I was like ok what do you want me to buy them? She said, I have no clue, see what you can come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me? So I had to think long and hard on what I was gonna buy them and now I have to think what to buy them again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I did, and Damn it I did so good too! Got great sales and no crowds on Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on Monday night my Kid's dad comes over with money in his had and asked if I could go buy something for my mom, my dad and my sister. I said ok what do you want me to get them? He said, I have no clue see what you can come up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See a trend here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to come up with gifts for the same people three times AND had to go shopping everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now yesterday my dad comes up to me with money in his hands and ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stopped him dead in his tracks... No way dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a good shopper but come on people? Give me a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't that just seam wrong? Shouldn't a gift be thoughtful, not just give $$ to someone as let them buy it for you? I have one messed up family. But all in all I got EVERYONE'S shopping done, wrapped and under the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also painted my kids room. I'm half way done .. The green paint is on I just need to start the top half in light blue. I have to take it easy now, After painting yesterday I had a couple of contraction last night and couldn't sleep. Nothing consistent but a little uncomfortable. So hopefully I might get some help painting the top part of the walls. But so far its looking good.&lt;br /&gt;If I remember ( maybe I shouldn't say anything since I always forget) I'll post some pictures. But not promising anything, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113520632293602335?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113520632293602335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113520632293602335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113520632293602335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113520632293602335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-had-great-time-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113477176970875671</id><published>2005-12-16T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T14:22:49.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I get a four day weekend..yahhoooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took Monday and Tuesday off because I was suppose to go to Mexicali, Mexico. On Monday its my Grandma's First year anniversary of her Death and my family was going to do this Memorial Mass thingy with a dinner and make a whole deal but I have decided not to go but still take the days off and just stay home. I decided not to go for many reasons but mainly because being this far along in the pregnancy and driving on my own all the way there with my Son in tow didn't should like fun to me. I could ride along with my parents but they are leaving on Sunday and wont be back untill Tuesday. Thats too long for me. Imagine, I cant manage to get a good night sleep at home what makes me think I will in someone else's house probably sleeping in the floor or something. So I passed. My mom is still bitching about too. What an horrible grand daughter I am for not attending blah bah blah... I swear she next on my bitch slap list. I might forget she's my mom one of these days. LOL ok not really she just makes me so mad sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway enough about my nice mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be staying at home and doing my Christmas shopping on Monday during the day when the rest of the world is working so I can have the stores to myself! I have most of it already done but I still need a few things here and there. I also plan to finally paint the boy's room. Can you believe I have not finished it yet... I swear its not even primed all the way. So hopefully come Wednesday all the Christmas shopping and wrapping will be complete right along with that room! And if that doesn't trigger labor then God help me get through the next couple of weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113477176970875671?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113477176970875671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113477176970875671' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113477176970875671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113477176970875671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-get-four-day-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113466543865371456</id><published>2005-12-15T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T08:50:38.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maternity Tour</title><content type='html'>I Toured the &lt;a href="http://www.sach.org/"&gt;Hospital&lt;/a&gt; I'm going to have my munchkin in yesterday .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially freaked out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why. Its not like this will be my first time going through this. The nurses were super nice, the maternity ward is nice lookin', and their security features and stuff was great. I just don't know, I got the wierdest feeling when I walked in their labor and Delivery rooms. I think it made it so real that now I kind of don't want him to come out... hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man, Me with two kids? Pobrecitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost forgot too. I FINALLY convinced the father not NOT name him after him. LOL it wasn't easy but I did it! Now, he likes a name that I might be able to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joaquin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the first thing I said was like Joaquin Phoenix?...Oh baby! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/joaquin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/joaquin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now the debate it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joaquin or Eduardo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113466543865371456?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113466543865371456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113466543865371456' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113466543865371456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113466543865371456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/12/maternity-tour.html' title='Maternity Tour'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113460461940402083</id><published>2005-12-14T15:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T15:56:59.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just finished my stupid Christmas cards. Why are they stupid?...They just are ... You'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( BTW Juanita I did get your I'm so sorry for not letting you know sooner thank you soooo much!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe I just finished doing my Christmas cards ..11 days before Christmas! Shame on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just not feeling it this year. I'm such a scrooge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO if you get a card on December 26..You'll know it's from  me. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113460461940402083?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113460461940402083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113460461940402083' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113460461940402083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113460461940402083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-just-finished-my-stupid-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113443800314946487</id><published>2005-12-12T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T17:40:03.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>35 weeks..5 more weeks!</title><content type='html'>I went to the doc today., I have 5 more weeks and if I shoot for being 2 weeks early I might only have 3 more weeks left. Ay please God make it only 3 weeks..I'm dyeing over here. Doc said baby is doing good, baby is were he's suppose to be and growing beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend my Aunt and Mother threw me a babyshower. I knew about it but was not very excited. Many reasons, I know my mom was not planning on doing anything so that bummed me out a little , my aunt was the one that kind of encouraged her to through me one and second I'm just not in the mood for parties. Besides I don't like being the center of attention, It makes me very uncomfortable. But It turned out way better than I thought! I had a lot of fun and got so much stuff. I can say this was a mood pick-er-upper that I so needed =) and how do I thank my mother? By forgetting her " dia de su santo" Her name is Guadalupe and today ( Dec 12th) is her Saint day and I totally forgot and well I feel so shitty now! arg...&lt;br /&gt;Es ok I'll just buy her a gift and hopefully she'll forgive me... I bet my dad forgot too. Ay I better call him and remind him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Training today went "ok" she's still asking questions on stuff I explained to her 100,000,000,000,000,000,000,000, times already! But I'm taking my deep breaths and being patient and nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I should be on my way home but since I went to the Doc this morning I need to make up some hours and since my trainee leaves at 4:30 I get to write on my blog! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: Thank you all for the comments you leave. I so feel better when I read them I really do! Even though I might not respond every time I try too I really do! Thank you Thank you Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113443800314946487?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113443800314946487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113443800314946487' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113443800314946487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113443800314946487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/12/35-weeks5-more-weeks.html' title='35 weeks..5 more weeks!'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113416635107116469</id><published>2005-12-09T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T14:12:31.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>One week of training and I'm so over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my computer, my desk, my blog, my online friends, my time, everything! I can even say I miss doing my work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl is super nice and all and we get a long just fine but she has a habit of stopping what she doing to attend "other stuff" nothing pisses me off than wasting &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl knows absolutly NOTHING about accounting so she needs to learn ALOT .. I mean she doesn't even know the difference between a debit and a credit. And when we have to stop in the middle of training to attend a personal matter just irritates me. The first time is ok, second time too, even the third time I'm fine with but the fourth and fifth time in the last hour is just ...arggg&lt;br /&gt;And then after she done with her "stuff" I have to re-explain everything because she just forgot what I said 5 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much patience as some people might already know. I get irritated REAL easy, I have no problem letting you know either so this is really hard for me to train this girl over and over and over again and still be "nice". If by week 3 I'm in this situation I'm just taking my maternity leave early and let my boss deal with her. It was his idea of having her here in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SIGH*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok I'm done bitching....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I'm doing good ( ok not really) . My attitude is still a little bitchy as you can tell from what I just typed =) but I'm hanging in there. I'm starting to get headaches again like I did in the beginning of my pregnancy and just super tired. I can literally close my eyes right now and take a nap sitting up. No kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My drive to and from work as worsen in the last month . I use to make it home in 45 minutes to an hour and now its taking an hour to 2 hours. It ridiculous and I'm so done by the time I get home. I go straight to bed. My son is not liking that very much and I don't either but right now I really don't have the slightest energy to even "try" and stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say right now that I'm just done.. Yes I'm done being pregnant. I feel I've been pregnant for the last 10 years. I want my body back. I want to be able to sleep on my tummy. I want to be able to "see" what I'm shaving when shaving. ( ha! I cant believe I said that!) I want to be able to bend over a tie my shoe without blocking my oxygen supply, I want to be able to pick up my son. I want to be hold in my pee for more than a minute. I want to be able to fall right back to sleep after waking up in the middle of the night. I want to be able to stand for more than 30 minutes without my lower back breaking. I want to use my heels again. I want a fuckin' beer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just said the f word... hmmm oh yeah I'm&lt;strong&gt; so&lt;/strong&gt; done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a nice weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113416635107116469?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113416635107116469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113416635107116469' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113416635107116469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113416635107116469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-week-of-training-and-im-so-over-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113389100649745750</id><published>2005-12-06T09:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T09:43:26.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've started training my maternity leave replacement yesterday. This girl is so slow it makes me look as if I work ALLLLL day long...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will admit that I was a little nervous since no one in this company knows my desk. Training some one else just made me uneasy, not sure why yet. Maybe because the last person that was pregnant lost her job 3 weeks after she came back from her Maternity leave. The company realized that her position was no longer "needed" and was let go after working here for over 9 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl I'm training is super cool though. She is an employee's wife that has worked here before either as Dispatcher, coordinator, or Administrative assistant. She has no need of a job and works just to help out. We get along so well and I think she will work out pretty darn good.&lt;br /&gt;She will be training for a whole month. That means a whole month of not having my computer and "my time" so that means no bloggin during the day, poooweee! I've said I would blog from home before but it just never happens. Once I walk in to my door all I want to do it lay down and take a nap. If I'm lucky I get to have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately my days are non-productive and it drives me bonkers. The room I'm suppose to be painting, is not getting painted. The baby blanket I need to be making is not being made. The Gingerbread house I promised my son he and I would build has not been built yet. The list goes on and on... Not to mention I don't have many free weekends ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend was my work's Company Christmas dinner / party thingy. Its not really a party, its pretty much a very nice elegant dinner at a fancy place and tradition has it that we just all go somewhere and drink our hearts away. Every person that attends this dinner ( mostly just corporate office which are only 5-7 of us and their spouses) are DRINKERS... No one is left behind. Which means that this year just sucked for me. The only buzz I got was from the wine sauce on my Filet minion. &gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;After Dinner we headed to &lt;a href="http://www.pechanga.com/default.html"&gt;Pechanga Casino&lt;/a&gt;.. Yeah they are all gamblers as well. Poker is a whole lot more entertaining when you play with your boss. He fired me a couple of times during our poker playing ...LOL. But it was fun. I went home early since I didn't want to overdue the fact that it was 30 degrees out and I was just getting over my cold. Besides, I'm so tired lately that I cant manage to stay awake past 11pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think I should be going now. My Trainee is here ready for another day of hard work...Ha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113389100649745750?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113389100649745750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113389100649745750' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113389100649745750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113389100649745750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-started-training-my-maternity.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113348279726566897</id><published>2005-12-01T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T16:19:57.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm coughing my lungs out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear my sides hurt when I breath....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I made matters worse when I open my bedroom window last night. My chest is so congested that its getting really hard for me to breath, beside the fact that this kid is right under my rib cage making matters worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I talk I sound like a frog...But I feel better, even though I may sound horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess this would be a great time to finally post about how my holiday weekend wet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thanksgiving dinner was GRAND! I cooked all my food and had Family come over and eat and play poker but man was I tired! They all raved on how delish my food was and questioned me over and over again why I don't cook on a regular basis. I just smiled and say, because I have a great mommy =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was clean up day ( after having 20 + people over for dinner the house was a wreck!) and I put up the Christmas tree. Yes, my son has been asking about putting up his Christmas tree since July, I think I had torture him enough so we did. He's so cute, he loves to sit in front of it and sing 'oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree' ( those are the only words he knows from that song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we did a little Christmas shopping I think I walked for 4 hours straight. My back was hurting sooo much I think I dilated a couple of centimeters. And Sunday I went to my works orientation and went straight home after that. I really started to feel the cold bug. So I just chilled at home and watched Polar Express for the Zillionth time with my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I came to work sick and all but not feeling tooo bad I only went in for a couple hours since I have my bi-weekly OB appointment that day. I went to the Doc a MESS... She totally noticed that I was sick without me saying a word. She took my Temp and checked the baby's heart beat and sure enough she sent me straight to the Hospital. Talk about being stressed. I wasn't too scared of a c-section, to tell you truth. I could care less how this baby is born it was just the fact that he was only 33 weeks old and that meant he would stay at least 4 weeks in the hospital and that just broke my heart. I don't know how I would manage to leave a hospital after giving birth with out a baby in my arms. A million thoughts went through my head but thank God everything worked out and no baby yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed home on Tuesday to sleep and relax and fight this stupid bronchitis... I'm on medication still and need to monitor my baby's heart beat and kicks on a daily basis. So far so good, just the coughing wont go away, Doc said it wont for a couple more days.. Yuppie for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's that... Like I said before its been a long f-in week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is hectic with month-end AND year-end plus training my replacement and still keeping up with my regular schedule is just overwhelming. I might not be updating as often as I like I want to apologize in advance just in case I don't manage to come visit you either =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh before I forget...