<?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-2629662104334655368</id><updated>2011-07-28T18:02:56.660-07:00</updated><category term='shoes'/><category term='moving'/><category term='moisturizer'/><category term='Chinese food'/><category term='Philippines'/><category term='new blog'/><category term='Intro'/><category term='Cheyenne'/><category term='election'/><category term='mariesam sanchez'/><category term='dinner'/><category term='God'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='thanks'/><category term='mexico'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='lotion'/><category term='homeless'/><category term='gratitude'/><category term='faith'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='Lakers'/><category term='hope'/><category term='Filipino'/><category term='bride'/><category term='Pacquiao'/><category term='Cotto'/><category term='charity'/><category term='food'/><category term='fabulous find'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='family'/><category term='mariesam'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='ben gay'/><category term='boxing'/><category term='swine flu'/><category term='health'/><category term='friends'/><category term='fried chicken'/><category term='USC'/><category term='engagement'/><title type='text'>My Life in the Sunshine</title><subtitle type='html'>Reflections from a life full of love, laughter and everything ugly and beautiful in between.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*MarieSam*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876090304954396800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Svu-1Ck9WMI/AAAAAAAAABU/yUMFzJcwY-E/S220/5929_724859743135_3425490_43470548_3798434_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629662104334655368.post-3800556586645034111</id><published>2010-04-01T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T03:45:23.898-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariesam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariesam sanchez'/><title type='text'>I am moving ...</title><content type='html'>OK before you decide to ask where ... I'm only referring to my blog (for now)! Yes, I'm moving blogs. Movin on up like the Jeffersons to a brand spankin new blog that will give me more freedom format-wise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a transition in the making for about a month-and-a-half now, but I am finally for the big reveal ~ so... I will no longer be posting at this site. And while it was a lovely and comfy home for almost a year, this girl is movin on up to a deeeeeluxe apartment in the skyyyyyyyhhhhhhaaaaahhhhhhyyyyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I bid this comfy little slice of the Internet adieu, I welcome all my readers to come with -- which is probably like two of you! Hehehehe, but I LOVE each and everyone one of ya to pieces &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brand new cyber home is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mariesamsanchez.com/blog"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;www.mariesamsanchez.com/blo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in my new neighborhood, make sure you holler when you see the new place!!! And please excuse the mess, I'm still trying to settle in* And to make up for any unsightly mess, first round of drinks are on me :o) *holla*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629662104334655368-3800556586645034111?l=mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/3800556586645034111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-moving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/3800556586645034111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/3800556586645034111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-moving.html' title='I am moving ...'/><author><name>*MarieSam*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876090304954396800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Svu-1Ck9WMI/AAAAAAAAABU/yUMFzJcwY-E/S220/5929_724859743135_3425490_43470548_3798434_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629662104334655368.post-7859318900895470704</id><published>2010-03-01T05:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T07:49:52.037-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick Hits - 3/1/10 @5:14 a.m.</title><content type='html'>I've often been known to have random ass thoughts running through my head at any given moment of the day, to which Tommy and&amp;nbsp;Chey usually respond "um ok,&amp;nbsp;RANDOM."&amp;nbsp;So as I sit here during a short lull at work at 5&amp;nbsp;in the mornin, these are the things that have crossed my mind in the past couple hours ... along with further proof that I am totally the coolest person that ever lived, in fact ice asks for a jacket in my presence, that's how cool I am :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Night-time sleep is sssssoooo underrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4vgaIwAvQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/k1x4MLVqH84/s1600-h/IMG_1294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4vgaIwAvQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/k1x4MLVqH84/s320/IMG_1294.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) It's nice to be told, I still got it *holla*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4vgoY317CI/AAAAAAAAARA/-M2jiTEaxJM/s1600-h/IMG_1320.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4vgoY317CI/AAAAAAAAARA/-M2jiTEaxJM/s320/IMG_1320.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I detest when my hair feels "flat" and despite what my hairdresser says, I desperately&amp;nbsp;need a haircut stat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;really miss seeing Conan O'Brien&amp;nbsp;on late night TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)&amp;nbsp;My family of 18+ peeps relies on me to book our family vacations and I really can't decide where to&amp;nbsp;plan our&amp;nbsp;vacation this year -- Florida, Costa Rica, or&amp;nbsp;an Eastern Carribean cruise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I really want to go back to Europe in the next couple years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Alanis Morrisette really cleans up well.&amp;nbsp;I remember her being a bit grunge and tomboyish, but hot damn, she looked amazin in the closing ceremonies of the Olympics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I don't drink enough water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I really want to cancel my personal training session later today, but I know I shouldn't because I ate way too much cake this weekend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4vgjXz08TI/AAAAAAAAAQw/0hFFawEXNNc/s1600-h/IMG_1291.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4vgjXz08TI/AAAAAAAAAQw/0hFFawEXNNc/s320/IMG_1291.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I hate people with fast metabolisms and even more, hate people who don't need to exercise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11) This is the first year Kobe has looked "old" and it makes me sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12) I miss talking to old friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13) I'm going to Vegas next month for a work/pleasure trip and I'm excited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14) I can't believe I worked the full-time overnight shift for two years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4vgmQkMW3I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jdfdQpHkinM/s1600-h/IMG_1300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4vgmQkMW3I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/jdfdQpHkinM/s320/IMG_1300.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Beautiful pictures make me smile no matter how many times I look at them over and over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16) People make way too many excuses and sometimes I am guilty of that too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17) I buy way too many clothes although I have tempered my addiction lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18) Apollo Anton&amp;nbsp;Ohno is so freakin cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4vgfT1b95I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Maf495hoxlA/s1600-h/IMG_1282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4vgfT1b95I/AAAAAAAAAQo/Maf495hoxlA/s320/IMG_1282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19) I feel like the Grimm&amp;nbsp;Reaper when I work the overnight shift -- nothing&amp;nbsp;I write is ever positive. So much so that I don't really get sad off of death stories anymore, yep I've built a shell of "wutev" around me. It's kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20) I have a list of things I want to buy -- none are necessities -- but nevertheless I still want them and a $100,000 jackpot would really be helpful right about ... now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21) If I really want to, I have the capability to&amp;nbsp;do anything. So then what's keeping me from doing the things I want to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22) I love my Motorola Droid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4vgq6YO5PI/AAAAAAAAARI/pavLjM3joMk/s1600-h/IMG_1331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4vgq6YO5PI/AAAAAAAAARI/pavLjM3joMk/s320/IMG_1331.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23) Why is my face so dry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;* PS these photos were all taken by Chey and Tommy after I came home from a long and exhausting day of shooting and tape logging. Needless to say, I was extremely happy to be able to slip under my cozy USC blanket and act ... a fool, clearly&amp;nbsp; :) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629662104334655368-7859318900895470704?l=mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/7859318900895470704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-hits-3110-514-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/7859318900895470704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/7859318900895470704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2010/03/quick-hits-3110-514-am.html' title='Quick Hits - 3/1/10 @5:14 a.m.'/><author><name>*MarieSam*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876090304954396800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Svu-1Ck9WMI/AAAAAAAAABU/yUMFzJcwY-E/S220/5929_724859743135_3425490_43470548_3798434_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4vgaIwAvQI/AAAAAAAAAQg/k1x4MLVqH84/s72-c/IMG_1294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629662104334655368.post-3093718982519483840</id><published>2010-02-19T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:05:36.162-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fabulous find'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chinese food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Fabulous Finds Friday: The Happy House Seafood Restaurant</title><content type='html'>Coming from a Filipino family, it's almost predetermined in your DNA that you will grow up a "foodie" AKA person who doesn't eat to live, but rather lives to eat! HOLLA!!!! (&lt;i&gt;Please note: this excitement for food also comes with 10 pounds that I will always need to lose, lol.&lt;/i&gt;) So of course it was only apropos that I marry a man whose family is equally devoted to the splendor of food :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommy and I love a lot of the same things, but one thing that was stamped in permanent ink from the moment we met was that we both lurrrrved good food. And you can only imagine my delight the first time I ate at his parents house and realized his mom can put her foot in it when it comes to making anything and everything!!! Case in point the most recent "care package" she sent home to me via a Tommy visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3rn_8KmMgI/AAAAAAAAALo/dNjwNbgcZlo/s1600-h/IMG_1240.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3rn_8KmMgI/AAAAAAAAALo/dNjwNbgcZlo/s400/IMG_1240.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3roE2aGMJI/AAAAAAAAALw/Sni5vhwNQVs/s1600-h/IMG_1249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3roE2aGMJI/AAAAAAAAALw/Sni5vhwNQVs/s400/IMG_1249.JPG" width="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh yes Internet, that is an entire pan of coma-inducing-because-it-taste-so-good Mac-n-Cheese and lick-your-fingers-to-savor-the-taste Maryland style crab cakes (tons more crabmeat than breading) a la D. Walden!! And yes Internet, it was even more delicious than it looks ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OYrBFp5AI/AAAAAAAAAQI/nAp55Q0vvXQ/s1600-h/IMG_1254.