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be doing my Christmas card this weekend and would REALLY like to send everyone of my blogging friend one. If I don't already have your addy please make me a favor and Email it to me so I can send you one. &lt;a href="mailto:la.veronica@gmail.com"&gt;la.veronica@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'm wont stock you or anything...LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113348279726566897?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113348279726566897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113348279726566897' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113348279726566897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113348279726566897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-coughing-my-lungs-out-i-swear-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113337804593503743</id><published>2005-11-30T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T11:14:06.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing Testing....</title><content type='html'>Its been a LOOONG week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I came down with what seemed to be a simple cold but turned for the worst on Monday. I caught bronchitis and was admitted to the Hospital&lt;&lt; Not fun! The biggest scare was that if my 110 fever didnt get lowered by that night I would of needed to get an emergency C-Section. So yeah its been a very stress full week as you can see. But thank the Lord that my fever came down and my baby is fine. His heart rate is normal now and as of for me Today I'm back at work.. catching up. blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I should go do that instead of foolin' around in here huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113337804593503743?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113337804593503743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113337804593503743' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113337804593503743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113337804593503743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/11/testing-testing.html' title='Testing Testing....'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113276946995708339</id><published>2005-11-23T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T11:01:24.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gobble .. Gobble ...  Gobble...</title><content type='html'>Suprisingly I feel better today. My mood today is just " normal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do Normal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its the fact that I will be home for the next couple of days? Even though I will be attending an Orientation on Sunday ( work related). Eh not thinking much about it since It going to be fun ( so I heard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did my Thanksgiving Dinner grocery shopping last night. I bought 3 freakin' turkey's! Why 3 you ask? Well I donated two to my Church and the other one I'm cookin'.. Poor Turkey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I will be cooking Tomorrow..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Herb-Butter Roasted Turkey&lt;br /&gt;Honey Ham ( my mom is doing this one)&lt;br /&gt;Garlic Mash potatoes and Turkey gravy ( from scratch)&lt;br /&gt;Sauteed Green Beans and Carrots&lt;br /&gt;Sage Stuffing&lt;br /&gt;Cranberry Sauce&lt;br /&gt;Poppy Seed salad&lt;br /&gt;Warm Balsamic Ving. Salad&lt;br /&gt;Double Stuffed Sweet Potatoes&lt;br /&gt;Traditional Pumpkin Pie and dinner rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm missing something here...I better remember soon since I don't plan on going to ANY store Thanksgiving day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't plan on doing anything else the rest of the weekend. I may start my Christmas shopping like everyone else but I REALLY hate crowds and with my mood lately I think its a good idea to stay home and just relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a SUPER but SAFE Thanksgiving. If you are traveling please please be careful out there!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113276946995708339?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113276946995708339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113276946995708339' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113276946995708339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113276946995708339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/11/gobble-gobble-gobble.html' title='Gobble .. Gobble ...  Gobble...'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113269524944325539</id><published>2005-11-22T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T13:34:09.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter? Me? No way...</title><content type='html'>I'm not much of a talking buddy lately. I'm not much of anything really. I don't think I have smiled in the last 48 hours. Pretty sad huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People ask me how I'm feeling and or course I don't get down with the feel-sorry-for-me answer, I just node and say "good". I actually had a outside office coworker come visit the corporate office yesterdayu and made a comment on how cute I looked. My answer?&lt;br /&gt; "Whatever"&lt;br /&gt;I kid you not! Those words came right out of my mouth without even thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I apologized right after and she totally understood where I was coming from. She was as miserable as I was since the beginning of her pregnancy just last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happens when you cant have a good night sleep. In between changing positions every 15 minutes and getting up to empty my oh so shrinking bladder every 30 minutes. I'm trying to stay sane here, I really am. Maybe I should reconsider my maternity leave. I should take 4 weeks off before I delivery instead of working up to the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss had this BRILLIANT idea of taking himself and his wife, and my other co worker ( family friend of theirs) on Vacation the first week of January. They figured since baby deliveries are SOOO predictable they expect me to take over until they return, and be back just in time for my delivery. I just love my job right now...I really do! So considerate and understanding like always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway I will cut this short since I'm not fun to read right now. I promised you pictures of my baby gift ( Sorry MJ! I haven't forgotten ) so hopefully the post-it note I just placed on my forehead may remind me about bringing in my camera to load my pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113269524944325539?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113269524944325539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113269524944325539' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113269524944325539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113269524944325539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/11/bitter-me-no-way.html' title='Bitter? Me? No way...'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113259976953462537</id><published>2005-11-21T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T11:02:49.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Names...Give me names!!!! (Again)</title><content type='html'>Ok I know I only have 8 weeks left ( holy mother of...8!) But I seriously do not have a name for this baby other than... Well baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant decide!!!!! HELP me PLEASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Traditional names, Spanish names preferably. No racial reason I just want to make sure my parents can pronounce it correctly LMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I posted a "name" post before but I'm just looking for that Reaction I guess, when I mention a possible name and the person I just said it too just opens their eyes wide open and says " wow that name is perfect!!" Am I asking for too much?? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so frustrated right now I'm so considering naming him after his Dad. Might as well, he wont budge to any other name. If I was a total Bitch I would totally name this kid WHATEVER I WANTED without his consent, but I'm not ( Well I hope I'm not LOL).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm asking for help again... Please vote on the name that just would sound good in Spanish and English, is cute but not too cute for an adult man, possibly your future president =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eduardo Javier ( Eddie for Short)&lt;br /&gt;2. Francisco Javier ( Franky for short)&lt;br /&gt;3. Damien or Damian (Spanish version) no middle name&lt;br /&gt;4. Enrique Manuel ( Ricky for short)&lt;br /&gt;5. Nicholas&lt;br /&gt;6. Gerardo ( Jerry for short)&lt;br /&gt;and last but not least.&lt;br /&gt;7. Martin Jr. ( blah can I barf now?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok be honest! Vote for the name you just LOVE and if that name is not included then Add it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your help =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok moving on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend was good, nothing exciting to report. I worked on the kid's room. Its all primed up Ready to put on the first coat of paint. My lower back has been killing me for the last couple of days and haven't had the motivation to paint. So I'm working on it little by little. Sleeping is becoming a challenge as well. I cant be in one position for more than a couple of minutes. I have to sleep practically sitting, and surrounded my pillows. Also means working sitting on a chair is torture, I have to stand and strech every 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become very irritable lately too. Don't know why, my son sure notices the change. I was finishing up priming the room on Saturday and my son was in there just chatting away asking if I was done every 10 seconds. I finally told him to shut up already. He looked at me and buried his face in his hands and I asked him what's wrong and he said he was going to cry because mom told him to "be quiet". Irritated mom+ super sensitive son = both of use crying for no damn reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would ever say this, since I always loved being pregnant but I'm just over it. I'm so done, I want this kid here and get this over with. I never had any problems with my fist but this one I'm just miserable! Physically and emotionally. I just hate it. I just want to be my old self again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 more weeks, just 8 more weeks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113259976953462537?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113259976953462537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113259976953462537' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113259976953462537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113259976953462537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/11/namesgive-me-names-again.html' title='Names...Give me names!!!! (Again)'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113234099375661582</id><published>2005-11-18T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T14:41:09.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a boring life....</title><content type='html'>I'm so bored right now I can just shoot myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be more productive being at home blahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let see, what are we doing this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me? I'm going grocery shopping for Thanksgiving and work on the kids room. I've been so bad, no progress as of yet and if I would JUST REMEMBER MY CAMERA I COULD SHOW YOU...ahhh I forgot it again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pregnant women have a memory span of, eh lets say,  10 seconds. I sometimes cant remember my name if it killed me! Ok ok a little exaggerating there but I mean, you know how many times I've misplaced my car keys or my glasses? I would tell you how many times but I don't remember. Its quite frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also gonna go shop for some Chirstmas lights and decor. I'm planning to put them up on the Friday after thanksgiving...LOL can you tell I'm excited for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;I already got my list from my son on what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ask him " Luis, what to you want for Christmas?" he will pull out his little hand and point to his index finger and says"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" a power ranger toy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then points to his middle finger and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" a batman toy car"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then points at the ring finger and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" a remote control car that goes on the walls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then points at his pinky and says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" a peter pan pirate ship"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally his thumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a play station"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see this kid seriously needs to stop seeing those toys commercials. And you know what's funny, he remember EVERYTHING so if he doesn't get one of theses toys he will ask. Trust me! And none of these toys are cheap either. Better let grandpa and Nana know about this list as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/28306_P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/200/28306_P.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the Disney store last Sunday since they had their T-shirts on sale and while in the store he saw this Peter Pan Pirate ship up on a shelve. He said he wanted it and I told him that Mom and Dad will not buy him anymore toys since Christmas was coming . He gave me the puppy face look and said " Please mommy, I'm a good boy."&lt;br /&gt;Awwwww it just broke my heart and it was soooo hard to walk out of that store and not buy it for him. I felt so bad for the guy since you could tell he was super sad. He didn't cry nor threw a fit ( he never has *knock on wood*) but just stayed quiet and kept asking if we were gonna go back to buy it for him. He still remembers that ship and asks if I will buy it for him for Christmas. Don't know whats so special about it, but it cost more than $50! Can you believe that? geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, Any of you started shopping yet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113234099375661582?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113234099375661582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113234099375661582' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113234099375661582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113234099375661582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-boring-life.html' title='What a boring life....'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113233131584627044</id><published>2005-11-18T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T08:28:35.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You like?</title><content type='html'>As much as I would LOVE to take credit for this lovely new look... I just cant. I dont have the smarts to do something like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;a href="http://august8th.net"&gt;Laurie&lt;/a&gt; offered to do ALL of this just for little old me! How nice is she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Laurie, It looks great! I LOOOOOOOVE it =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113233131584627044?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113233131584627044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113233131584627044' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113233131584627044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113233131584627044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-like.html' title='You like?'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113224700958516673</id><published>2005-11-17T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T09:03:29.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Business</title><content type='html'>Like I said before this week has been really busy here at work, the joys of working in finance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is doing better, fortunately his virus did not spread to others so that's always good news! As of for me between taking care of my son, doctors appointments, and work I'm beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday as you know my son got a little stomach problem. He went to bed super early which was a little wired to me since he usually waits for me to read him his story before bed. At around midnight he wakes up wanting to go to the bathroom. He's scared of the dark so he wakes me to take him. I turn on the light and he starts crying. He covers his eyes and tells me to turn it off. So I do and ask him what's wrong and he's crying telling me that his eyes hurt, I go to hug him and he burning up in a fever. As soon as he was done in the bathroom he went to lay down in my bed. Meanwhile I looked for the Motrin  when out of nowhere he  just startes to vomit all over the place ( I know TMI sorry!) ugggg. For the next hours I spent cleaning, and trying to get his fever down. I was lucky to get 2 hours of sleep after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I came to work but left early to take care of him. I called home and my mom said that all he wanted was for her to sit with him and hug him. So I went home to take over. I managed for him to take a nap with me... oh heaven!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was doing much better on Saturday and managed to eat something, and spent our time watching movies and playing with his Leapfrog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday I had my 30 week check up with my doc. Doctor says baby is doing good, weights about 3 + pounds now and right on track on height. As of for me she said that I need to be eating more. Um yeah Doctor as being as big as I am is not enough! And to top it off I didn't pass my glucose tolerance test. ( for those of you that don't know what that is, you have to go in and get blood drawn while fasting then drink this super sweet, super nasty drink and wait an hour and get your blood drawn again. This measures you sugar levels and diagnose gestation's diabetes) Well I didn't pass, my levels were slightly high. What does that mean? That means I have to retake the test but this time its not an hour test, it 3 hours long and get poked 100 times in the process. Oh joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the highlight of my week was when I received a package from &lt;a href="http://mjsdiary.blogspot.com/"&gt;MJ&lt;/a&gt;! But I wont tell you just yet what she sent... I have pictures and want to post them so I'll come back to that! =) As soon as my pregnant brain remembers to bring my camera to work. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is just another day at work. I do October financial today and well lets just say I wont be having any fun today. So I guess I should get back to work huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113224700958516673?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113224700958516673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113224700958516673' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113224700958516673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113224700958516673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-to-business.html' title='Back to Business'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113216438576062346</id><published>2005-11-16T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T10:06:25.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Checking in</title><content type='html'>Thanks guys for the well wishes... Luis is doing way better now. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of for me, I've been so swaped at work this past week its unbeliveable. I've been working about 10 hours a day and thats no enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted to drop a quicky to let you know that I will be back,  hopfully later today to update my lovely readers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=) toddles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113216438576062346?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113216438576062346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113216438576062346' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113216438576062346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113216438576062346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/11/checking-in.html' title='Checking in'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113173611154154640</id><published>2005-11-11T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T11:08:31.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Not much to post today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Son is sick today. I guess he caught some type of stomach virus, I think if I was lucky I got 4 hours of sleep last night. Cleaning throw up and checking temperature is no fun job let me tell ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, one of the joys of being a mommy... So I will be leaving home in a bit to go take care of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't plan on doing anything this weekend..Staying home and staying out of trouble. Maybe just work on the boy's room..Its coming along little by little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113173611154154640?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113173611154154640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113173611154154640' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113173611154154640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113173611154154640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/11/not-much-to-post-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113158012257974277</id><published>2005-11-09T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T15:48:42.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the good old days</title><content type='html'>Remember I mentioned I found some pictures of my younger days AKA before Kids AKA 5 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't take much pictures of myself now a days, ok well I DON'T take any pictures anymore just for the simple fact that I'm ... FAT AS A COW!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 30 week belly picture:&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/200/luis%20035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And my face is just ... *shivers*... FAT-er. Uggg&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, here is how I looked like before Kids..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/luis%20032%20(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/luis%20032%20%283%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here, let see... hmmm I think this was in 2000. Can a girl where anymore jewelry? My lord...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/luis%20029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/luis%20029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I graduated Highschool in 1999.. My mom used to ask me how I managed to wiped my butt with such long nails, I never though they were long...Now I see them and ask myself that same question.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/luis%20033%20(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/200/luis%20033%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I look plain evil in this one... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry about the quality, They are scanned glossy pictures so this is the best I could do! But there you go. That's what I "kind of" look like. Only difference, I still have long hair like the graduation picture, as a matter of fact I still wear the same style..LOL just my hair is back to my natural color dark brown/black , I have eyes brows now, and I'm 100000 lbs heavier. =/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So there you have it...This is me.. Nice to put a face to a blog huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/luis%20033%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/luis%20032%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113158012257974277?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113158012257974277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113158012257974277' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113158012257974277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113158012257974277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/11/back-in-good-old-days.html' title='Back in the good old days'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113147851899264151</id><published>2005-11-08T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T11:35:19.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>16 days till Thanksgiving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you kidding?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy macro. Time flies when you don't want to get old. =/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm doing for thanksgiving. My Mom has been the biggest holiday grinch the last couple of years. She doesn't like company over and she don't want to go over anyone's house. I don't know what's up with her, she ruins it for everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is getting married that weekend in Vegas and wants us to join him. I don't plan on going but I think my parents are so I'll spend Thursday with them and the rest of the weekend alone with the kiddo. I don't mind it though... I could use a weekend alone at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just miss my childhood holidays. Where all my uncles, aunts, and cousins got together in one house and had lots of food, drinks, and music. A lot of fun. Now a days those cousins are married and have in-laws to visit and well the aunts and uncles now how in-laws visiting them..LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want my boys to have those same memories. I guess I'll have to wait until I get married to someone with a big happy family( eek did I just say that?) hmm must be lunch time, the lack of food is making me hallucinate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113147851899264151?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113147851899264151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113147851899264151' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113147851899264151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113147851899264151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/11/16-days-till-thanksgiving-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113139282679480760</id><published>2005-11-07T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T11:47:06.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT WEEKEND???</title><content type='html'>I don't know but this past weekend didn't count as a weekend, it was WAY to short. I want a repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up early in the morning Saturday and headed out to my favorite place...The Home Depot.&lt;br /&gt;Bought my primer and the "Christopher Robin Swing" green paint and looked to see how much its gonna cost me to do make my boy's room as nice as the one in the picture ( post below) and AAAAKKK the crown molding / the shelving or what ever its called, that goes across the middle of the walls, is gonna cost me more that the house its self. Ohhh well not really, but dang! That stuff is EXPENSIVE. So I started small...Bought the primer and the green paint and still debating if I will leave the top half of the walls the shade of blue it is now or go for the lighter blue. Got home and walked in the room... Its a really small room ...I will need to take out the furniture in order to paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm now where will I put the furniture in the mean time? I thought to myself. The garage was my first choice. Ok I go out to the garage and there is no way in hell that furniture fits in there. I have all my wedding junk in there still + my dads junk+ the rest of the family junk+the laundry stuff... So I think to myself...I guess I will have to clean out the garage first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I start to clear out the garage.. Where do I put all my wedding stuff? The spare room that is especially for my wedding stuff ( I just haven't came around to do it yet) so I started to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I have all my wedding stuff in the spare room... But there is sooo much junk in our garage that I just don't need. I'm thinking of having a garage sale, I need to get rid of a lot of JUNK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway...Yeah no painting this weekend. I'm almost done with the garage I just need to convince my Dad to throw out some nasty old dirty couches that are in there and there will be enough space for my son's bulky-way-too-expensive-bunk-bed-that-he-refuses-to-sleep-in- and his dresser. I want to sell the bunk bed as well, and buy him a twin bed and see if he will sleep in that. As you can see as the time time passed I just create more work for myself and no painting action! But while cleaning out some boxes I found my old highschool wallet FULL of pictures of my friends and myself. Oh man, talk about a drastic change. I'm gonna see if today I have a minute to sit down and scan them. I know most of you have a clue of how I look like ..( Trust me I do it for your own sake) but these are just too funny. I look soo different. I had a good laugh and I'm sure you will too. Hehehe! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email this morning from some pregnancy website that said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You only have 10 weeks left! You are 75% done with this pregnancy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was enough to wake me up this Monday morning...Holy cow! I sometimes feel like I'm soo ready and sometimes I freak out! I still haven't trained the chick that will cover me while I'm gone.. I still don't have the boy's room done , I still haven't saved enough $$ for my leave. I still need, need, need....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I think.. Screw work, the baby can sleep in my room forever, and the $$ issue, I guess this will be a good time to visit the Child support office. ( insert evil laugh here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok ok I'll be nice now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113139282679480760?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113139282679480760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113139282679480760' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113139282679480760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113139282679480760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-weekend.html' title='WHAT WEEKEND???'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113112649998717589</id><published>2005-11-04T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T09:48:20.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, now seriously, I think I gained 30 pounds this month. I took my belly picture last night and there is no way I have gotten THAT huge! Oh my god...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too ashamed to post the picture...so I wont. I dont know how I have the guts to go out in public like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much going on this weekend. My days at home are down to a minimal just for my sanity, if you know what I mean. And if I am at home I'm either in a room with the door shut working on my Baby's blanket that I'm making, or cleaning something. This weekend I will probably go to Home Depot to pick out the paint for the Boy's room. I still havent decided but thinking I might do this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/paint_pooh_classic_big_image.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The room right now is blue, like the the 4th one over on the top row.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/paint_pooh_palette.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I will probably prime all the room and start fresh... I kind dont like that shade of blue but it might work for the top half . I havent decided yet. My other choice is to paint the room Ivory and stencile paint a border.  I hate when I cant make up my mind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that all I'm planning to do this weekend. How about you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113112649998717589?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113112649998717589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113112649998717589' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113112649998717589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113112649998717589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/11/ok-now-seriously-i-think-i-gained-30.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113097508469648276</id><published>2005-11-02T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T09:09:45.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>100 things about me</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone else has one...why not me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm a Gemini , Born on May 27th 1981&lt;br /&gt;2. I was born in California&lt;br /&gt;3. I've always had long hair as a kid, my dad almost flipped when I cut it just above my shoulder at 17. Its now long again.&lt;br /&gt;4. I graduated highschool in 1999.&lt;br /&gt;5. I was born exactly 9 months after my mom and dad got married.&lt;br /&gt;6. I look like my mom physically but I have my dad's attitude. ( blame him for my bluntness)&lt;br /&gt;7. I' ve never been married&lt;br /&gt;8. When my oldest kid graduates highschool I'll be 37 years old.&lt;br /&gt;9. I still live with my parents.&lt;br /&gt;10. I have twin sisters that are 21.&lt;br /&gt;11. I learned how to drive at 15.&lt;br /&gt;12. I have no brothers.&lt;br /&gt;13. I've lived in the same city since 3 years of age.&lt;br /&gt;14. I've never been on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;15. I've never been on a public Bus&lt;br /&gt;16. I love Disneyland.&lt;br /&gt;17. I own a business.&lt;br /&gt;18. I walk fast.&lt;br /&gt;19. I also talk fast.&lt;br /&gt;20. I wear a size 7 1/2 shoe&lt;br /&gt;21. I love heels.&lt;br /&gt;22. I listen to Spanish music most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;23. My mom doesn't let us speak English in the house.&lt;br /&gt;24. My son doesn't like to speak Spanish ( no idea why)&lt;br /&gt;25. I cant stand slow drivers.&lt;br /&gt;26. I drive fast.&lt;br /&gt;27. I use to have a bad case of road rage. I once made a car drive off the road and turned over.&lt;br /&gt;28. I've been a nice driver ever since.&lt;br /&gt;29. I work 50 miles from home&lt;br /&gt;30. I love to drive&lt;br /&gt;31. I love my car, 2004 Rav 4 with a sunroof&lt;br /&gt;32. I pay way too much $$ for it each month&lt;br /&gt;33. My insurance is high due to # 26 and # 27&lt;br /&gt;34. My favorite store is Home Depot&lt;br /&gt;35. I want to own my own house one day&lt;br /&gt;36. But if I move out my parents wont be able to afford their home.&lt;br /&gt;37. My parents are very attached to my son.&lt;br /&gt;38. I love to play poker, I play rather often.&lt;br /&gt;39. My parents taught me to play poker.&lt;br /&gt;40. I miss my childhood holiday get togethers.&lt;br /&gt;41. I miss my grandma's home made tortillas.&lt;br /&gt;42. My grandma passes last December.&lt;br /&gt;43. I have no more living grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;44. I can lift one eyebrow&lt;br /&gt;45. I wear glasses&lt;br /&gt;46. I hate to take pictures, not very photogenic&lt;br /&gt;47. I'm not very social&lt;br /&gt;48. I laugh a lot&lt;br /&gt;49. I don't smoke, I don't know how&lt;br /&gt;50. I've never tried drugs&lt;br /&gt;51. I love beer, Coronas are my favorite&lt;br /&gt;52. I love to dance, cumbias are my favorite&lt;br /&gt;53. I HAVE to get pedicures and get nails done every two weeks&lt;br /&gt;54. My parents are from Mexico&lt;br /&gt;55. I used to be Daddy's little girl&lt;br /&gt;56. My sisters are pysco&lt;br /&gt;57. #56 is no lie&lt;br /&gt;58. I know how to cook, thanks to my mom&lt;br /&gt;59. I don't cook because I don't have the time&lt;br /&gt;60. I've been known for being blunt, I call it being honest&lt;br /&gt;61. I don't forgive as much as I would like to&lt;br /&gt;62. I want/ will get plastic surgery one day, when I need it.&lt;br /&gt;63. All my girl co workers have fake boobs, I'm the only one "natural" LOL&lt;br /&gt;64. I'm a young mom, and LOVE it!&lt;br /&gt;65. My son tells me I'm pretty&lt;br /&gt;66. My son is the greatest little boy in the world&lt;br /&gt;67. I always get compliments on how well behaved my son is&lt;br /&gt;68. My son looks like me&lt;br /&gt;69. My favorite TV show is George Lopez&lt;br /&gt;70. I'm an accountant&lt;br /&gt;71. My favorite candy is See's chocolates&lt;br /&gt;72. My favorite Starbuck's drink is a Vanilla Bean Frap. During the summer&lt;br /&gt;73. During the winter is a Caramel Apple Cider or Hot Cocoa&lt;br /&gt;74. I know how to knit, crochet and sew&lt;br /&gt;75. I don't have many friends&lt;br /&gt;76. I spend too much time on the internet&lt;br /&gt;77. I don't have much patients&lt;br /&gt;78. I don't know how to swim very well&lt;br /&gt;79. I love the beach&lt;br /&gt;80. My favorite flowers are orchids and Calla lilies&lt;br /&gt;81. I'm a wedding planner&lt;br /&gt;82. I own too many purses&lt;br /&gt;83. I bargain shop&lt;br /&gt;84. I love to give gifts&lt;br /&gt;85. I'm addicted to Germ X and Purel hand sanatizer&lt;br /&gt;86. I get bored easily&lt;br /&gt;87. I don't like to do laundry&lt;br /&gt;88. I cant stand stupid funny movies ( Ace Ventura, dumb and dumber, ect)&lt;br /&gt;89. I prefer an action movie&lt;br /&gt;90. I'm scared of the dark&lt;br /&gt;91. I'm scared of ghost&lt;br /&gt;92. I love the holidays&lt;br /&gt;93. I'm a meat eater&lt;br /&gt;94. I love Coke&lt;br /&gt;95. I don't spell check ( explains a lot huh?)&lt;br /&gt;96. I want to be the best mom ever&lt;br /&gt;97. I'm a clean freak&lt;br /&gt;98. I own too many DVD's&lt;br /&gt;99. I own too much makeup&lt;br /&gt;100. I'm so happy this list is finally done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113097508469648276?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113097508469648276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113097508469648276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113097508469648276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113097508469648276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/11/100-things-about-me.html' title='100 things about me'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113095683103829789</id><published>2005-11-02T10:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T15:56:56.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/luis%20008%20(2).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/luis%20008%20%282%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halloween was a lot of fun this year. Mr. Red Power Ranger got lots and lots of yummy candy. All which has ended up here at my office. There is no way I'm having that much candy laying around the house. Kid went through all the snickers bars that same night! But he did look cute with his steroid muscles didn't he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to report. I did take the day off yesterday. Had some blood work done that I have been putting off for a couple of weeks now, thought I would take advantage of the day off to do that. Other than that I didn't do much just cleaned my house, and watch Amityville Horror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the old version...Just because I'm the biggest chicken in the world and don't have the guts to watched he new one. I'm a BIG baby when it comes to scary movies. After watching Blair Witch Project I didn't go to my back yard at night for a year! After watching Sixth Sense I couldn't look at my rear view mirror at night while driving back home from the movies .. I don't know.. I just get scared easily. Anyway the movies was totally cheesy and I think I might be ready to watch the new version...Its been sitting in my movies rack for a month now. I still think its a bad Idea to watch it. Let me remind you that I do get up a least 10 times to go pee at night.. I don't think I will ever visit the bathroom at night after watching this movie. The movie also reminded me that my room is lacking a crucifix, gotta go get one now. LOL See I'm already scared...ayyy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a chance to talk to one of my good friends. Don't know if I ever mentioned it here but she had said earlier in the year that she was pregnant. She was due in October and since I don't talk to my friends that often I decided to give her a call. See if the baby was here, ect. . Last time I saw her was let see..In July? And told me she was having a boy but her parents didn't know yet..blah, blah, blah. I haven't talk to her since. I'm really bad at talking to people on the phone and keeping in touch. I'm so busy with work, kids, business , ect that I just don't have time to sit and chit chat. So I call her and her cell phone number is disconnected so I call her parents. I was talking to her mom and asked if she had had the baby yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer: "What Baby? She's not pregnant?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm ok very awkward situation. So mom knew nothing... So I guess the answer is no? Nope according to my buddy, she lost the baby. But living with her parents..Being at least 5 month pregnant. And losing it..I would think her mother would of know about this right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shrug shoulder*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling this was all a lie. Purpose? Who knows? I just cant imagine someone being 5-6 months pregnant, parents not knowing, and losing it and still parents not knowing...All while living at the the same house? Sounds a little fishy to me. But oh well, I kind of hope it was a lie and a baby was never there to loose in the first place. Know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. I also got a very pleasant surprise in the mail yesterday. My good friend from Vermont sent me my VERY first baby present! I was so surprised, I didn't expect it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/luis%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/200/luis%20010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/luis%20011.