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OYrBFp5AI/AAAAAAAAAQI/nAp55Q0vvXQ/s200/IMG_1254.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3roWVuYyHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/rXcuAmccB3w/s1600-h/IMG_1243.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3roWVuYyHI/AAAAAAAAAL4/rXcuAmccB3w/s200/IMG_1243.JPG" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after sharing many a meals together, about a year into our relationship, I introduced Tommy to dim sum at my favorite local Chinese food restaurant ~ The Happy House Seafood Restaurant (formerly known as Ten-Ten Restaurant).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3rownj87iI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Nb-R0U9b7b4/s1600-h/IMG_1937.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3rownj87iI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Nb-R0U9b7b4/s400/IMG_1937.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3ro6VWi6VI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/cjOyfjHeAe8/s1600-h/IMG_1933.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3ro6VWi6VI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/cjOyfjHeAe8/s320/IMG_1933.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those unfamiliar with this delicious Chinese treat ... dim sum is a dining experience that normally occurs in the late morning to early afternoon where tons of quick little dishes are served on carts throughout the restaurant. Think of it as fast food on wheels, but 100 times better!!! The concept of getting food served to you in less than a minute, instantly captured Tommy's heart, kinda like watching his first sporting event in HD -- a momentous occasion that made his eyes light up like NY's Times Square. And when he tasted the yummy goodness of some of my favorite dim sum dishes and then saw it was only $1.99 to $3.00 a dish -- he was sold. Like, $100 for a brand new Lexus sold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OUfuMNeoI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/uY7gTx7Lw5E/s1600-h/IMG_1904.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OUfuMNeoI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/uY7gTx7Lw5E/s320/IMG_1904.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of our favorite dim sum delights include: the Shrimp Hargow, Seaweed Eggrolls (a must-have), Seaweed Salad, Shrimp Wontons (my fav), and the Pork and Shrimp Shu Mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OSsT80wTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/veKamzBAn3I/s1600-h/IMG_2886.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OSsT80wTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/veKamzBAn3I/s320/IMG_2886.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OSu_frVFI/AAAAAAAAANA/FmkrMtiinf0/s1600-h/IMG_2892.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OSu_frVFI/AAAAAAAAANA/FmkrMtiinf0/s320/IMG_2892.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OSxK696HI/AAAAAAAAANI/y_R75KUrgHw/s1600-h/IMG_2896.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OSxK696HI/AAAAAAAAANI/y_R75KUrgHw/s400/IMG_2896.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OT-kulhzI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dXNZv-yu1HE/s1600-h/IMG_1884.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OT-kulhzI/AAAAAAAAAOA/dXNZv-yu1HE/s320/IMG_1884.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OUa8biJKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/kGeVdK1z1pQ/s1600-h/IMG_1899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OUa8biJKI/AAAAAAAAAPA/kGeVdK1z1pQ/s320/IMG_1899.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And what makes it even better is that they also have discounted weekday lunch prices for their wonderfully vast selection of entrees, including our personal favs -- the Salt and Pepper Squid (AWESOMELY ADDICTIVE!!!!), Chicken and Broccoli (great if you're trying to eat healthy), Beef Lo Mein, Beef Chow Fun, Crispy Chicken Noodles, Mongolian Beef, Garlic and Crab with Sauteed Garlic and Scallions, and Chinese Broccoli with Oyster Sauce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OUUN9kReI/AAAAAAAAAOw/vs1_GbPGs5o/s1600-h/IMG_1895.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OUUN9kReI/AAAAAAAAAOw/vs1_GbPGs5o/s400/IMG_1895.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OUCdl_ykI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pmlsFGdovtc/s1600-h/IMG_1886.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="224" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OUCdl_ykI/AAAAAAAAAOI/pmlsFGdovtc/s320/IMG_1886.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OUL_BwdgI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0SjCg-CVjR8/s1600-h/IMG_1888.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OUL_BwdgI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0SjCg-CVjR8/s400/IMG_1888.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OUPitceLI/AAAAAAAAAOg/0fMs5T7A2_A/s1600-h/IMG_1892.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OUPitceLI/AAAAAAAAAOg/0fMs5T7A2_A/s200/IMG_1892.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One dish that was recommended to us by their manager, Ed, is their Cubed Beef Filet with French Mushrooms -- it's the most tender/melts-in-your-mouth beef served with mushrooms, carrots and snow peas topped with the most delectable sauce that is flavored with a twinge of salty and sweet goodness. This is sort of our splurge dish, something we eat when we're starving and have had a good and productive work week :) So it's kind of like a deep tissue massage for our bellies, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OS2UTYXZI/AAAAAAAAANY/shNLMQdWcwU/s1600-h/IMG_2899.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OS2UTYXZI/AAAAAAAAANY/shNLMQdWcwU/s400/IMG_2899.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that everything we've had here has left us pleasantly satisfied and of course their great lunch and dim-sum prices can't be beat. Tommy, Chey and I can feast for about $20-$25 during their weekday lunch hour and still have lots of leftovers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OUnEwLZUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/PUbAnBYU7rk/s1600-h/IMG_1917.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OUnEwLZUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/PUbAnBYU7rk/s200/IMG_1917.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while their food is incredibly good, this place also has the nicest staff -- some of whom my entire family considers friends. Since our first experience at Happy House, we became regulars to the point that Ed and our favorite servers -- Ken and Sergio -- come and talk to us about life, work, the Lakers and always hook us up with either a dim sum dish, desserts or drinks on the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OUdbiUVwI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dYdkIsCWXBI/s1600-h/IMG_1901.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OUdbiUVwI/AAAAAAAAAPI/dYdkIsCWXBI/s320/IMG_1901.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OUNhNe1UI/AAAAAAAAAOY/pjKivkFXeTI/s1600-h/IMG_1889.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OUNhNe1UI/AAAAAAAAAOY/pjKivkFXeTI/s400/IMG_1889.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OUucCUUbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/wnRbjhpvL_E/s1600-h/IMG_1926.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OUucCUUbI/AAAAAAAAAQA/wnRbjhpvL_E/s320/IMG_1926.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The wonderful staff sitting down for lunch during the afternoon lull.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time Ed even prepared a special pot of Chinese tea for us, which apparently cost about $100 a kettleful in China. So you can imagine how we slurped it up with utter delight and thanked him profusely for his generosity. Their staff has also watched Cheyenne grow up through the years, so whenever we come in without her, they immediately ask "where's my girl?" It's the cutest thing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OS4S-I7dI/AAAAAAAAANg/zSn4MEujBX0/s1600-h/IMG_2967.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OS4S-I7dI/AAAAAAAAANg/zSn4MEujBX0/s400/IMG_2967.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, we love this place for its food, atmosphere and people. But also because this is where Tommy dropped to one knee during a late night dinner on Dec. 23, 2006, and proposed to me. Obviously, I said yes with tears streaming down my face and to my surprise our families and a some of our closest friends came from behind a private room and congratulated us. Chey was not in on the surprise so she was crying buckets just like me. We then had a wonderful dinner full of our favorites and Tommy's late grandfather even serenaded us over dinner. Ed and the entire staff made sure our evening went off without a hitch and it was truly perfect. Unfortunately, we do not have any pictures because the camera that was used was later lost :( But we will always gave our happy memories!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The table where Tommy proposed, except it was round and had a white linens that night, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OUsIrPFrI/AAAAAAAAAP4/yPxKQ50AvOo/s1600-h/IMG_1925.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OUsIrPFrI/AAAAAAAAAP4/yPxKQ50AvOo/s320/IMG_1925.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OUqJuBdAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ezFGxq5pHS0/s1600-h/IMG_1924.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OUqJuBdAI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ezFGxq5pHS0/s200/IMG_1924.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OSnwJlb1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/Km7RZb2mm10/s1600-h/IMG_2879.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OSnwJlb1I/AAAAAAAAAMo/Km7RZb2mm10/s200/IMG_2879.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OSpf9r1NI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HIqV1J63-Lg/s1600-h/IMG_2883.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OSpf9r1NI/AAAAAAAAAMw/HIqV1J63-Lg/s320/IMG_2883.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy House will always be special to us, but it will always be one of our favorite restaurants because of their great and reasonably priced food, friendly staff and lovely atmosphere and ambiance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So the next time you're in the mood for some dim sum or simply looking to indulge in some wonderful Chinese food, check out "The Happy House" in Artesia ~ after just one visit, you'll leave with a smile on your face and realize that that this place really does live up to its name!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ok maybe, not this corny of a smile, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OpBIQCcMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/sSO9YnW04xk/s1600-h/IMG_2971.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S4OpBIQCcMI/AAAAAAAAAQY/sSO9YnW04xk/s400/IMG_2971.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I was "Sam007562" and he was "WuJunior." Of course neither one of us would have ever guessed those late night instant messages between us would slowly fertilize the soil of what would eventually grow into an 11-year relationship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3piF0XkcTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/UQopcCRfm-g/s1600-h/mariesam_tommy_106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3piF0XkcTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/UQopcCRfm-g/s400/mariesam_tommy_106.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After chatting online for about two months, we both inexplicably changed our screenames. I became "MSam007562" and he, "WuJuniorX." And yet we managed to find each other again in a world of a million usernames and thousands of chatrooms. And though we hadn't communicated in about a month, the $hit talking between us picked up right where it had left off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have known then, it was meant to be ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3pgy1dJ-8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/VRmOZycOweA/s1600-h/IMG_2784.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3pgy1dJ-8I/AAAAAAAAAKA/VRmOZycOweA/s400/IMG_2784.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Over the weekend we celebrated our 11th Valentine's Day together, nothing flashy at all. We spent the day relaxing at home, watching the NBA All-Star game and made dinner together. He reminded me it's been his tradition to make me dinner on Valentine's :) He grilled NY steaks and made some Cheddar and Broccoli rice while I sauteed some veggies. I know it sounds so simple and boring, but it was truly perfect. And it's the only way I would have wanted it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3pql8adPcI/AAAAAAAAALY/4UdVdIjmV6M/s1600-h/IMG_2857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3pql8adPcI/AAAAAAAAALY/4UdVdIjmV6M/s400/IMG_2857.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3pqgfu683I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ebEBV6YzhoA/s1600-h/IMG_2856.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3pqgfu683I/AAAAAAAAALQ/ebEBV6YzhoA/s400/IMG_2856.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't think you need a day like Valentine's Day to realize how much your loved ones mean to you, but seeing all the "Be Mine" candies, "I love you" bears and red-adorned decor everywhere does make you reflect on all the love you have in your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in honor of this "holiday" that celebrates love ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3phrHVal5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/0ysc1uXnJVU/s1600-h/IMG_2007.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3phrHVal5I/AAAAAAAAAKI/0ysc1uXnJVU/s400/IMG_2007.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;&amp;nbsp;I love my husband for knowing me better than anyone else and in spite of all my flaws and faults ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3pi8Z_7WGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/04-MdEZt7bc/s1600-h/IMG_2027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3pi8Z_7WGI/AAAAAAAAAKo/04-MdEZt7bc/s400/IMG_2027.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;... he still loves me unconditionally, or at least he acts like it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3piujuEjAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/RiXl-e0p4us/s1600-h/IMG_2032.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3piujuEjAI/AAAAAAAAAKg/RiXl-e0p4us/s400/IMG_2032.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;I love that we save our goofiest moments for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3piY8yXfGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/KpxmDoJimPQ/s1600-h/IMG_2012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3piY8yXfGI/AAAAAAAAAKY/KpxmDoJimPQ/s400/IMG_2012.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;And even when we're borderline idiots, we're still attracted to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3pjkIV6ziI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HW1_Rp-iwek/s1600-h/IMG_2025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3pjkIV6ziI/AAAAAAAAAKw/HW1_Rp-iwek/s400/IMG_2025.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;In fact, he totally thinks I'm at my prettiest during moments like this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3pjo5QguoI/AAAAAAAAAK4/iWHJAPYkZwY/s1600-h/IMG_2028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3pjo5QguoI/AAAAAAAAAK4/iWHJAPYkZwY/s400/IMG_2028.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Thousands of IMs later, millions of minutes on the phone, tons of "You Got Mail" alerts, and millions of text messages later, we still talk, share everything with one another and listen to each other. Well at least he fakes like he does :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3pl2SHcQnI/AAAAAAAAALI/13dx-wjSvxc/s1600-h/IMG_2033.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3pl2SHcQnI/AAAAAAAAALI/13dx-wjSvxc/s400/IMG_2033.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;Eleven years later, Tommy is still my best friend and makes me laugh everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3pkbwbc9cI/AAAAAAAAALA/DPlfn2e-2vc/s1600-h/mariesam18.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3pkbwbc9cI/AAAAAAAAALA/DPlfn2e-2vc/s400/mariesam18.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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;I love him and he loves me ... it sounds so simple, and that's just the way I like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629662104334655368-5506636843705262571?l=mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/5506636843705262571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-valentine-for-11th-time.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/5506636843705262571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/5506636843705262571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-valentine-for-11th-time.html' title='My Valentine for the 11th time'/><author><name>*MarieSam*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876090304954396800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Svu-1Ck9WMI/AAAAAAAAABU/yUMFzJcwY-E/S220/5929_724859743135_3425490_43470548_3798434_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S3piF0XkcTI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/UQopcCRfm-g/s72-c/mariesam_tommy_106.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629662104334655368.post-2137427855148089091</id><published>2010-01-22T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T16:55:49.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating the Last Piece of Lumpia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can't believe the first month of 2010 is almost over, didn't we just pop open the bubbly like a couple weeks ago? I don't think I've even washed the underwear I wore that night yet, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o3uYxn4MI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JJLLp190Yk8/s1600-h/IMG_0322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o3uYxn4MI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JJLLp190Yk8/s400/IMG_0322.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Time is flying by so quickly, it still amazes me that 2009 is in the books. Last year was by far one of the busiest and most exciting periods of my life -- non-stop wedding planning, the wedding, our two-week vacation in paradise, adjusting to being married, deciding to walk away from a stable paycheck and instead work freelance, Chey starting high school, Chey transitioning from world of cute to the stinkin dangerous land of pretty ... God help me from strangling all the boys who stare at her! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o4J4oxSoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AgFrwjy5q4w/s1600-h/IMG_0350.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o4J4oxSoI/AAAAAAAAAGI/AgFrwjy5q4w/s400/IMG_0350.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those were just the main highlights and then there were also the little changes, and in totality it was simply a year that opened my eyes to life and all its developments ... the good, the bad and the ugly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's crazy how they say a wedding -- especially a destination wedding -- can bring out the ugly in people. I never really knew what this meant and always thought I would be the exception and somehow slide past all the unattractiveness. Unfortunately, I was being naive because ugly will always find you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When Tommy and I opted to have a destination wedding we knew it would shorten our guest list considerably because of costs, travel worries, etc. But that was ok because we knew we would be having the wedding of our dreams. It also helped that we never wanted a huge wedding surrounded by people we barely knew because it was most important for us to be amongst the closest people in our lives -- people who loved and cared for us unconditionally and would always be there through the worst and best of times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o5AlGLrWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eRSq5nVXkRg/s1600-h/mariesam_tommy_0094.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o5AlGLrWI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eRSq5nVXkRg/s400/mariesam_tommy_0094.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As RSVPs rolled in there were some pleasant surprises by people we never thought would be able to make it, and some painful disappointments from those who we had already written in with a Sharpie "wouldn't miss it for the world." Money of course was the main reason for many who couldn't make the trip, and of course with the economy struggling as it is, we completely understood. And then there were those who used the Swine Flu or Mexican drug wars as their escape -- again what could we do? Even then it was understandable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But then there were those armed with excuses as porous as a block of Swiss cheese ... they simply didn't come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With all the wedding chaos that was going on a month prior to our a date and even months thereafter, their absence didn't really hurt as much. I think the excitement of our special day and all the adrenaline that came with it really eased the blow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o505Sld6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Um-89qcqMVg/s1600-h/mariesam_tommy_0218.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o505Sld6I/AAAAAAAAAGo/Um-89qcqMVg/s400/mariesam_tommy_0218.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o6KbA0gkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tUwyqN9aPIs/s1600-h/mariesam_tommy_0303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o6KbA0gkI/AAAAAAAAAGw/tUwyqN9aPIs/s400/mariesam_tommy_0303.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But now, several months later, when I think about it...it hurts. Like a great workout that your aching muscles don't really feel until two days later. The pain was delayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I look at our incredible photographs it is a beautiful reminder of the amazing time we had with all our family and friends -- the people who I now know I can always depend on rain or shine, good or bad, swine flu or drug wars :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o8AdzqNMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2Qs3qhtsHS4/s1600-h/mariesam_tommy_1144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o8AdzqNMI/AAAAAAAAAH4/2Qs3qhtsHS4/s400/mariesam_tommy_1144.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o7mbLPrlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SDKcE5jo4ok/s1600-h/mariesam_tommy_1077.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o7mbLPrlI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SDKcE5jo4ok/s400/mariesam_tommy_1077.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o7s5zIiKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uKCQcNwSGi4/s1600-h/mariesam_tommy_1087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o7s5zIiKI/AAAAAAAAAHo/uKCQcNwSGi4/s400/mariesam_tommy_1087.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o8ZWjSdCI/AAAAAAAAAII/mwrVM0LBnHY/s1600-h/mariesam_tommy_1167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o8ZWjSdCI/AAAAAAAAAII/mwrVM0LBnHY/s400/mariesam_tommy_1167.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o8qMhvVCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mollTJ4VEYM/s1600-h/mariesam_tommy_1235.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o8qMhvVCI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/mollTJ4VEYM/s400/mariesam_tommy_1235.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But those same photographs that can instantly make me laugh with joy, are also bitter snapshots of who was missing...who should have been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;How could one of your closest friends miss the most important day of your life? How could he/she not even have the courtesy to tell you, "I'm not going to be able to make it." How could he/she not be there? How could he/she not take the time to even call you after the big day and see how everything went? So many questions, with silence as the only answer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know why it has bothered me so much lately, perhaps because at the end of each year I take time to reflect on what was and what is yet to come. I guess in reality, I should have seen it coming. Some people never truly seemed happy about our wedding plans. Why, I don't really know. But in the back of my mind I tried to convince myself that I was being overly paranoid and it would all work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;People change, they really do, even those whom you think are the closest to you.