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/200/luis%20011.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't think I will be having a baby shower, this totally made me cry. &lt;&lt; see told you I cry alot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom threw me my Baby shower for my son .. being the first grand son and all..but I dont think she will be doing it again. She's not too excited about this baby. Sounds kind of mean but its true. And no this is not me exagerating either. But I wont get into that now... I guess I will include that on my "mom" post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I guess I end the post now before I come up with more boring stuff. Everyone enjoy thier Wednesday now. And to those celebrating. Happy day of the dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113095683103829789?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113095683103829789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113095683103829789' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113095683103829789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113095683103829789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/11/halloween-was-lot-of-fun-this-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113078818121538837</id><published>2005-10-31T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T12:38:35.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Anyone going trick or treating tonight? I know I am. My son would never go by a year without trick or treating. We've done it since his first year. First year he was a very chunky cow, the second year he was blues clues, the third year he was Batman, last year her was Spiderman, and this year he's gonna be a Red Power Ranger. Notice a trend here? As long as he doesn't ask to be a princess I think we are on the right track.&lt;br /&gt;I will be dressing up this year too. I'm gonna be the "woman that swallowed a pumpkin whole" LOL no kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday my mom informed me that she will be leaving to Mexico on Tuesday morning and I will have to find someone to take care of my son while she is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the short notice mom!&lt;br /&gt;She's going to Mexico to celebrate "Dias de los Muertos" which is Day of the dead, Nov 1st. SO now I have to either take the time off to take care of my son or ask for a miracle and find someone to care for him..This kind of ticks me off a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma ( my mom's mom) died last year in December and I totally understand ( in our tradition) to reserve a day to remember those loved ones that have left us but come on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't you take her flowers when she was alive?&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't you visit her on her birthdays and holidays when she was alive?&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't you "reserve" a day and make it special while she was alive?&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't you honor her and take the time off work to go see her while still alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this just sound stupid to me? Its is the hormones again? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a fan of visiting tombs and making special treats for the dead..I rather leave them alone say a little prayer for them and go my merry way. This is one thing I will tell my kids... Don't wait till I'm dead to bring me flowers and make me feel special... Do it now please. Thanks. I know this is her mom and all..I loved her too but I rather stay with my memories and not drive 4 hours to Mexico and go visit a cement stone with her name on it. JMO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm just being bratty that's all. SO I guess I'll take the day off and go do some blood work I need to get done before my next Doc. Appointment. Oh joy..Fun stuff. I know my kid will enjoy me being at home with him anyway, I will enjoy it too. By boss is pretty good at letting us take time off in short notices.. So I wont have any problem with that either. I guess I should stop bitching and get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my mom were/aren't very close. We just think very differently. She just has all her priorities in a different order than I do. She was raised that way, she doesn't know any better I guess. We knock heads a lot and living with her doesn't make it any easier. I also tend to hold back a lot of stuff in respect to her...She's my mom and shouldn't be saying anything bad about her but I guess I should dedicated a post about her one day. Just let it all out maybe I'll feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113078818121538837?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113078818121538837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113078818121538837' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113078818121538837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113078818121538837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113052094441032422</id><published>2005-10-28T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T10:35:44.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>LOL Glad you guys enjoyed my scary experience. I'm a ghost magnet...I have sooo many stories to tell but I don't feel like typing today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT'S FRIDAY! whoot whoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally..Time to rest and sleep in. You know every morning this weeks been soo foggy and chilly. I absolutley love this weather and wish I could stay in bed in my warm blanket...ahhhhh yes I love Saturday mornings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son ever since he was little has never woken me up... I swear. My poor kid is totally afraid of me, he's scared that I might get mad at him. Pobrecito, he's such an angel. Ever since I can remember he would wait until I open my eyes to make a sound. He would just lay down beside me and talk to himself, play with a toy or wait for my mom or one of my sisters to come get him...LOL oh man I've had it so easy. Now that he's older he does the same thing...He waits and waits until I open my eyes to ask if he can watch cartoons. I turn on the TV and I fall right back to sleep and I swear he stays there quietly watching TV until I get up..Once I get up he's gets all excited because mommy is going to stay with him... He hates it that I leave in the mornings... He feels lonely I guess. My mom takes care of him while I work, but my mom doesn't take the time to play with him or anything so he's practically "alone" all day.. Its heartbreaking to call home and hear that he misses me and to hurry home. =( &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/luis%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/200/luis%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/luis%20003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/200/luis%20003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some time I wish I was rich. Not to own a big house, nor a Bentley..But just so I can stay home with my babies and not go to work. Its my fault anyway... If I would of been smarter and waited to get married to have kids I might not of been in this situation. Oh I can go on forever on all the  "ifs" but the only one responsible for everything is me...So I shouldn't be  talking.&lt;br /&gt;You know what I hate about being pregnant? The stupid hormones... I'm usually pretty blunt and normally I don't cry much. But lately..I swear if a fly passes by my way I burst into tears... Its so flippin annoying.. I annoy myself! How can one annoy themselves?? You can tell just by looking at this post... I went from cheering at the fact its Friday to crying because I have to work to feed my kids...LOL oh man I'm a mess. Good thing I only have about 11 weeks to go...11 WEEKS PEOPLE! OMG! This kiddo is gonna be here in no time!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I guess I'll go and cry about this pregnancy almost being over ... uy its a never ending cycle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113052094441032422?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113052094441032422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113052094441032422' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113052094441032422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113052094441032422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/lol-glad-you-guys-enjoyed-my-scary.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113034836225685849</id><published>2005-10-26T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T10:39:22.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The unexplained</title><content type='html'>Ever have anything wierd happen to you? Maybe a ghost encounter or just an event that went by unexplained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its halloween time and thought I would share something that happened to be as a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I NEVER believed in ghost until this happened. When I was younger, my best friend used to live across the street. I always spent a lot of time at her house and vis versa. We were like maybe 11 or 12 years of age and were out of school for the summer. She used to have a much older brother that had his own part of the house to himself. We use to sneak into his room while he worked to watch cable. One day we were in there just watching MTV when the TV just turned off... cable box stayed on… we kind of looked at each other and got a little scared thinking we broke the damn TV!!. We tried to fix it but no luck so we decided to watch TV in the living room. I reached for the door and the door would not open. The door was not locked…we tried every which way to try and open it and it wouldn’t give. It felt as if someone on the other side was pulling it shut. We finally after much screaming and freaking out we managed to open the door and as soon as the door flew open we heard a man laugh. Now thinking that we had snuck in her brother’s room we thought immediately he had come home early and was playing a joke on us. We went all over the house looking for him but no luck. Laughing and thinking he was playing with us we went to the living room and continued our TV watching.  The phone rang and my friend picked it up. It was her brother asking for his Mom…My friend laughing said to stop playing that we knew it was him…he had no clue what we were talking about…not believing him we laughed, While my friend was on the phone we heard a loud noise in the kitchen.. As if all the dishes had fallen off the cupboards and broken on the floor…we both got up and ran to the kitchen to see what had happened… NOTHING! Not a dish out of place…we looked at each other and re assured ourselves of what we had heard. We walked, totally confused, back to the living room and TV was turned off… neither of us turned it off…again we looked at each other not quite registering what was happening. My friend still on the phone told her brother what was happening and in a very serious voice he said “Go to Vero’s house NOW!” She, very scared, told me to get out of the house… I agreed…we walked to the front door and again it would not open…now very freaked out we did EVERYTHING to open the door... practically in tears. Trying to get that door to open and again after a couple of seconds of fighting with it, out of nowhere it opened with out a hitch…as soon as the door opened the TV came back on FULL VOLUME and as my friend turned around to shut it off, I turned around to tell her to just leave it, as soon as I said that.. One of the chairs in the dinning room moved away from the table by its self…  I about died! I don’t think I had ever ran so fast in my life. My friend stayed over my house all that afternoon until her mom came home. Not believing what we had told her. We all went back to the house to find the chairs were back into place, TV on normal, but except for the walls… every picture in the wall was flipped upside down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113034836225685849?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113034836225685849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113034836225685849' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113034836225685849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113034836225685849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/unexplained.html' title='The unexplained'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-113019417158893368</id><published>2005-10-24T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T15:49:31.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An all - in - one</title><content type='html'>I went to a Juan Gabriel / Marco Antonio Solis concert this weekend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I'm gonna say is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;GAWD !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those men are geniuses! I absolutely loved loved loved the show! Like &lt;a href="http://www.gustavorojo.com/"&gt;Mr. Red&lt;/a&gt; said It so worth EVERY PENNY and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 hours of pure heaven! The energy.. The feeling to each song... Oh man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do have to admit..( in my best smoky from Friday voice ) I will never ever ever ever EVER attend a Juan Gabriel / Marco Antonio Solis / Vicente Fernadez / Ramon Ayala concert if I cant have a drink... Its just torture! I wont do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think when Juan Gabriel came out with his Mariachi my heart almost sank to the floor And what can I say of Marco... That mans knows how to put on a show! His orchestra is just AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell I loved the show? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so love Mexican music and our culture. I wouldn't trade it for the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So any way that was Saturday night. During the day I went baby shopping and got ALOT of more cloths and blankets, ect that I needed. Now all I need is the bedding. Did I tell you guys my boss gave me his daughter's crib. The crib was never used due to the fact that the little girl was a premie and had a heart condition and they used the bassinet most of the time or co-slept with them... Oh did I mention its from POTTERY BARN! Um yeah that's an almost $900 crib! SCORE! He also gave me a rocking chair and ottoman... LOVE that thing! How nice is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also need to head out to Home depot and start thinking what I'm gonna do to the kid's room. They will be sharing a room and want to make it boy cute..Not baby cute..Since my son wont like that LOL right now the room is just blue..blah! Ok side tracked again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday I went to a my Company picnic thing..It was a lot of fun..More fun than other years. My son had a blast on those darn jumpers. After that went home got the kid ready for bed by 6pm ( he was beat!) and I headed out to play some poker... I won $100 and should be spending that tonight when I go back to buy more baby stuff LOL hmm I might just get a massage...My back will soooooo apreciate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my fun filled weekend! I'm beat today. I think I over did it a little yesterday. I didn't get home till 2am..Not a good Idea if you plan to be up by 6am to head to work the next morning. But made it through the day. I only have a couple of more hours to go and I will be heading to my casita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a good one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-113019417158893368?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/113019417158893368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=113019417158893368' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113019417158893368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/113019417158893368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/all-in-one.html' title='An all - in - one'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112991570440361635</id><published>2005-10-21T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T10:35:12.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged...Its Friday! whoohooo!</title><content type='html'>Three names I go by:&lt;br /&gt;1. Vero&lt;br /&gt;2. Mommy&lt;br /&gt;3. Roni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three screen names I have had:&lt;a id="more-261"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. La_Vero&lt;br /&gt;2. Raiderette&lt;br /&gt;3. mommyofone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things I like about myself:&lt;br /&gt;1. My legs&lt;br /&gt;2. My Hair&lt;br /&gt;3. My Hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things I don't like about myself:&lt;br /&gt;1. My face&lt;br /&gt;2. My feet&lt;br /&gt;3. My big o'l butt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three parts of my heritage:&lt;br /&gt;1. Mexican&lt;br /&gt;2. Mexican&lt;br /&gt;3. Mexican&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that scare me:&lt;br /&gt;1. bridges&lt;br /&gt;2. lossing my son (s)&lt;br /&gt;3. Ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of my everyday essentials:&lt;br /&gt;1. A kiss from my son&lt;br /&gt;2. Water&lt;br /&gt;3. my cell phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of my favorite musical artists:&lt;br /&gt;1. Marco Antonio Solis&lt;br /&gt;2. Antonio Aguilar&lt;br /&gt;3. Laura Pausini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of my favorite songs:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ahora Quien - Marc Anthony&lt;br /&gt;2. La Farsante- Juan Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;3. Que lloro- Sin Bandera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I want [have] in a relationship:&lt;br /&gt;1. Love&lt;br /&gt;2. Honesty&lt;br /&gt;3. Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three LIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm nice, sweet, and I never have anything bad to say/think&lt;br /&gt;2. I like Reggeton and Pasito Duranguense&lt;br /&gt;3. I drive at speed limit ( bwahahahaha I'm so going to hell for this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three TRUTHS:&lt;br /&gt;1. I love my kid (s) and love being pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;2. I suffer from road rage&lt;br /&gt;3. I like my space.. I dont mind being alone sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three physical things about the opposite sex that appeal to me:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;2. Eyes&lt;br /&gt;3. Smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of my favorite hobbies:&lt;br /&gt;1. Play Poker&lt;br /&gt;2. Watch Movies with my kid&lt;br /&gt;3. Read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I want to do really badly now:&lt;br /&gt;1. Pee ( no... seriously!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Have a BEER or a Long Island Iced Tea ... oh man!&lt;br /&gt;3. Hold my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three careers I've considered:&lt;br /&gt;1. Marine biologist&lt;br /&gt;2. Fashion / Interioir Designer&lt;br /&gt;3. Florist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three places I want to go on vacation:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ixtapa Ziuatanejo (sp??)&lt;br /&gt;2. Germany&lt;br /&gt;3. New York ( during X mas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three kid's names I like:&lt;br /&gt;1. Natalia&lt;br /&gt;2. Eduardo&lt;br /&gt;3. Nicolas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things I want to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;1. Win the Lotto&lt;br /&gt;2. Own a house&lt;br /&gt;3. Own a business and raise my kids to be good people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three ways that I am stereotypically a boy:&lt;br /&gt;1. I drink beer&lt;br /&gt;2. I check my car's oil, coolant, ect.&lt;br /&gt;3. I LOVE Home depot / Lowes ( I even fix things..lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three ways that I am stereotypically a girl:&lt;br /&gt;1. I love to buy Makup..I have 3 makeup bags/boxes full&lt;br /&gt;2. I have one too many purses and heels ( that I cant wear by the way..grrr)&lt;br /&gt;3. I get my nail done and pedicures religously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three celebrity crushes:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://www.esmas.com/espectaculos/artistas/315903.html"&gt;Mauricio&lt;/a&gt; Islas&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a href="http://www.esmas.com/espectaculos/artistas/305459.html"&gt;Jorge Salinas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.esmas.com/espectaculos/farandula/375099.html"&gt;Saul Lizaso&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( As you can see I like older men lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three people that I would like to see post this meme: Uff every one has done this..so If you havent do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112991570440361635?