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately those are the friends whose betrayal hurts the most, because well, you thought that friendship could withstand anything. And yet somehow you seem to look past the days, months, years of stormy weather and then one day you look at the friendship with eyes wide open, shocked to see what's left is merely a skeleton of a weathered friendship that collapsed when you needed it the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am sad for lost friendships because I won't lie, it hurts. But what can you do? Much like a failed relationship, you sit back and wonder what went wrong. And much like failed relationships, you think back at the good times and all the laughter, and hope that one day the pain will subside and understanding will take its place. Instead of being bitter or holding on to a grudge, I want to remember the friendship that was and how he/she helped me become what I am today. No regrets, no anger, but simply grateful for what was. That is how I choose to handle it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I don't write all this to wallow in my tears because what has been equally powerful is realizing that while my circle is not merely as large as it used to be when I was Ms. Social Butterfly, the loved ones and friends I do have in my life today are simply...the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o861tdYQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mr_FVHNNoNU/s1600-h/mariesam_tommy_1492.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o861tdYQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mr_FVHNNoNU/s400/mariesam_tommy_1492.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I hold dear to me old friendships that have survived being battered and worn like a favorite pair of jeans. And I'm also excited for new friendships bubbling on the surface. And then there are those long lost friendships that seem to have caught new life ~ I will say Facebook certainly has a lot to do with that and I am grateful*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o-RN3ziFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IwYQdzBUU7s/s1600-h/mariesam_tommy_1600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o-RN3ziFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/IwYQdzBUU7s/s400/mariesam_tommy_1600.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o-qqsq1xI/AAAAAAAAAJI/dDtT2hXmay0/s1600-h/mariesam_tommy_1796.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o-qqsq1xI/AAAAAAAAAJI/dDtT2hXmay0/s400/mariesam_tommy_1796.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o-0naFRJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0oVE5KaRGYE/s1600-h/mariesam_tommy_1769.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o-0naFRJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0oVE5KaRGYE/s400/mariesam_tommy_1769.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o-8dd_3nI/AAAAAAAAAJY/GEyf6XXb-ws/s1600-h/mariesam_tommy_1773.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o-8dd_3nI/AAAAAAAAAJY/GEyf6XXb-ws/s400/mariesam_tommy_1773.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While we were not blessed with the presence of every single person who was important to us on June 26th, the circle of love, life, and laughter that enveloped us on our wedding day was overwhelmingly wonderful. My heart was filled with so much love and appreciation that day, our cups truly runneth over with a joy that simply could not be put into words. It could not have been more perfect and I really couldn't have asked for a better experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o-FXWm1VI/AAAAAAAAAIo/etx-ZiTCwOc/s1600-h/mariesam_tommy_1584.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="250" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o-FXWm1VI/AAAAAAAAAIo/etx-ZiTCwOc/s400/mariesam_tommy_1584.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o9C7YEoDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VC6xzymlIbk/s1600-h/mariesam_tommy_0887.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o9C7YEoDI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VC6xzymlIbk/s400/mariesam_tommy_0887.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o8QYcZJ7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/2ntSQJtbWLs/s1600-h/mariesam_tommy_1331.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o8QYcZJ7I/AAAAAAAAAIA/2ntSQJtbWLs/s400/mariesam_tommy_1331.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o-MIHIcEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/TV8yixuA-kM/s1600-h/mariesam_tommy_1555.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o-MIHIcEI/AAAAAAAAAIw/TV8yixuA-kM/s400/mariesam_tommy_1555.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And for those who simply could not make our big day for good reason, but sent us their love in a package filled with prayers and well wishes topped with a beautiful bow -- *THANK YOU* from the bottom of our hearts. Your love from afar brought blue skies and sunshine to our day and we were so very grateful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1pAyeCPtXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FMZQVltXj_A/s1600-h/mariesam_tommy_1497.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1pAyeCPtXI/AAAAAAAAAJo/FMZQVltXj_A/s400/mariesam_tommy_1497.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have had these feelings weighing so heavy on my mind since the last couple months of 2009 so it feels good to finally get it off my chest and say it out loud, internet style at least :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And on that note, I think I am finally at peace with the year that was and am finally ready to toast in 2010. So with a festive spirit in mind... like a yummy dish at a party, there's always one piece left that no one wants to eat but is dying to be picked up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1pEy62nDFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZUkuW7Ysv9g/s1600-h/IMG_0859.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1pEy62nDFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ZUkuW7Ysv9g/s400/IMG_0859.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I'll gladly take that final piece of lumpia and swallow it with a smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm officially closing the book on 2009. It was a year to celebrate love and changes ... the good, the bad and even the ugly.&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/2629662104334655368-2137427855148089091?l=mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/2137427855148089091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2010/01/eating-last-piece-of-lumpia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/2137427855148089091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/2137427855148089091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2010/01/eating-last-piece-of-lumpia.html' title='Eating the Last Piece of Lumpia'/><author><name>*MarieSam*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876090304954396800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Svu-1Ck9WMI/AAAAAAAAABU/yUMFzJcwY-E/S220/5929_724859743135_3425490_43470548_3798434_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1o3uYxn4MI/AAAAAAAAAGA/JJLLp190Yk8/s72-c/IMG_0322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629662104334655368.post-1812407270884155278</id><published>2010-01-18T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T02:09:32.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaaahhh so we meet again ...</title><content type='html'>Yeah so apparently, I subconsciously made a New Year's resolution to totally ignore my blog and go on strike from writing -- well damn it, I must say, I'm doing pretty good so far!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really, the holidays just got me all sidetracked and I have been a bad bad blogger. There is so much to catch up on and since mid December life has been a blur. But indeed I will catch up, hopefully sometime today or tomorrow ... or the next day. I promise!! But just wanted to check in for now, to let you know I have a pulse :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that note, here's a little diddy of me giving that "yeah I'm a bad blogger, and so what?" look. Yep, I'm a hard ass. Watch out now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1TQFP2fzjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/afyKiQrvp9Y/s1600-h/IMG_0644.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1TQFP2fzjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/afyKiQrvp9Y/s400/IMG_0644.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629662104334655368-1812407270884155278?l=mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/1812407270884155278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2010/01/aaaahhh-so-we-meet-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/1812407270884155278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/1812407270884155278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2010/01/aaaahhh-so-we-meet-again.html' title='Aaaahhh so we meet again ...'/><author><name>*MarieSam*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876090304954396800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Svu-1Ck9WMI/AAAAAAAAABU/yUMFzJcwY-E/S220/5929_724859743135_3425490_43470548_3798434_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/S1TQFP2fzjI/AAAAAAAAAF4/afyKiQrvp9Y/s72-c/IMG_0644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629662104334655368.post-3688437742379240511</id><published>2009-12-15T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T21:08:15.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Great Gift Ideas for The Holidays 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok so in the past I've gone all out on Christmas, buying all those close to me the latest and greatest _______ (insert whatever here) with a coupon or discount of course. However, in recent years I've noticed that this tendency of mine to blow through the bank during the holidays has very much tamed itself, which is a good thing. And while it's wonderful to be able to give the ones you love a super neato _______ (insert whatever here), I've come to realize those things often end up losing their value quicker than you can say "Happy New Years!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;About four years ago I came to the realization that when someone asks me what I want for Christmas, I am truly at a loss. As far as material goods, my cup runneth over with more than I could wish for. I have a roof over my head, a closetful to clothe my body, shoes for my feet, food on the table and a my good ol' reliable 99 Civic that still gets me wherever I need to go. And yep, I do feel blessed to have all those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So this Christmas the hubby and I are really going easy on the gift-giving, especially because we're saving to buy a house in the Spring. This decision requires us to be a bit creative with our holiday cheer :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While we realize that handing out gifts ultimately requires some sort of expense, sometimes I think the best gifts are ones that come with an "experience." Yanno, something that you will indeed remember 15 to 20 years from now. As I've grown older, homemade gifts have also become a fav ~ especially sweets, hence my extra 7-pound winter coat of fat. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But enough of that, here are some crafty and creative ideas that I think are great gift options this&amp;nbsp; holiday season:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here's a little diddy of me to get you in the holiday mood -- the obligatory "who the hell is this old crazy lookin white-haired man, get me offa here NOW" Santa picture :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhBCUQEAQ2w/Syg96c9qRFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DsAFWSKeudI/s1600-h/10get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhBCUQEAQ2w/Syg96c9qRFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DsAFWSKeudI/s400/10get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) Personalized Calendars.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm sure as kids you adored your puppy calendar or swooned over that New Kids on the Block calendar like I did. But these days, there is nothing more meaningful than a customized calendar filled with pictures of your gift recipient. I started doing this about 5 years ago and my friends and family loved them so much, they grew to expect them. For the past two years I didn't get the chance to make em because I was overwhelmed with work and just didn't have enough time, and believe me I had some disappointed family members for sure. But this year ... I'm bringin sexy back. YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the past I've used Office Max and Shutterfly, but Costco online offers some GREAT options for calendars. I've loved the quality of the calendars and they get delivered to your home in just a few days. Personalized calendars are PERFECT gifts for friends and family, especially grandparents who always adore seeing pics of their grandkids. These calendars can range anywhere from $10 to $25 ~ Costco's standard calendars are $10 plus shipping. If you don't have the pictures to create a calendar, think of giving them a gift certificate specifically for this. It's a great keepsake full of happy memories to last them through the new year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) ITune giftcards.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Who doesn't LOVE music? With everyone and their momma havin some sort of MP3 player these days, ITune giftcards are the way to go. Sam's Club and Costco currently have multipacks on sale that are priced lower than their value. Music is timeless and with these giftcards, your family and friends will be rockin out far beyond the holiday season and the one after that :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) Make dinner for your family or friends or host a dinner party.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Who doesn't love food? Food isn't just fuel for the body, it also feeds the soul and allows for time to sit and talk to your guests -- it's time to bond. There is something wonderfully fulfilling about seeing people chow down on something you've made and sit around a table laughing and sharing stories. These are memories etched with fondness, friendship, laughter and joy that you will remember years and years from now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now if you can't cook a meal to save your life, consider doing an appetizer/dessert party. Appetizers are much more simpler to make and the same goes for desserts. Trust me, an assortment of appetizers, along with something tasty to drink and a selection of yummy desserts go a long way! Oooh and if you want a good appetizer idea -- order from Family Favorites catering!!!! My homemade lumpia was born to rock your parties out :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4) www.restaurant.com certificates &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know how this company manages to stay afloat but they are practically giving away restaurant certificates right now! There are roughly 13,000 restaurants nationwide that have teamed up with this company, selling certificates for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;$10 for $25 certificate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;$20 for $50 certificate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;$30 for $75 certificate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;$40 for $100 certificate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now mind you these are not franchise restaurants, most are smaller eateries, but many great ones that I have tried. I also happen to think it's fun trying out restaurants that aren't mainstream, so it opens the door for a little adventure. One thing you gotta note is that there are minimums that you must spend to use the coupon -- most of the one's I've seen are "spend at least $35 to use the $25 off." That's still only a $10 meal, which is fantabulous!!!! Also a big bonus is that these certificates don't expire and can be emailed if you want to send it someone you won't be seeing soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are even packages where you can send someone 3/6/9/12 months worth of certificates ($25 a month) so they can look forward to a new experience each month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Now while the above mentioned deals might sound good -- I've got another doozie for you. I have a ridiculously GOOD coupon to go with it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yep 70% off if you use the code SNOW at check out. The code SHARE was their previous deal for 80% off and I think it's expired, but check it out it just may work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Imagine buying a $25 certificate for as low as $2 or $3 -- tell me that isn't freakin ridiculous???&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5) www.smartbox.com gift certificates.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Another great gift idea I actually just discovered earlier today at Sam's Club. Ooooh weee I love me some Sam's Club!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These certificates allow people to choose their own "experience." There are themed boxes that offer different options such as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Fun for All: pottery class, aquarium visit, kayaking, dance class, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Adventure: surfing, white water rafting, hiking, yoga, indoor climbing, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Charming Getaways: 1-night lodging options throughout your area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Adrenaline: bungee jumping, snowmobiling, segway riding, bobsledding, paragliding, skydiving, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- Gourmet Retreats: wine tasting with an overnight stay, spa visits with an overnight stay, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Each box is good for 1 or 2 people, depending on the activity you choose, and gives your gift recipient the freedom to choose their adventure. I would absolutely LOVE to get something like this and I think it's an awesome concept ~ certainly a great alternative to the regular ol' store giftcard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The boxes run for as low as $49 up to $350 for the super fancy, all out experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhoo, those are just a few ideas that I think are great alternatives to the usual sweater or scarf we all seem to get every year. But remember, it really should be about the thought that counts. So don't break the bank, and instead, be thoughtful and creative and make it something you think will last a lifetime ... ahem, a calendar of Robert Pattinson and Taylor Lautner without shirts on and that plaid patterned purse you really want will be a worthless piece of crap in about 2 years :) I promise!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and PS in case you didn't realize it based on my "7-pound coat of winter fat" comment, a basketful of homemade goods -- cookies, holiday sweets, cake, cupcakes, etc. is also rockstar solid for a gift. I don't think I've ever met someone who didn't LOVE a basket of homemade sweetness and if you do happen to know someone who wasn't overly enthused by your basket of goodies, you have my permission and blessing to smack em upside the head!&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/2629662104334655368-3688437742379240511?l=mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/3688437742379240511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2009/12/five-great-gift-ideas-for-holidays-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/3688437742379240511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/3688437742379240511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2009/12/five-great-gift-ideas-for-holidays-2009.html' title='Five Great Gift Ideas for The Holidays 2009'/><author><name>*MarieSam*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876090304954396800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Svu-1Ck9WMI/AAAAAAAAABU/yUMFzJcwY-E/S220/5929_724859743135_3425490_43470548_3798434_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EhBCUQEAQ2w/Syg96c9qRFI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DsAFWSKeudI/s72-c/10get-attachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629662104334655368.post-8787502200224665438</id><published>2009-12-13T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:35:16.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Things You Didn't Know About Me ~ Installment #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This will likely be the first of many installments, but here we go ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1) I COULDA BEEN A CRYSTAL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My parents wanted to name me Crystal, after Crystal Gale. I'm SO glad they didn't -- that name has always sounded sorta ... stripperish to me. Sorry if your name is Crystal, I'm sure you're not a stripper. Or are you? Hmmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;In case you didn't know who Crystal Gale was ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyXAm0R8pyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/IZNXUO25FXs/s1600-h/Crystal-Gayle-When-I-Dream-296841.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyXAm0R8pyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/IZNXUO25FXs/s320/Crystal-Gayle-When-I-Dream-296841.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But instead of crowning me with a stripper-life fate, they decided to do what many Filipino parents are oh so very fond of -- the mixed name combo. Mom's name is Mary, Dad's name is Sam -- hence the MarieSam (pronounced MarySam). Ah yes, as if the combo name wasn't enough, they got creative and changed the spelling up too. Kinda like how people do the name Marcus, Markus, Marquis, Marques = hilarious!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS - As a toddler, I looked like I had no chance of growing up cute, my parents wont admit it, but I'm sure they were worried. Example ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyW6HhiRUGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KnWamBJSO_M/s1600-h/20get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyW6HhiRUGI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KnWamBJSO_M/s400/20get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2) I HAVE A DEFORMITY.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have a permanently broken/deformed right pinky finger, and ironically my daughter has one too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know how my finger came to be like this, my Grandma used to joke with me and say she sat on it when I was little thus breaking it. But I never knew if she was joking or being truthful because she always chuckled right after she said it. Nevertheless, it's my flaw and I have embraced it. Although I will say that it has prevented me from learning how to do a cartwheel or handstand ... or at least that's what I'm gonna say, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As for Chey, she broke her right finger in elementary school during recess. It was a freak accident, but we had a splint put on it, by her Pepa (Tommy's dad) and it healed just fine, except now it's a little&amp;nbsp; crooked and looks like mine, although not as bad. Strange right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyW6qDWYoMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MOrmGFWR2qY/s1600-h/IMG_0275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyW6qDWYoMI/AAAAAAAAAEI/MOrmGFWR2qY/s400/IMG_0275.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3) I WAS A DANCING QUEEN. FOR REAL.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For about 9 years when I was a kid I took ballet, pointe, tap, jazz, and hip-hop lessons and I was freakin good *HOLLA* I competed every year with my dance group -- Chorus Line Dance Studio -- and won more than 30 trophies. We also did yearly productions at the auditorium at Long Beach Jordan High School and I'd invite all my friends and family to come watch me. I began performing at such a young age, I had to learn how to do my makeup and hair because my mom couldn't always attend my competitions. So you could pretty much say I've been doing hair/makeup since I was about 7, hence my love for cosmetics and other beauty products!