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112991570440361635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112991570440361635' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112991570440361635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112991570440361635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/ive-been-taggedits-friday-whoohooo.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged...Its Friday! whoohooo!'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112975999276991542</id><published>2005-10-19T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T15:13:12.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All about my Son</title><content type='html'>I never really talk about my son do I ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/luis%20002%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Luis is 4 years old. He's always been a really good boy. He has never thrown a fit a store before *knock on wood* he never talks back and he has never thrown a temper tantrum. He knows when no is no and he knows ( for the most part) the difference between whats wrong from good. He's well mannered, Well he gets his please's and thank you's a little messed up. Instead of saying "no, thank you" he says "no, please" LOL He cant stand anyone being mad at him. He will make every effort to make you happy again. He's also very friendly and says hello to every person he meets. He loves to play hide and go seek and loves to draw. He can draw a full person, and can write his name. He can count to 20 in English but only to 10 in Spanish. He has known his ABC's since he was 2 1/2. He knows every color except purple he calls that one grape. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He's a very loving child that HATES to be alone. He can't be in a room alone day or night. He tells me he missed me every day when I come home from work. He gets a blessing from me, dad, and grandpa every night and gets a blessing from everyone every time he leaves the house. He says I love you 100 times a day and kisses me for no reason... In the hand, arm, head... He just loves to give kisses. He CAN NOT live with out his blanket. He loves to be wrapped up in his blanket even when its 100 degrees out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He knows my first name but can't quiet say it right. He says Ve-o-i-ca. When you ask him his name he says Luis Adrian. He kisses my belly every day and says "I love you little brother" to my tummy. I once was tieing my yoga pants and he said to please be careful or else I will make the baby cry. I once was eating a toco, he came to me very serious and said " My little brother doesn't like tacos" and ordered me to stop eating. He gave me a banana instead. He says the my vitamins are medicine for the baby and reminds me every night to take them. You ask him what will be the name of the baby and he says "Luis just like me". He also agreed to share his blanket with his little brother, but only for a little while.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;His favorite character is Sponge Bob. His favorite cartoon is Jimmy Neutron. He owns every Disney movie EVER made and can tell when one is missing. He loves trains and duckys ..Yes the rubber yellow ducks. He always has to bath in bubbles... And only uses baby lotion... Try anything else he will not let you put it on... Specially if its Mommy's. He calls his hair do a "hair cut"... He's always asking me to fix his hair cut or ask to please don't mess up his hair cut. If he want something I have he wont ask directly, he'll say instead " Mom, you have to share" but he still wont share what he has...Working on that. He's favorite place to eat is Jack in the Box, chicken strip meal with a strawberry fanta. Oh and don't forget the Ranch...He will not eat without his ranch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well all in a nut shell he's is a super kid, that EVERY child care provide I've had just enjoys taking care of him. He's my sunshine and love him to pieces. I just pray that he will continue to be as loving, humble, well mannered Kid as he's been so far. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/luis%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah...he loves to take pictures. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112975999276991542?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112975999276991542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112975999276991542' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112975999276991542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112975999276991542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/all-about-my-son.html' title='All about my Son'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112965733177287944</id><published>2005-10-18T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T14:30:36.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for a new Camera...</title><content type='html'>I've been wanting a new camera for a while now. I currently own ( and is MIA still!) a Casio 5.00 Mega pixels. At the time a 5 mp was as good as you could get for $400. I really love the camera, great features, pictures are "good" and it worked for me, I originally bought it for my wedding business...Build a portfolio of events I did . But after I dropped it a couple of times and left in a my car under 120 degree Vegas heat it hasn't been the same anymore. I noticed it has slowed down quite a bit and well its not my new shiny camera anymore. So I want another one. I don't want to spend a fortune on a new one because knowing me by next spring I will want another one ( and will buy it) soooo I've been shoppin around and have narrowed my search to three potention cameras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 The Nikon- Not too familiar with this brand but this camera is so darn cute! Its soooo small and I just love it! The one that I liked is all in silver.Its a 7.2 mega pixel and it cost about $349...Roughly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/nikon1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;#2 The Sony - This one is also a 7.2 Mega pixel and cost around $369.00 Cute and little as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/sony-cybershot-dscp200-177x1501.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;there's another Cybershot one that just came out that is a 8.1 mega pixel and a touch LCD screen...It pretty neat I think that one cost around $450.00 .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And #3 The Olympus- This one is a 8.0 Mega pixel. The is basically a camera for dummies like me. It has this edge protector around it so if I drop it or leave it in extreme heat it wont harm it..LOL this one is $399.99&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/olym.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know much about Cameras ( or technology for that matter) I just think these were cute. LOL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bottom line is, all I want are crystal clear pictures. I just LOVE &lt;a href="http://mamac-ta.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cara's&lt;/a&gt; pictures. ( I know I already emailed her and asked what kind of camera she uses LOL) and well I want nice pictures too. These had great reviews on clarity and well I cant decide. Your help will be greatly appreciated!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now for my old camera...I will probably give it away...Like I do with all my stuff. I also have the photo printer to go with it. I think the printer sucks but that's only me. I know a few peep that would love this hand-me-over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112965733177287944?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112965733177287944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112965733177287944' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112965733177287944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112965733177287944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/time-for-new-camera.html' title='Time for a new Camera...'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112956696811970915</id><published>2005-10-17T09:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T09:36:08.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still alive!</title><content type='html'>Geez sorry for leaving you guys in the dark ... I never knew people actually cared for me =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I went to the Doc. On Friday. My cold is GONE! *about time* seemed I was sick forever!&lt;br /&gt;I also had my prenatal check up. Baby is DEFINITELY a boy! No doubt about it! YAYYYYY . So for those of you doubting { ajem my mom and sister} I got an ultrasound and well let just say I'm having a 'BIG' boy LOL.&lt;br /&gt;He weighs 2 whole pounds now and measures about 13 inches! I only have 13 weeks left... 13! ACKKK time flies. I can confess I'm not ready... I have nothing ready for this baby..Not even a name.I guess we can call him Baby for the rest of his life. Oh yeah and total weight gain since conception? 7 pounds. Not bad eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm officially retired from Weddings for the next 6 months or so. I'm excited... I'm looking forward to normal weekends without work and lots of kid time. Now I have the time to actually get stuff done at home.&lt;br /&gt;I figured out what wrong with me. I guess when your pregnant you come to a nesting period where all you want to do is clean and get ready for the coming baby. I knew there was an explanation for this urge,I was never this way. I mean.. I cleaned my house but never was I cleaning the bathroom floors on my hands in knees with a toothbrush in hand. I wish I was kidding. I'm also VERY sensible to ANY smell so if something smells funny its getting washed, bleached, or scrubbed. I can smell a used sponge a mile away. Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the weather...I have learned to watch for what I wish for. It rained..um I mean stormed all day yesterday and today. Don't get me wrong I LOVE this weather, its nice a cool.. Holiday feel in the air ..JUST LOVE IT!!... Its the getting out of the house that I don't like... All I wanted to do this morning was to stay in my warm bed, cuddling with my son and watch TV all day. Eh didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my weekend for ya! Nothing exciting just work, rain, clean and oh yeah and Sunday afternoon spent at Chuck E Cheeses...What a mad house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112956696811970915?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112956696811970915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112956696811970915' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112956696811970915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112956696811970915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/im-still-alive.html' title='I&apos;m still alive!'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112915597487006612</id><published>2005-10-12T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T15:26:14.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant talk but I sure can Type...I try to</title><content type='html'>Yeah...Not any better. I called my Doc, and asked ( actually begged) for some meds...Anything!&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm talking Tylenol Cold... *sigh.. Cant say its helped much. I haven't had a voice since last night. More than one might say its a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing special to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to get better while working and getting ready for a wedding this weekend. So work, work, work and more work. No rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so ready for Fall weather..Its still wrickedly hot here... Tomorrow we will be in the 90-100's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it cold out where you guys are?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If so ..I'm jealous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112915597487006612?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112915597487006612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112915597487006612' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112915597487006612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112915597487006612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-cant-talk-but-i-sure-can-typei-try.html' title='I cant talk but I sure can Type...I try to'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112898498049410996</id><published>2005-10-10T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T15:56:20.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again</title><content type='html'>I have a cold... Again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the last cold didn't  go away completely. Now I'm REALLY sick. So sucks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't do much this weekend since I spent most of it in bed, sick, and grumpy. Well technically I got sick on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I cleaned. I don't know what's up lately. I have this cleaning erge all of a sudden. Before if I didn't vacuum everyday it was fine..Now I have to do it daily even twice a day... My kid even ask " mom are you gonna vacuum again?' LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went to play a little poker. Yes, those who know me know that I love to play poker. I don't gamble...Just play for fun and it so happens that money is involved...LOL. I visit my local Indian reservation casino. I think that's what got me stick. It was kind of hot inside and I stepped out at 1am in the cold with no jacket. Oh well but I came out $300 richer LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was an alright day. Considering it was Monday. I think all the rest/sleep I got Sunday did a little good. I'm not on any meds just soup, teas, and rest. I don't feel too bad but the congestion is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you might already tell I don't have much to write about. I wont even mention that I owe you guys some pictures. I haven't forgotten...Really I haven't but I haven't been able to locate my camera yet. I will look for it tonight I have nothing else to do.&lt;br /&gt;To all ,,,a good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112898498049410996?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112898498049410996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112898498049410996' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112898498049410996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112898498049410996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112870752166209184</id><published>2005-10-07T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T10:52:32.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy at 6 + months along</title><content type='html'>I know I've said this before but...I'm bigger than a cow! It ridiculous..And my family agrees...Nice of them huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sat in my couch fooling around in my laptop last night ...My sister comes and sits next to me and turn on the TV..She turns and says " you know, you are as big now as when you were ready to pop with Luis ( my son)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Mouth drop*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent for a second... Close my laptop...Stand up...Start walking and say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'm fat because I'm pregnant..What's your excuse?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and continue walking to my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sisters and I fight all the time but come on? Was that necessary? geez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to admit...I'm a little on the big side... I don't get it... According to my home scale I'm only about 4-5 lbs over my original start weight..Which I think is considered ok since most of the girls I know have gained 10-20 lb ALREADY! ( I'm talking about some girls on a pregnancy forum I'm a member of) I have a Doctors appointment next Friday so I will be asking him what might be causing this supa huge belly of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baby's is a kickaholic! This little bean can wake me up out of a dead sleep with one of his martial arts moves. I can even see my belly moved when he is.. Looks kind of weird ..Like from out of an "Alien" movie or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started to waddle. I also walk a lot slower now..Did I mention I'm only 6 months...Well almost 7 but still...I still have 3 whole months to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aches and pains? Oh many... My lower back is just killing me at the end of the day...Maybe cause I sit on my fat ass all day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats pretty much it..Other than that I'm feeling pretty good. I'm still sleeping through the night with out any trouble. I gotta enjoy it now ..Might not be the same story when the baby comes...Unless he turns out just like my first. Yes, my son slept through the night as a newborn.. I told you I'm lucky, now you know why my mom wants to curse me... =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112870752166209184?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112870752166209184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112870752166209184' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112870752166209184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112870752166209184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/pregnancy-at-6-months-along.html' title='Pregnancy at 6 + months along'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112861390842645786</id><published>2005-10-06T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T08:52:42.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Following orders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.la-bella.net/"&gt;La_Bella&lt;/a&gt; DEMANDED I post this so her it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little info on me by just using my Birthdate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You entered: 5/27/1981&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your date of conception was on or about 3 September 1980.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were born on a Wednesday under the astrological sign Gemini.&lt;br /&gt;Your Life path number is &lt;a href="http://www.astrology-numerology.com/num-lifepath.html#lp6"&gt;6&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;The Julian calendar date of your birth is 2444751.5.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="javascript:popUp("&gt;golden&lt;/a&gt; number for 1981 is 6.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;a href="javascript:popUp("&gt;epact&lt;/a&gt; number for 1981 is 24.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year 1981 was not a leap year.&lt;br /&gt;As of 10/6/2005 11:41:53 AM CDTYou are 24 years old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 293 months old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 1,271 weeks old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 8,898 days old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 213,563 hours old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 12,813,821 minutes old.&lt;br /&gt;You are 768,829,313 seconds old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 233 days till your next birthday on which your cake will have 25 candles on it.&lt;br /&gt;Those 25 candles produce 25 BTU's,or 6,300 calories of heat (that's only 6.3000 food Calories!) .&lt;br /&gt;You can boil 2.86 US ounces of water with that many candles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1981 there were approximately 3.6 million births in the US.&lt;br /&gt;In 1981 the US population was approximately 226,545,805 people, 64.0 persons per square mile.&lt;br /&gt;In 1981 in the US there were 2,438,000 marriages (10.6%) and 1,219,000 divorces (5.3%)&lt;br /&gt;In 1981 in the US there were approximately 1,990,000 deaths (8.8 per 1000)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birthstone is Emerald The Mystical properties of Emerald&lt;br /&gt;Though not meant to replace traditional medical treatment, Emerald is used for physical and emotional healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lists consider these stones to be your birthstone. (Birthstone lists come from Jewelers, Tibet, Ayurvedic Indian medicine, and other sources)&lt;br /&gt;Agate, Chrysoprase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birth tree is&lt;br /&gt;Ash Tree, the Ambition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncommonly attractive, vivacious, impulsive, demanding, does not care for criticism, ambitious, intelligent, talented, likes to play with its fate, can be egoistic, very reliable and trustworthy, faithful and prudent lover, sometimes brains rule over heart, but takes partnership very serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 80 days till Christmas 2005!