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My ballet/pointe teacher was Anne Demko and she was a professional ballerina who mingled with the likes of other well-known performers. One year we did the Goblin King as a ballet production and I played the lead role. She said she showed the tape to her friend, David Bowie, and he thought I was beautiful and loved me as a dancer. I never knew if she was telling the truth, but I decided to go ahead and believe her because it just tickled my fancy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And oh yes, there are pictures. Here are just a few of the lost archives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyW6-_x9IUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4F3xcI6JhdY/s1600-h/3get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyW6-_x9IUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/4F3xcI6JhdY/s320/3get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyW7AUgtRNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HFEXmBmSDns/s1600-h/8get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyW7AUgtRNI/AAAAAAAAAEY/HFEXmBmSDns/s320/8get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyW7DN9mirI/AAAAAAAAAEg/R_6sfsA4pCM/s1600-h/11get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyW7DN9mirI/AAAAAAAAAEg/R_6sfsA4pCM/s320/11get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyW7FpbPEaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wVmv3Wfzyb0/s1600-h/12get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyW7FpbPEaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/wVmv3Wfzyb0/s320/12get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyW7ISR5eMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LDq-vHQSoV0/s1600-h/14get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyW7ISR5eMI/AAAAAAAAAEw/LDq-vHQSoV0/s320/14get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyW7Ko5uaQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tz8hQgrztuM/s1600-h/15get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyW7Ko5uaQI/AAAAAAAAAE4/tz8hQgrztuM/s320/15get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyW7MjBR3zI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1SZ4nHXFJCA/s1600-h/16get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyW7MjBR3zI/AAAAAAAAAFA/1SZ4nHXFJCA/s320/16get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyW7PeqCYDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/osTO-AL2Rvc/s1600-h/18get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyW7PeqCYDI/AAAAAAAAAFI/osTO-AL2Rvc/s320/18get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyW7RHyopII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HGMfg1xN008/s1600-h/19get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyW7RHyopII/AAAAAAAAAFQ/HGMfg1xN008/s400/19get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;OMG, yes I totally thought I was sexy here!!! Look, I even signed the damn thing, HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4) I COULD HAVE DONE A DUET WITH STEVE URKEL.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aside from being a dancer growing up, I also played ... wait for it ... wait for it ... the accordion. Oh yes, I played the nerdiest instrument known to mankind!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have not a clue how my parents got me into playing this thing, but one day somebody came to the house and gave me a lesson and the rest was history. I played for about five years and I was pretty good whenever I'd actually sit down and practice. But alas, I hated practicing! The instrument was heavy as can be and I would have rather been dancing. Nevertheless, my group won lots of competitions and one year I even placed 2nd runner up in a largest accordion competition on the West Coast. It was held at the Hyatt Hotel at LAX every year and the first year I totally bombed. The next year is when I placed and my parents were overjoyed. I was a bit proud too especially because I HATED the instrument, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyXBmfo64xI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o44lEBgQKnw/s1600-h/9get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyXBmfo64xI/AAAAAAAAAFw/o44lEBgQKnw/s400/9get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a side note, I still have my accordion and Tommy begs for me to whip it out now and then. I still remember a couple of things, but it'll probably take a few lessons for me to become fluid at it again. But don't hold your breath, I have no desire to revive my life as the female version of Steve Urkel, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And here's yet another accordion pic during my pre-teen fugly era. I can't believe I'm really posting this, WOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyW8RDXwX6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/TtI2HTDW-M8/s1600-h/17get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyW8RDXwX6I/AAAAAAAAAFg/TtI2HTDW-M8/s400/17get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;5) I AM TOTAL CHICKEN $HIT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm afraid of scary movies and suspense material, and I mean, hide under a blanket or my jacket when I'm watching them scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I never understood why my friends growing up always wanted to rent scary movies during slumber parties, but they did and I hated it. I've never really been able to overcome this fear, perhaps it's because I have an overactive imagination and begin to think that the scary characters or occurrences I see in the film will carry over into real life. The last scary movie I watched was "The Ring" and I am still convinced one of these nights that scary little chick is gonna walk outta my TV screen and eat me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the late 80s, I remember watching "Pet Semetery" with my accordion group, ironically, and I almost peed in my pants in the theater. For the next two years I was convinced Zelda -- the skeleton/ghoulish sister with the jacked up back who was locked up in a room -- was living in our guest room, which had a bed that was empty but no one slept in there. It was awful and sometimes I still have flashbacks of her face *EEKKKK*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Admittedly, I am still chicken $hit to this day and my threshold for watching scary stuff is limited to the show "Criminal Minds". Yeah, even that crap scares me. I recently sat through a Criminal Minds&amp;nbsp; marathon and I am thoroughly convinced that anyone who looks at me sideways is a freakin serial killer!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok enough about me for now ~ do you still think of me the same way?&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/2629662104334655368-8787502200224665438?l=mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/8787502200224665438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2009/12/five-things-you-didnt-know-about-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/8787502200224665438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/8787502200224665438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2009/12/five-things-you-didnt-know-about-me.html' title='Five Things You Didn&apos;t Know About Me ~ Installment #1'/><author><name>*MarieSam*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876090304954396800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Svu-1Ck9WMI/AAAAAAAAABU/yUMFzJcwY-E/S220/5929_724859743135_3425490_43470548_3798434_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SyXAm0R8pyI/AAAAAAAAAFo/IZNXUO25FXs/s72-c/Crystal-Gayle-When-I-Dream-296841.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629662104334655368.post-2153377763337222861</id><published>2009-12-02T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T20:34:07.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If BS'ing was a sport, I'd be freaking famous.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have no idea why I am like this, but I wait until the last minute on everything! Be it work, doing projects/papers during my school days, working on to-do lists, needing a haircut, or even getting my eyebrows threaded -- I will wait till I look like I've gone on strike from haircuts and I'm sportin an unattractive unibrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* I know this would be a perfect time to add a picture of me with grown out hair and a unibrow, but I am not stupid Internet!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But I think the worst thing about waiting last minute is that it makes me chronically late to everything! Everything such as: my own wedding, our wedding welcome dinner, my day-after wedding photo session, my college graduation, church, doctor's appointments, dinner dates, sporting events, numerous family parties, oh and lest I forget work, work, and work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SxbseU7rIoI/AAAAAAAAADw/hGqOPohxjRg/s1600-h/mariesam_tommy_1504.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SxbseU7rIoI/AAAAAAAAADw/hGqOPohxjRg/s400/mariesam_tommy_1504.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;You see this should have been in better light, but I was 90 minutes late for my own wedding!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Even though I know I need to handle these things, no matter what, it's always done last minute. If last minute was a train, I'd be hanging on to the caboose with my fingernails with my knees dragging on the tracks. Yes, it is that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I decided to reflect on this fault of mine because these next two weeks are hellish for me with&amp;nbsp; six packages due -- shot, script written, voiced and edited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Sxbtes2gyxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/kzg2iLv1YjY/s1600-h/l_0c97c094e6cf7f9d31110f1855cf1218.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Sxbtes2gyxI/AAAAAAAAAD4/kzg2iLv1YjY/s640/l_0c97c094e6cf7f9d31110f1855cf1218.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Interviewing Lou Gossett, Jr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In fact I have one due tomorrow morning at 9 a.m. but instead I am:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-- sitting at home facebooking and checking every person's page ... three times in case they update it with the answers to life's greatest mysteries -- Is Tupac alive? Who killed Biggie? Did OJ do it? Why do boys wear skinny jeans? Is Heidi Klum "I have 4 kids, but look damn good" human? Will I ever lose my "but I had a baby" gut? etc, etc, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-- eating my Smart Ones' cheese ziti like I was sittin on a patio bistro in Italy ... sans the bistro, the patio, and Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-- and casually sipping on diet green tea like it came from the fountain of youth and it's the last drink left in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes, I am totally BS'ing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And yet, despite my terrible affinity for procrastination, I somehow get things done. Most of the time I have no idea how, lol. Me and last minute are just good friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So in honor of my knack for BS'ing, I thought I'd humor the world, and myself for that matter, listing all the ridiculous ways I have been putting things off lately in an effort to ignore the pile of work and writing assignments I have to do. This is one of the downfalls of being a freelance journalist and working from home. BUT maybe this will make me realize how terribly bad I am and ignite a change ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) I hit the home button on facebook about a million times in hopes that someone will post something that warrants my immediate attention. Yeah I know, nothing is ever that important on facebook, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) I set out on a search for a "Law and Order" rerun, knowing damn well that show is on every hour of the day. Ooooh wee and I loves it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3) I watch tivo'ed Lakers' games ... from last season's finals. Tee hee. I am a chronic "old" Lakers' game watcher and will get all excited even though I know the outcome and have seen the same dunks, steals, and-ones, over and over and over again. When my husband makes fun of me, I just tell him I secretly got hired as a scout for the team so I'm reviewing film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4) I open the refrigerator about two times an hour as if some splendid meal is going to pop up in between peeks. But alas, the same 20 jars of random condiments, bags of Thanksgiving leftovers and other little tidbits are still in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5) I read through old emails and organize them into my Saved Folders if they're important and need to be kept. Oh and I address ones I somehow forgot to respond to. Do you think it's rude that I never responded to a "congrats you're married!" email from June? Nevermind, I don't really like that person anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6) I play Jungle Jewels, Bejeweled Blitz and World Challenge repeatedly (as in 20 times in a row) on Facebook. Hmmm...I beginning to realize that Facebook is a perfectly tailored haven for BS'ers. Damn it, this is all Facebook's fault!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7) I google/yahoo my name to see what interesting things are being said about me. This is pretty funny and a good thing to do every once in a while. It can give you quite a confidence boost, but can also kick you to the ground and humble you. It reminds me not everyone will like my work and that I need to have thick skin working in the broadcasting industry ... oh an aside from all that, it's a good way to make sure someone isn't using your name as an alias to be an international pornstar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8) I read every article possible on my USC Trojans, the LA Lakers and sometimes the Angels. My love for sports is always a good excuse to BS :) Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9) I bother my 14-year-old daughter to the point where she says "you're crazy/you're weird/what's wrong with you .... mommy?" The conversation starts innocently with me asking her what's going on with school, her teachers, her grades, her friends, etc. And when I feel her attention slipping away I begin to ask her about Taylor Lautner and all the rest of her teenie bopper idols/imaginary boyfriends. She's quick to my game and somehow our conversations always end with her saying "don't you have work to do?" *sigh* sometimes having a smart kid has its faults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;10) Hmmmm .... I blog thinking that it will get my journalistic juices flowing and jumpstart my brain into wanting to sit down and write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yeah, that last one didn't work ... Cheyenne is home from school!!! Time to go bother her :)&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/2629662104334655368-2153377763337222861?l=mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/2153377763337222861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-bsing-was-sport-id-be-freaking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/2153377763337222861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/2153377763337222861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-bsing-was-sport-id-be-freaking.html' title='If BS&apos;ing was a sport, I&apos;d be freaking famous.'/><author><name>*MarieSam*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876090304954396800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Svu-1Ck9WMI/AAAAAAAAABU/yUMFzJcwY-E/S220/5929_724859743135_3425490_43470548_3798434_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SxbseU7rIoI/AAAAAAAAADw/hGqOPohxjRg/s72-c/mariesam_tommy_1504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629662104334655368.post-557088657487939434</id><published>2009-11-30T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T16:05:40.702-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gratitude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>So Blessed. So Thankful.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Every year my family and I -- at least 18+ of us -- gather to celebrate Thanksgiving. It is a day guaranteed to fill our bellies with lots of food and drinks, and overflow our souls with love and laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This year was no different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SxOakO6ALzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/f0xJObsJP4Q/s1600/4138079460_81c97bf435_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SxOakO6ALzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/f0xJObsJP4Q/s400/4138079460_81c97bf435_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SxOamzZxHrI/AAAAAAAAADY/BbL4pnz0Syc/s1600/4138078944_699c98c37a_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SxOamzZxHrI/AAAAAAAAADY/BbL4pnz0Syc/s400/4138078944_699c98c37a_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The food was abundant, the drinks (my fruity concoction and Cassie's delicious cranberry citrus sangria) were delicious, and the company was perfect. The usual suspects -- the Sanchez's, Roque's, Manliguez squared, Requireme's -- were all in attendance but we also added our new families -- the Walden's, Harris', Harvey's, and Austin. It was a beautiful blend of cultures and humanity and a night flushed with lots of wonderful memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SxOaqb2o4yI/AAAAAAAAADg/j306CSkM38k/s1600/4138079354_28306a6507_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SxOaqb2o4yI/AAAAAAAAADg/j306CSkM38k/s400/4138079354_28306a6507_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But unlike years past, our Thanksgiving morning was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That morning we took in feeding the homeless through a wonderful organization called www.gobblegooblegive.org . Through God's grace, I happened to visit my friend Mina's facebook page about two weeks ago and noticed she had posted an article about ways to make a difference during the holiday season. This organization was listed in the article and I immediately signed myself up along with Tommy, Chey, Angela, Joshua, Eugene, Mark and Cassie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I stayed up late the night before to make creamed corn, a sweet potato casserole along with biscuits to bring to the event, which is made possible through potluck donations and volunteers. Along with our dishes we brought bags full of barely worn coats that were no longer being used, brand new toothbrush kits and an extra special care package sent by cousin Beulah who couldn't join us because of work. When we arrived at the event in Echo Park, we passed off our donations and immediately had our cars filled with boxed meals, clothes and personal hygiene products -- all ready to be passed out to out homeless brothers and sisters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seeing the long line of cars waiting to be filled warmed my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the droves of people lined up to sign in and help the "conveyor belt" of organizers inside the center made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing so many people walk up with homemade dishes and bags full of clothes made me realize there is still a lot of good in this fast moving world that often crushes those left behind in its path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With three cars full, we set off with simple instructions, "find the needy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I rode in the car with Tommy, Mark and Eugene and with eight eyes wide open we cruised through the downtown LA district in hopes to find the needy and brighten up their day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Slowly we found them and learned what to look for, their appearances all so similar -- disheveled often stained clothing, uncombed hair, some looking through trash cans, some sitting silently on the sidewalk with glassy eyes, and many pushing their entire lives in a cart before them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Would you like a meal?" It was what we figured was the most appropriate way to serve them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Initially, we came across some who were hesitant, likely because they had already been given one of the styrofoam cased meals or some with their minds lost to our words. But slowly, we found those who jumped at our offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We drove throughout L.A. that morning, passing out at least 15 meals, many pieces of fruit, several articles of clothing and tons of soaps, shampoos, toothbrushes and other products.&amp;nbsp; Gifts of simplicity that carried so much value. About 45-minutes into our trek, we dropped by Smart and Final and purchased a case of bottled water because it just didn't seem appropriate to serve these meals without a drink. We wanted "our people" to receive a full meal, a Thanksgiving meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Emblazoned in my mind was a Latina I came across that morning who was picking up pieces of glass off the sidewalk. Why? I don't really know. Perhaps she was picking up the glass to avoid hurting her feet, which were shoeless and only covered with worn down socks. When we offered her food she motioned for us to lay it on a nearby ledge, unable to speak English she only nodded her head.&amp;nbsp; When I looked at her picking up those pieces of glass, I wondered if she had a family, and if that family knew she was living on the street ... picking up glass, without any shoes. Watching her hastily pick up those shards of glass made my heart ache, and seeing her scurry away wearing only socks made me feel guilty for all the hundreds of pairs of shoes that sit in my garage -- many of them yet to be worn. This woman's face has left an imprint on my mind -- her piercing eyes filled with desperation intermixed with the spirit of fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That morning I learned how much in my life I take for granted -- the roof over my head, my closet bursting with clothes, the abundance of food in our house and the warmness of my bed every night. These are things that have always been there since I was little, but it never really occurred to me that these things that can so easily be taken away in the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I also realized that faith and hope will never die even in the darkest corners of life. I cannot count how many blessings I received that morning, but they were plentiful and I am so deeply grateful for every single one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"God bless you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"You are an angel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"May God always be with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Peace and blessings to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;" I knew someone was coming today! You are spoiling us!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;These words came with the most beautiful smiles attached to sparkling eyes. It touched the depths of my soul to see their faces light up when we handed them a meal and received such sincere appreciation in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My eyes filled with tears so many times that morning and at one point I simply turned to Tommy and said ... "I'm sad." There really was no other way to put it. When you see people with so little, their entire life in a cart, a bag or simply on their person, it makes you realize how hard this world can be. It makes you realize just how lucky you are for every meal, every gift, every opportunity that comes your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We merely passed out boxed meals that day, but the thanks and blessings we received in return felt like we had just handed off a million dollars ... one at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It is so hard to put into words what I felt that morning, but it encompassed lessons of love, faith, hope and charity. And I can honestly say, when I gathered with my family that night for Thanksgiving dinner, I was more grateful than I have ever been before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SxOasGrzryI/AAAAAAAAADo/onc6IGqDK90/s1600/4138079086_c5360ba6e6_b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SxOasGrzryI/AAAAAAAAADo/onc6IGqDK90/s400/4138079086_c5360ba6e6_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This Christmas my family and I plan to volunteer at the LA Mission to help feed the needy on Christmas Eve, just like we did last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But this year, our Christmas Day will be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The Thanksgiving event has inspired us to organize our own rendition of gobblegobblegive. Through the donations of food, gifts, clothing and money we hope to receive from friends and family -- we are going to hit the LA streets once again with cars full of food and gifts. We honestly can't think of a better way to spend our Christmas morning. We hope and pray our event will be a success, and with God's blessing, it will be the start of a Christmas Day tradition that will continue for years to come ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* If you are interested in participating in our Christmas Day event by volunteering, donating items, or contributing money toward our purchase of food, containers, hygiene products, etc., please send me a message. We greatly appreciate all the help we can get! &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/2629662104334655368-557088657487939434?l=mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/557088657487939434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-blessed-so-thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/557088657487939434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/557088657487939434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-blessed-so-thankful.html' title='So Blessed. So Thankful.'