&lt;br /&gt;The moon's phase on the day you were born was waning crescent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;impulsive, demanding, egoistic, and ambitious? little old me? hahahahah dang I wonder who they been talkin' too?? lol &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112861390842645786?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112861390842645786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112861390842645786' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112861390842645786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112861390842645786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/following-orders.html' title='Following orders'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112854214311390362</id><published>2005-10-05T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T12:55:43.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to remember...</title><content type='html'>I was talking to a good friend this morning and remembered something funny that happened to me last weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While pumping gas on Sunday I was approached by a stranger that had been pumping gas on the other side of the same pump I was using .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed him looking at me but I just kind of ignored him thinking he must be looking at something else and continued my business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he was done pumping he nicely approached me and introduced himself and asked for my name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of gave him a weird looked and said my name with a puzzled look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kind of giggled and said "I was wondering if you were married or if the father of your baby was involved"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't quite grasp what he was trying to tell me and gave him an "excuse me?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled and said " yeah, don't think I'm weird or anything.. I usually don't do this but I was wondering If I could have your number that is if you were not married nor involved with your baby's father"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said something about him being a great guy and all and some other stuff that I don't remember entirely ..I kind of tuned him out after he asked for my number...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood there...Quiet... Not knowing how to respond.&lt;br /&gt;Was this guy for real? Was this really happening? Me? Getting hit on being 6 months pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally nicely said " I don't think so, sorry"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got into my car and drove off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LMAO! I laughed about this all the way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112854214311390362?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112854214311390362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112854214311390362' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112854214311390362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112854214311390362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-to-remember.html' title='Things to remember...'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112844869611435011</id><published>2005-10-04T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T10:58:16.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear of Labor</title><content type='html'>Yes...I will admit it I'm horrified! I know this is my second child but the first one didn't count..So says my mom. She has Jinxed me and said I will pay for it this time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you the story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was due May 17, 2001. So I wasn't expecting any "Labor action" for a while. On May 9th my mom and I had gone shopping for mothers day. We were planning to have a little get together on May 10th at my house with my mom. Grandma (RIP), and aunts to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;After hours of walking around the mall and stuff, I got home took a shower and went to my OB appointment that afternoon. While Doctor was checking me "down there" I heard an " Oh my god"&lt;br /&gt;That is the last thing you want to hear when a Doc. Is looking at you from that angle.&lt;br /&gt;I said " what?!?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;he said " you are dilated to 5, dont you feel anything?"&lt;br /&gt;I, in shock said "NO!"&lt;br /&gt;He said if I didn't go into labor that night, I would need to  walk in to the hospital the next morning at 9am and he would induce me.&lt;br /&gt;I of course was shocked, scared, excited, nervous...EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home and nada! No pain, no nothing. Slept through the night like a baby..Well I tried..My mom kept waking me up asking if I was feeling anything. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up the next morning, had breakfast ..Took my time and went to the hospital at 9:30am. The doc was waiting for me at the Maternity ward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got hooked up to all the medical equipment and started the pitocine around 11am. Still no pain. I would feel the contractions..But it was not painful at all. My mom of course started calling everyone she knew that It was time and stuff. I had My aunt, my cousin, and my sisters all in my room. Watching me... Like a circus act or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin that was there has 6 kids herself. 1 boy and 5 girls. She kept telling me her stories about how HORRIBLE her first baby was and blah blah blah..And my mom decided to tell me the story of when I was born...28 hours of labor, I was over 8lbs!!..I wasn't liking what I was hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 2pm I got checked and I was dilated to 8. I was still in no pain and didn't even seem as I was in labor at all. That's when the doc suggested to think about any Medications. He suggested the Epidural. He explained that once he breaks my water the pain was going to be VERY unbearable for 2 reasons.&lt;br /&gt;1. I was on pitocine, this med makes your contraction 10x more  painful than normal labor.&lt;br /&gt;2. I haven't been in pain..So I didn't have a chance to " get use to pain" as it increased..I was going from feeling nothing to off the charts pain.&lt;br /&gt;I kept saying no no I'm fine..The doc said ok..Just let me know if you change your mind. He proceeded to breaking my water. I must say that is the wierdest feeling. It felt like I just peed on myself. Yuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK . Now for the first "real" contraction I thought I was gonna die! The minute the contraction was felt I told the nurse..."um yeah can you tell my doc that I changed my mind..The Epi will be just wonderful"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 2:30 the anthologies was in and gave me my Epi. Many people ask if it hurts...But it doesnt I didn't feel a thing! That stuff is  God sent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was all nice and numb and got checked again by the doc and I was fully dilated by 3:00pm.&lt;br /&gt;I was ready to push. Ok pushing when you cant feel a thing is kind of funny. I was laughing a joking through the whole thing. I pushed a total of 3 times. And the kid just slipped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby weighed 7 lb 0 oz. Measured 19 inches. By 3:30 I was all cleaned up and baby in my arms...Ready to go home...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and aunt could not believe what they just saw..My cousin told the Doc that I need to do that again because it was just no fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you see... I have been bragging about my labor experience for 4 years now... I'm sooooo scared I will pay for it this time around. My mom said I better...Or else! She doesnt understand why I have such great luck...I haven't been the greatest person in the world to deserve such a thing. THIS IS MY MOTHER TALKING....geez give me a break!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112844869611435011?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112844869611435011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112844869611435011' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112844869611435011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112844869611435011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/fear-of-labor.html' title='Fear of Labor'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112837132762985014</id><published>2005-10-03T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-03T13:28:47.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend, candles, drama and more!</title><content type='html'>HEY ALL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend went by like a breeze. Saturday I cleaned and cleaned till I couldn't clean anymore! My back ached so bad I couldn't sleep at night. I cleaned out my room. Just wedding misc. Stuff I had laying around ...Sewing machine, a table, rolls after rolls of fabric, ect. All of that stuff was moved to my new spare bedroom. I also cleaned out my sons room. All of his toy boxes ( yes this kids had more than one ) all moved to the spare bedroom as well. I also went shopping at babies r us. I went to shop for a baby shower I will not be attending but bought a gift to ship out to my dear friend. I couldn't resist and bought more baby cloths for my baby. All green color clothing LOL... My mom is not convinced of the sex of this baby either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I went to my good friend Ana's lovely house and attended a Partylite party! Its was totally fun and expensive. Geez, these parties are dangerous....They get you hooked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( must say my office smells divine today... Like honeydew..LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was sooo nice to finally meet her in person. She so sweet and funny! I had tons of fun and my son did too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything would of ended with my son and I watching toys story for the 100th time this week in bed but kid's dad had to ruin it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont go into detail since I know most of you don't like to listen to others bitch about their drama in their life so I will just keep it to my self. I know thats what blogs are for but don't want to bore ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend.. I will update ( I hope) with those damn pictures of the devils room soon. I cant find my stupid camera...I have a feeling my son took possession of it. He "tried" to tell me a story about how he took a picture of the toilet... hmm? Makes me wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112837132762985014?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112837132762985014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112837132762985014' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112837132762985014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112837132762985014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/10/weekend-candles-drama-and-more.html' title='Weekend, candles, drama and more!'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112811620616220588</id><published>2005-09-30T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T14:36:46.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Runny noses and more</title><content type='html'>Yes still sick.. I need some Theraflu but doubt I can have any. I have to consult my Prego book to find out what type of meds I can have other that stupid Tylenol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Kid is doing much better though. He's out and about like nothing happened while I'm miserable at work, pregnant, and sick with whatever he gave me . Thanks GOD for Fridays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just thinking that I don't have anything to do this weekend...In a way its nice but after this week-of-hell I need SOMETHING to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one of my online friends heard me and was nice enough to invite me to a candle party at her house! Candles are one of my guilty pleasures... I cant have enough of candles around the house. I need to stock up on fall scented candles...yummmmm cinnamon apple are my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait ANA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other than that I plan to do nothing...Just get better. How about you guys? Any special plans for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one stay safe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112811620616220588?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112811620616220588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112811620616220588' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112811620616220588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112811620616220588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/runny-noses-and-more.html' title='Runny noses and more'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112801255259412516</id><published>2005-09-29T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T09:49:12.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delay guys, Its been a looooong week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday night I took my mom to the ER. She's been having a side pain for a weekend now and her Doctor thought it might be her Gall bladder so they sent her to the Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there at 9pm. Went throughout SOOOO many test and NOTHING! It was not gallstones, kidney stones, nor her appendix. Sent her home at 7am... Yes at 7am Tuesday morning! Of course I stayed with her all night ...Sitting.. In the trauma room for 10 long hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called in at work and took the day off and slept all day Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to work on Wednesday and I get home and my kid is now sick. He had a slight fever last night and a runny nose. Guess who stayed up with him all night? Yeap, me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may have now noticed, I'm having a pretty stinky week so far. I'm not feeling so hot myself. I think I got what my kid got. And the lack of sleep is not helping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to do in crawl back into bed and SLEEP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112801255259412516?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112801255259412516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112801255259412516' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112801255259412516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112801255259412516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/sorry-for-delay-guys-its-been-looooong.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112776730917610252</id><published>2005-09-26T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T13:41:49.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid thing..</title><content type='html'>I had typed this long entry pictures and all and stupid blooger decided to do a "scheduled maintenance" crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrrrrrrggg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back in a bit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112776730917610252?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112776730917610252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112776730917610252' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112776730917610252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112776730917610252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/stupid-thing.html' title='Stupid thing..'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112750907270733102</id><published>2005-09-23T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T13:57:52.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yay for Fridays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week as you know I have been working on my Parents room. Well I forgot to take the before pictures. Well I didn't forget, just that my dad decided to help while I was at work and by the time I got home yesterday all the paint was stripped with acetone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was kind of glad he helped, but bummed I didn't get to take the horrid pictures of the devil's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. I'll still post pictures of how nice and clean and normal the room looks now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys have any plans for the weekend?&lt;br /&gt;I have a stupid wedding on Saturday. I have one more wedding in October and I'm done for the next 6 month or so. YAY! The extra money I was making sure will be missed but the drama will not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be taking advantage of that time to learn something new. I want to still have a little from-home-business but not sure what type yet. Something that doesn't deal with weddings necessarily. We'll see. Once I get my office and everything organized I will make my final decision. I want to eventually leave my job and stay at home with my kids while making good money and not depend on a spouse. I know I can do it...I just have to learn to have patience with needy ( drama queen) clients. That's all =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok guys I hope you all have a wonderful weekend! Please pray for those who are in the way of the hurricane. May everyone be safe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112750907270733102?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112750907270733102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112750907270733102' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112750907270733102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112750907270733102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/yay-for-fridays-so-this-week-as-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112734242614195123</id><published>2005-09-21T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T15:40:26.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>Dang ..Its only Wednesday??? I though it was Friday already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been keeping myself busy. I have a wedding this weekend *agggg*&lt;br /&gt;So I have been busy washing, pressing, steaming, and folding 200+ Covers and sashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND also have been fixing a room for my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister moved out a couple of month ago and my mom decided she wanted to move in to her room.&lt;br /&gt;Reasons? Well my house is built a little weird. I live in a 5 bedroom ( one story) house. The rooms are built hotel like one. One long ass hall with doors. 8 Doors to be exact. 5 bedrooms, one bath, one closet and the garage. My mom's room is at the end of the hall next to the garage. Her room is big but very narrow. For some reason the AC /heating doesn't work in that room. So She wants to move in to my sisters room which is little smaller but its not hidden and it had working vents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is a Freak. She likes red and black and dresses gothic like. She had a bright idea of painting a border of red and black checkers on the walls . And the closet doors are all painted red and black. It looks horrid in there. So I'm helping my mom put up a nice border to cover the border she painted and paint her closet doors. Its not easy to cover up black and red paint.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'll see if I remember to take a picture to give you an idea of what it looks like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I get my mom ( why do I keep saying mom...Its my dad's room too LOL) moved in there I will convert her old room into an office / whatever room. My computer, desk, wedding stuff will go into that room. Fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that...Everything is the same-old crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to update ..For the heck if it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone's week is going well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112734242614195123?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112734242614195123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112734242614195123' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112734242614195123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112734242614195123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112716317938826310</id><published>2005-09-19T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T14:25:44.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You wanna face?</title><content type='html'>Goodness gracious ..You don't know what your are saying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh.. I kid Kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days I will have the energy to put on some make up or even wax my eyebrows and I'll take a picture. Lately its just not happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this post will be ALL over the place so bare with me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the belly compliments and by no means its small nor cute...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julissa, I have to take a front picture.. I'm carrying so different than my first that I don't know what to think anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my son to the County Fair this weekend. I almost paid a psychic (sp?) $20 to tell me what I was having..LOL but I don't really believe in those things so I passed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was hell of fun. I ate SO much! Everything from great BBQ and corn on the cob to funnel cakes and ice cream.. Oh man I was stuffed! oink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="208" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/Camer%208-29-05%200171.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well my insurance still denied my claim so I took a deep breath and fixed it out-of -pocket. And today is the first day driving it! I'm so excited! My cute Rav 4 sat in my drive way for 6 whole months waiting on that stupid insurance to accept my claim but they didn't budge. I might get a lawyer but not sure yet. For now I will enjoy the last days of summer with my sunroof wide open. =0)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112716317938826310?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112716317938826310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112716317938826310' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112716317938826310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112716317938826310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-wanna-face.html' title='You wanna face?'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112690896482388313</id><published>2005-09-16T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T15:16:04.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Belly Pic.. 22 weeks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/22%20week%20belly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/320/22%20week%20belly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did ya think I had forgotten? Well I did but I remember today. hehe&lt;br /&gt;Here you see my big-o-belly at 5 and a half months , Imagine when I get to January?? Oh my ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the Doc yesterday. I gained 6 LB in 4 weeks!! Well its not THAT bad. I had lost pounds in the first trimester, about 7 to be exact. So technically I'm back to where I started from. I still weight the same as I weighed pre-pregnancy. Plan to keep it that way. I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also talked to my Doc about any future ultrasounds. I explained to him that the Ultrasound tech I had gone to ( the medical one not the 3D one) couldn't tell me what I was having. To my deception he said I will not be getting anymore of those kind of ultrasounds unless its medically necessary, which is not thank god!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT he said, let us use my machine ( which is a little out dated) and take a look. So he did an ultrasound on me and was looking at the baby and I, out of nowhere said, " I have a feeling its a boy" ( lol, just to test him) and you know what he said?? " I wouldn't be so sure about that!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gasp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that he's looking at the baby and there are no obvious boy parts. Hes still a little bit small but he's said not to bet money on that boy. He will be doing another ultrasound on me at my next appointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have to scan the ultrasound picture that the 3D ultrasound tech gave me and ask you guys to help me. I'm doubting now. The picture shows what could be the testicles but there is no pee pee. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if its not a boy?? I will have to do A LOT of returning that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, its firday right? Weekend plans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me? none&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112690896482388313?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112690896482388313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112690896482388313' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112690896482388313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112690896482388313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/belly-pic-22-weeks.html' title='Belly Pic.. 22 weeks.'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112680912371446387</id><published>2005-09-15T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T11:33:31.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You ask I answer!</title><content type='html'>Julissa Asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you worn a two piece bathing suit while pregnant? Would you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh that would be a definite NO! I have a weird thing about bare pregnant bellies. Some have cute ones..Some don't..I feel I don't. I wore a Tankini this summer...Which speared the sight of my belly =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julianne asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In your way, what is it like to be pregnant?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the reason why people tell you to wait and see is because really there is no words to describe it. I'm not sure if you want to know more about how it feels physically or emotionally. Physically for me is the same as normal..Just a big belly. Some are not as lucky. Emotionally its probably the most magical thing ever put on earth. Sorry but its something you DO have to wait and see =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MJ Asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did you meet your boyfriend?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, back in 1999 at a kid's party my friend invited me to. During the day I had seen him around, never really noticed him only when my friend would poke me on my ribs and say " look, look, here he comes again" pretty much just ignored her. When it was time to leave I remember Him and a friend following us to our car and stopped us just before taking off. He introduced himself to me and exchanged numbers and from then on my life has been hell =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did you choose your little boy's name?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it was a tough one.. His dad wanted me to name him Jose Manuel..Which I wouldn't of mind if I didn't hated the name Jose. Then though about Adrian. I loved Adrian but as we all know in the English language Adrian can also be a Girls name ..Then I though about my Dad. My Dad only had us girls and really didn't even have a chance to name any of his kids after him..So I decided to name him Luis . Luis Adrian is his name. Now for the second...God knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is your favorite thing about where you live and why?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in the Valley.&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes away from the mountains,&lt;br /&gt;30 minutes from the beach&lt;br /&gt;2 hours way from the Mexico border&lt;br /&gt;3 hours away from Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;1 Hour away from Los Angeles&lt;br /&gt;1 hour away from the Dessert.&lt;br /&gt;3 Hours way from the Forest/ maintains / lakes ( central cali)&lt;br /&gt;only minutes away from Lakes. ( where I work)&lt;br /&gt;3 hours way from Arizona. (phoenix)&lt;br /&gt;Really I have EVERYTHING... People come visit us and pretty much have a choice of places to go. ALL in decent drivable time. Growing up was the best.. Every summer we did something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you ever consider moving and where?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I would move eventually. Where I live is getting very populated and traffic is getting horrid. And well I don't want to be here when the "big one" hits LOL. I don't know, I haven't travel the US yet and haven't seen other places I like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL...You are more than welcome to ask ALL the questions you want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cara asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Baby - Daddy situation:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well good question! See we are together for the "kids" type of thing. There is no couple relationship. Make sense? The reality is we live with my parents. My dad and I bought a house while he was away in prison...Yes he was in prison for 3 years. When he got out..He assumed he would just move in. Well come to realize that the love that once was there ( my love) has not love anymore..More like a respect for being the Dad of my son. 3 year was a long, hard time for me and well I moved on. I tried to explain to him what was going on but he refused to leave...Now a year later he still has not left .. There was a time that I agreed to "try" and work things out and while trying I got pregnant, while on the pill. Right now we are back to not being a couple anymore and just live together. If it was for me he would be out and I would be happy. But he refuses..My family backs him up 100% and basically am alone on this one. after the baby is born he will have to leave or I will. Oh and yes..He is the father of both kids..LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normies Asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How did you get into the wedding business? Do you make good money?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny you ask. LOL I once helped a friend plan her wedding and I was there throughout the whole day and basically was her wedding coordinator. One of the brides maids was getting married the following year and hired me to be her planner too..And from there the chain just grew. After making a little extra money I decided to do chair covers. After being in SOOOOO many wedding I would see how outrageously everything was priced. So I made my own covers and started to rent them. Again only by word of mouth. Well here you have me 3 years later! Normies, everything Wedding related is good money. Wedding is a very good business. On a good weekend say a Saturday wedding of 300 people. 300 x $2.00 a chair is what I charge and plus if I end up coordinating the wedding that's $500 more. Only in one wedding. If I do 2 or 3 chair cover only weddings thats even more $$$. It ALOT of hard work by no means it easy to make, wash and press every cover and sash, go and set up and pick them up at the end of the night. And on top of that deal with crazy bitch..I mean the brides to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, these were a lot of fun! Thanks girls  for asking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112680912371446387?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112680912371446387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112680912371446387' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112680912371446387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112680912371446387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-ask-i-answer.html' title='You ask I answer!'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112671753043374587</id><published>2005-09-14T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T10:06:26.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask me, I dare you!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wanted to ask someone something but just don't for whatever reason.&lt;br /&gt;Well this is your chance. Since my pregnant brain is not in full working force I have seriously have nothing to blog about. So,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask me anything you might want to know about me..don't matter how personal it maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me your best shot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112671753043374587?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112671753043374587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112671753043374587' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112671753043374587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112671753043374587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/ask-me-i-dare-you.html' title='Ask me, I dare you!'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112662884337977905</id><published>2005-09-13T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T09:27:23.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT IN THE BLOGGING MOOD</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been so lazy about blogging. I just draw a blank when I comes to write an entry.&lt;br /&gt;What been happening lately you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had a weird experience this weekend. Some time back I was contracted to do a wedding in Los Angeles and was all ready to go and done..When in a conversation the type of chair was brought up. So happens that her Hall/Venue had folding chairs instead of the normal ball room chairs. My chair covers do not fit the folding chairs. I explained to my client about the situation and she insisted that she wanted me to do her covers. I explained again and again that there was no way the covers fit the chairs...Its impossible..The folding chair is WAY to wide for the cover..Again she insisted that it didn't matter how odd the cover may look she still wanted me to do the service..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks passed and I for the heck of it bought a folding chair and tried on the cover...There is no way in hell the cover is even near to fit...There was no way I was gonna show up to the venue and put on these covers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I called her again and was honest...The cover doesn't fit..It doesnt even cover the bottom half of the chair, defeats the purpose of a chair cover. There was no way I was gonna decorate a ball room this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I offered to give her deposit back for the chair size confusion..And gave her a chance to look for another vendor that uses folding chair covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what she did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She showed up at my house on Saturday afternoon, balling... No joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She insisted on an explanation on why I didn't want to do her wedding anymore( like I didn't before) ... She has waited 10 years to get married, she can't believe I ruined it all...She gonna take me to court...blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless.. Over chair covers??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I've been thinking about selling my business and starting something new..Reason? Over reactive, demanding, over exaggerating, bridzillas. That why. This just topped my sundae..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try not to stress too much over this stuff but...I cant help to think about what happened. I mean.. SHE CAME TO MY HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unbelievable...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112662884337977905?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112662884337977905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112662884337977905' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112662884337977905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112662884337977905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/not-in-blogging-mood.html' title='NOT IN THE BLOGGING MOOD'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112654864596578457</id><published>2005-09-12T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T11:10:45.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eh I have no clue what to blog about ...</title><content type='html'>7 things I plan to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;1) Find the love of my life...( Other than my monkeys)&lt;br /&gt;2) Ride on a plane...DONT LAUGH&lt;br /&gt;3) Own a house&lt;br /&gt;4) raise strong, humble and wonderful kids&lt;br /&gt;5) Travel Disney World, New York in Christmas, and Greece&lt;br /&gt;6) Be a size 5 again&lt;br /&gt;7) Retire a millionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I can do:&lt;br /&gt;1) Balance a check book&lt;br /&gt;2) knit/crochet&lt;br /&gt;3) dance, anything really&lt;br /&gt;4) cook&lt;br /&gt;5) sleep for 12 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;6) I can wear 6 inche heels all day&lt;br /&gt;7) speak the truth...even if it hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I cannot do:&lt;br /&gt;1) Drive a stick&lt;br /&gt;2) pretend to like people&lt;br /&gt;3) watch/listen to  sponge bob&lt;br /&gt;4) talk without using my hands, even on the phone&lt;br /&gt;5) belch loud&lt;br /&gt;6) swim well&lt;br /&gt;7) drive slow on the freeway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that attract me to the opposite sex/another person:&lt;br /&gt;1) eyes&lt;br /&gt;2) teeth&lt;br /&gt;3) family values&lt;br /&gt;4) career/ life vison/goals...&lt;br /&gt;5) loves kids&lt;br /&gt;6) like to dance&lt;br /&gt;7) Marital status...no joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that I say most often:&lt;br /&gt;1) Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;2) ok&lt;br /&gt;3) siguele para que veas como te va...&lt;br /&gt;4) HA!&lt;br /&gt;5) huh?&lt;br /&gt;6) Que fregados?&lt;br /&gt;7) Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 celebrity crushes:&lt;br /&gt;1) Mauricio Islas&lt;br /&gt;2) Carlos Fonsi&lt;br /&gt;3) Cesar Evora&lt;br /&gt;4) Saul Lizaso&lt;br /&gt;5) Alejandor Sanz ( with dark hair)&lt;br /&gt;6) Ryan Gosling&lt;br /&gt;7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 people I want to do this: 7 people? Dude! you think I might know 7 people?&lt;br /&gt;1) Normies- Did it&lt;br /&gt;2) Julissa- Did it&lt;br /&gt;3) Mj? well MJ can do it...&lt;br /&gt;4) La bella- I think already did it&lt;br /&gt;5) Ana Platano? Eh? maybe!&lt;br /&gt;6)&lt;br /&gt;7)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112654864596578457?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112654864596578457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112654864596578457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112654864596578457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112654864596578457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/eh-i-have-no-clue-what-to-blog-about.html' title='Eh I have no clue what to blog about ...'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112613106512311112</id><published>2005-09-07T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T15:13:02.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alien....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/3d%20ultrasound%20013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/400/3d%20ultrasound%20013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/3d%20ultrasound%200081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/400/3d%20ultrasound%20008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only 20 weeks along so that's why my baby looks alien-like. I was kind of bummed that the CD doest contain the pictures of hiS bottom... I could of sworn it would of been in here... Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang ,its been a LOOOOOOONG day today. The joys of having a three day weekend is that you have to catch up the Tuesday following. I have been so swamped getting Monday's crap done and getting ready for month-end financial stuff. I worked until 6 pm yesterday which just sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was good. I ended up going to the Wedding on Saturday. Totally fun! It couldn't get more Mexican than that! it ended up being around 500 guest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I did go to Mexico. My mom kind of ruined everything. I'm not sure if any one is familiar on how the Us/ Mexican border works through Mexicali. There are 2 borders in that city. The 'Old' one and the ' New' one. The Old one is the one that EVERYONE knows about and every one takes. There are vendor ALL over the place and takes about 2 hours to get through.. The new one is kind of hidden and not much people know about it. There are no vendors and only takes about 10 minutes to get through. My mom wanted to go through the old one... She wanted to buy stuff and since it was Monday Mid day in 120 degree weather she thought the line would be nice and short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat in heat for more that 2 hours!! And she didn't buy anything. I was sooo PO'd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even on Sunday I was planning on leaving early so I could do all my shopping' and eating  that afternoon but my Mom for some reason was just slow... She never use to be this way. I HATE WAITING ON PEOPLE! I really do. I'm the kind of person that is never late to an appointment and if someone is late on me... WATCH OUT... Hell WILL break loose. (Well not really)..We didn't end up leaving until after noon ...Which I was ticked about already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom calls me Jesusita... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an Uncle name Jesus who has never married and is kind of ill. He's the one with Kidney disease. He one of the youngest of all of my aunts and uncles and is nicked names the "mean one"He gets soooo mad over anything...And just like me hates waiting on people and sure are not embarrassed to speak our mind. We don't have a problem telling you the truth about anything...If you want us to be nice about something DON'T ask us...LOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..Way off track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered my belly pic... Dang it..I keep forgetting to take it. I will have my son snap a nice one for ya to see...Hopefully post it tomorrow. So you could see what size Cow I have become&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I guess I could go back to work...I only have 1 hour and a half left, that is if I get to leave on time. Ugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you girls had a great weekend as well. Talk to ya'll tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Ya'll? why am i talking that way? I'm a California girl...like totally)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112613106512311112?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112613106512311112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112613106512311112' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112613106512311112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112613106512311112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/alien.html' title='The Alien....'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112604669590155149</id><published>2005-09-06T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T15:44:55.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi Guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wannna drop a note to let you know I'm SUPPPPPPER swamped at work today. Happy results after holiday weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yupie for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm update soon on my Labor day weekend trip to Mexico, 3D ultrasound pictures and more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112604669590155149?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112604669590155149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112604669590155149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112604669590155149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112604669590155149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/hi-guys-just-wannna-drop-note-to-let.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112571511465086241</id><published>2005-09-02T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:38:34.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ok I'm back</title><content type='html'>MJ please welcome me to your club...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITS A BOY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than excited...kind of relieved...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt ready to deal with a little Vero yet...lol I need more patience..GOD KNOWS BEST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post pictures soon..I have a lonnnnnnng fun filled weekend coming up that I have to get ready for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Normies its Friday!! lol silly billy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EVERYONE please have a safe weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112571511465086241?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112571511465086241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112571511465086241' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112571511465086241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112571511465086241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/ok-im-back.html' title='ok I&apos;m back'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112559880596477784</id><published>2005-09-01T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T11:20:05.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went ahead and made an Appointment for tomorrow to get a 3D ultrasound..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady at the reception ASURED me that I will not leave that facility until I know for SURE what I'm having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*jumps for joy!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sadder note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the nature of this blog is more aimed to be personal that anything else. But The tragedy that happened in New Orleans and surrounding areas have affected me in much more ways I though it would. From Gas prices ( $3.00 here) to taking time off work to go donate to the Red cross. I know many people from work who have families in the area that have no idea if they are alive or not. I have family members ( in military) stationed in the south that we haven't heard from for days. I pray every night for all the lost lives and for the families waiting to hear from their family members.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112559880596477784?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112559880596477784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112559880596477784' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112559880596477784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112559880596477784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-went-ahead-and-made-appointment-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112551013327617333</id><published>2005-08-31T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T10:46:47.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laim people out there....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rockstarmommy.com/index.php"&gt;http://www.rockstarmommy.com/index.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe this crap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just added to my fear of adding personal pictures on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing excited happening this week. But I will have a fun filled weekend ahead of me. On Saturday I have a wedding I will be attending!&lt;br /&gt;Yes my friends, not work on a wedding But actually attending a wedding. Its not a traditional mass and reception-at-a-hall type of thing. This wedding will be 100% MEXICAN style...LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reception will take place at a "Rancho" with dirt and all...LOL&lt;br /&gt;Will have Mariachi, Conjunto Norteño, and Banda Sinaloense&lt;br /&gt;and of course Birria... LMBO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm excited..I haven't been "out" in a while and listening to live music will do me some good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday I leave for Mexico. Well, Mexicali .Thats all the Mexico I really know..LOL&lt;br /&gt;Ever since my Grandma died last December we hardly ever go anymore. But I have sooooooo much clothes, and junk that I need to get rid of that I want to go take them to Mexico and give them away. Besides, I miss my aunts and stuff so visiting them will be a blast.&lt;br /&gt;I come back on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how about your Gals? Any big plans for the Labor Day weekend? Please share .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pregnancy News:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little bean has been moving like you have no Idea..You can actually feel it kick now when you place your hand my belly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is my favorite part about being pregnant...Feeling life move around inside you..&lt;br /&gt;way too cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been conteplating since my last ultrasound to actually pay and get a 3 D ultrasound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theultrasoundexperience.com/images/3d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.theultrasoundexperience.com/images/3d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For about $100 you get a video of the ultrasound, pictures and sex determination..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear If I don't find out soon I will go insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112551013327617333?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112551013327617333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112551013327617333' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112551013327617333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112551013327617333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/08/laim-people-out-there.html' title='Laim people out there....'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112543907094828023</id><published>2005-08-30T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T14:57:50.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half way there</title><content type='html'>I'm half way done!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be posting by 5th month belly pic soon. I'm SOOOO HUGE! You cant even imagine.&lt;br /&gt;It seems as if I popped out over night! I swear! Even my kid said something last night as I was trying to read him his bedtime story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid:"mom, you have a big tummy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Gee thanks honey"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid: " Is baby sister in your tummy, mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: " ummm we still don't know if its a Girl yet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid: " Yes Mommy, Its my baby sister in your tummy and its gonna come out of your belly button"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: " Oh really?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kid: " yep"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First he says I ate a baby and now he thinks its gonna come out of my belly button. Where did he get all these ideas??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids I tell ya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112543907094828023?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112543907094828023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112543907094828023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112543907094828023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112543907094828023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/08/half-way-there.html' title='Half way there'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112536201132443277</id><published>2005-08-29T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T17:35:11.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boooo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/1600/Camer%208-29-05%20036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2317/987/200/Camer%208-29-05%20036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad image but my scanner doesn't work so I took a picture of it...LOL Just wanted to introduce you to the stubborn bugger. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112536201132443277?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112536201132443277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112536201132443277' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112536201132443277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112536201132443277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/08/boooo.html' title='Boooo!'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112534829776065600</id><published>2005-08-29T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T13:44:57.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drum roll please.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;it's A...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;20 week old.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ready?&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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; sex&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't I tell you someone or something is after me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after an hour of having a nurse roll this ultrasound instrument on my belly we couldn't get this stubborn child to open it's legs long enough. There was a moment were the nurse had a good view.. But couldn't see anything. She said she was more certain it was a girl since boys you could "tell" almost immediately but wouldn't guarantee it. She could tell the difference between a peepee and the umbilical cord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO WHAT DO YOU THINK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could of gotten a picture of the "bottom" area so I could of shown you guys but I was so bummed out that I didn't even remember to ask. But I do have a face picture ..I'll post it was soon as I can figure out how to work my new scanner at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear I have the worst luck in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry girls I was so ready to give out the news but what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see when my Doc will schedule my next ultrasound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Names:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julissa: Ixchel is a lovely name. I don't know if you watch Novelas of not ( shame on me!) but there's on on right now that one of the characters is faithful worshiper of Ixchel. Beautiful name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any way..Thanks all you girls for the suggestions... I really like Alexa for a girl. But having a half brother being Alex just kind of sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my girl name that just got me was Soliel. Pronounced ( sol-lay) its French for Sunflower. I don't know why I liked it so much since for one...French? It kind of grew on me and now I cant find another name I like as much as I like this one. Oh and if you guy are 80 babies like my self, you might of watched Punky Brewser as a kid..Soleil is her real name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So be Honest!! What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a second name ... I might go with my Mom's name..Which is Guadalupe. I'm not certain yet. She kind of mentioned it to me since My Son is named after my Dad... She kind of feels left out...LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a Boy.. I LOVE Spanish names. Mateo, Nicholas, and Josue. I was actually contemplating Nicholas 100% but my mom laughs everytime I say it... She says it an old man's name...sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I still have time to think about it some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Almost forgot, the ultrasound tech also mentioned that I'm farther along than I thought. I'm actually 20 weeks along and my due date is 1/17/06. I'm half way done already! Too bad this kid will be born with nothing to wear and a non-decorated room. That's what it gets for being so stubborn at a young age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112534829776065600?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112534829776065600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112534829776065600' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112534829776065600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112534829776065600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/08/drum-roll-please.html' title='Drum roll please.....'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112507856511776252</id><published>2005-08-26T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T10:49:25.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FINALLY FRIDAY!!</title><content type='html'>I'm always happy its Friday. But I guess I'm more excited about this Friday than any . And I usually wish for the weekend to be slow and that Monday would never to come but this time is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait 'till Monday =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my appointment at 7:45am - so girls....Around this time on Monday I will be in here to say&lt;br /&gt;"IT'S A ...... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's if the Bean opens it's legs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I should wait until I know what I'm having before thinking about names but I cant help my self. I secretly have a boy name and a Girl name. Which my family totally DOES NOT AGREE WITH ANY..Not even the sperm donor..Ahem I mean the "dad" .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm re-considering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So coming Monday be prepared..I will need your help to find a perfect name for the bean.. I don't plan to call him/her the bean all his/her life ya know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm brave I'll tell you the names I had picked out. I'm a traditional kind of girl. I don't like names like Shi thead, Coco, Shinees ( pronounce Chinese... That's my neighbors name...Yeah I KNOW!) or better yet .. My'ame ( Miami). No no I like REAL names and that sound good in English and in Spanish, original names are good as long as its not too crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So put on your thinking hats and bring those names to me on Monday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone have a great weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112507856511776252?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112507856511776252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112507856511776252' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112507856511776252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112507856511776252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/08/finally-friday.html' title='FINALLY FRIDAY!!'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112500468602655881</id><published>2005-08-25T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T14:18:06.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I bought one more thing yesterday for the bean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Eddie Bauer car seat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expensive you say? NOT AT ALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it at a close out price!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you that have children ( most of you don't) know that car seats and stroller are a weee bit on the expensive side. See, I didn't want a travel system. The stroller is never big enough and the car seat is too small. I had one for my son.Besides I want a jogging stroller. Why? I dunno I just do..They look cool and they manage better. Joggin stroller don't come in travel systems soooo I have to get them separately.. Car seat cost a little over $100 and stroller can go from $100-400 ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie Bauer is not the cheapest..But for sure the coolest! I'll have to post a picture later since I cant find my camera!! I hope its not "lost" in the car again... I'll hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..I'm leavin' work early today since the bosses are out playing golf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna hurry up and finish up what I have to do here and take off home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112500468602655881?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112500468602655881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112500468602655881' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112500468602655881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112500468602655881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-bought-one-more-thing-yesterday-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11927112.post-112492409182695093</id><published>2005-08-24T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T15:54:51.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waistline?--- yeah that's gone too.</title><content type='html'>I'm waistline-less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially look like a cow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very attractive..NOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind all this since I should be gratefully to have the privilege of being able to bring children into this world but when you see all these nice fall trend fashions coming out is just depressing. And to top it off. My evil mail man keeps putting a torturing Victoria Secret catalogs in my mailbox that I never ordered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some one is after me... I know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11927112-112492409182695093?l=veronicasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/feeds/112492409182695093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11927112&amp;postID=112492409182695093' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112492409182695093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11927112/posts/default/112492409182695093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://veronicasmind.blogspot.com/2005/08/waistline-yeah-thats-gone-too.html' title='Waistline?--- yeah that&apos;s gone too.'/><author><name>Veronica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16372567213218054556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