/><author><name>*MarieSam*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876090304954396800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Svu-1Ck9WMI/AAAAAAAAABU/yUMFzJcwY-E/S220/5929_724859743135_3425490_43470548_3798434_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SxOakO6ALzI/AAAAAAAAADQ/f0xJObsJP4Q/s72-c/4138079460_81c97bf435_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629662104334655368.post-3154376781562836714</id><published>2009-11-20T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:55:42.534-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moisturizer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fabulous find'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shoes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clothes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lotion'/><title type='text'>Fabulous Find Fridays: Johnson's "Forever Fresh" Refreshing Lotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those who know me well, know I am a clothes and shoe whore -- I could probably wear a different outfit every single day complete with an assortment of bags, accessories and shoes for three years straight. YES, the wardrobe/shoe/accessory collections are that ridiculous, and YES my credit cards have been abused through the years, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then there are those who know my other little addiction -- I am a health and beauty product junkie and I mean, tie me up, tell me friends I'm backpacking through Europe, and throw me in rehab type of junkie. I buy products because they smell good or come in pretty packaging. I will try any and all types of lotion, moisturizers, nail polish, beauty tools, make-up, hairbands, curling irons, etc., etc., etc. And while my room and closet could easily be mistaken for Macy's/Ross/Nordstrom's/Forever 21, check out my shelves and bathroom and you'll think you're knee-deep in Target/Walmart/ULTA/Sephora. YES, it is that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That being said, you can only imagine how many God awful products I've tried and conversely how many wonderful "magic in a bottle" creams and shampoos I have discovered! I think I've found the fountain of youth about 10 times, only to be disappointed by the reality of bad lighting.&amp;nbsp; :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Which brings me to today's Fabulous Find ~ Johnson's "Forever Fresh" Refreshing Lotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SweYMb1cBwI/AAAAAAAAADI/IF0s_j3Oc9k/s1600/foreverfresh11oz2-116x275.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SweYMb1cBwI/AAAAAAAAADI/IF0s_j3Oc9k/s320/foreverfresh11oz2-116x275.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As I said before, I'm a sucker for things that make me feel and smell good and that's especially the case when it comes to my body lotion. About 10 years ago, I went through the same "Bath and Body Works" lotion craze that took over the nation. But several years ago, I wisened up and resorted back to the good ol' drugstore body lotions, which are always much cheaper and more available. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;While I've had my old reliable/always have a stash favorites -- Palmer's Cocoa Butter or Palmer's Olive Butter -- I sometimes stray and look for new scents, particularly lotions that smell "clean and fresh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/bodycare"&gt; Johnson's new line of 2009 lotions&lt;/a&gt; offers a great variety of body lotions, but Forever Fresh is my favorite!!!! While keeping my skin soft, supple and smooth it also smells like a breath of fresh air from heaven. And what I lurrrvve most is it's time-release fragrance ~ so I, and those around me, get whiffs of my "just stepped outta the shower" scent all day long :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Forever Fresh can be found for about $3.50-$4.00 at your local drugstore and if you check out the Johnson's link above, there's a *$1.00 off coupon* And in case you're wondering, YES this is the same company that makes that world famous butterscotch-color shampoo in a bottle for babies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So if you're ever feeling the urge to cheat on your usual body moisture regimen, check out Johnson's Forever Fresh. Trust me, it's fresh, fragrant and fabulous!!!&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/2629662104334655368-3154376781562836714?l=mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/3154376781562836714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2009/11/fabulous-find-fridays-johnsons-forever.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/3154376781562836714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/3154376781562836714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2009/11/fabulous-find-fridays-johnsons-forever.html' title='Fabulous Find Fridays: Johnson&apos;s &quot;Forever Fresh&quot; Refreshing Lotion'/><author><name>*MarieSam*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876090304954396800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Svu-1Ck9WMI/AAAAAAAAABU/yUMFzJcwY-E/S220/5929_724859743135_3425490_43470548_3798434_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SweYMb1cBwI/AAAAAAAAADI/IF0s_j3Oc9k/s72-c/foreverfresh11oz2-116x275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629662104334655368.post-9181487298029349142</id><published>2009-11-16T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:56:28.151-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cheyenne'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pacquiao'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='USC'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='election'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lakers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fried chicken'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philippines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boxing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cotto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swine flu'/><title type='text'>The week that was 11/9 ~ 11/15</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Looking back at the week that passed, there's a lot that immediately comes to mind ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-- Chey returned to school after missing two days from what I think may have been the swine flu (she had temps of 103+ for 2.5 days straight and was achy, had cold symptoms and was very lethargic). Surprisingly no one else got sick, including me who had the most contact with her. Missing school when you've got all honors classes is no fun. She spent a lot of days staying an hour extra after school to make up stuff she missed. But the way she busted her butt all week made me realize that my lil girl really does care about her grades and that makes me really proud mama*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-- I pulled a muscle in my right shoulder from the work-related stress of producing two packages that I really wanted to kick ass (the election ballot package and retail merchandising class piece, which by the way both ended up being pretty damn sweet!). So I piled on the Ben Gay for two days and felt really, really, really ... old. And smelled really, really, really ... old, like how my Grandpa used to smell :) But in all honesty, I kinda like it, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-- I realized that my self-made lumpia business has been pretty doing pretty well so far and while I feel like I'm rolling at least once a week, I do enjoy it and love knowing that Grandma's recipe is so well received! Now I need to get cracking and advertise to really get my business out there, especially with the holidays coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-- Knott's fried chicken is quite delightful, but their freshly baked biscuits with boysenberry jam are painfully addicting!!! In this same train of thought, why does everything that taste so good always gotta be bad for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-- My teams aren't doing too well right now :(&amp;nbsp; USC got shellacked by Stanford (a team that has a damn tree running around the sidelines and a ridiculously talented tailback who looks like a future used car salesman), leaving them at a 3-loss season so far, which is unheard of in the Pete Carroll era. I guess we really are "rebuilding" and it sucks! Meanwhile, the Lakers lost two straight, looking horrible against the Nuggets and Rockets -- both of whom they will likely have to face in the playoffs, but hey Gasol's still out and it's November so I'm not really worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-- Manny Pacquaio is the truth. He pretty much blasted Miguel Cotto and left no doubt that he is one of boxing's all time greats, winning a seventh world title in his seventh weight class. This little man of the grandest stature made history in the sport, and like he said "more importantly a Filipino did it." Never in the modern history of our people has someone so greatly unified a country with such pride and joy. The Philippines stops when Pacquiao is fighting. The nation's congress goes on holiday when he's got a match because most of the representatives are at the fight. Crime goes down when he's in the ring -- even the rebels and terrorists stop to watch. He is the most interesting Filipino in the world :) XX&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But perhaps what is so honorable to me is that regardless of what he has accomplished, he stays humble and always gives grace to God. Pacquiao is a God fearing man, whom you will always see praying before and after a fight. And though he's made his share of riches, he has and continues to help Filipinos in need. Beggars line up at his PI home daily, asking for help for which he does oblige. During the deadly typhoons that struck the islands, Pacquiao was there to help oft to the dismay of his trainer Roach who believed it was distracting him from training for the Cotto fight. He is not just a boxer looking to make millions, rather he is a man who also looks to help those in need and a man who revels in the opportunity to unify a nation. And while his fighting style is always worth the price of admission, I admire him most because he understands that being an accomplished man also means being a man who has the power to positively impact and inspire good people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He makes me even prouder to be Filipino :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Much like PI, we stop to watch the pride of the people!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SwEp5wEPyII/AAAAAAAAACw/JXzwp9rMm9E/s1600/IMG_0202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SwEp5wEPyII/AAAAAAAAACw/JXzwp9rMm9E/s320/IMG_0202.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SwEp-1kSFRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xvd59Wkn6Ag/s1600/IMG_0203.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SwEp-1kSFRI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xvd59Wkn6Ag/s320/IMG_0203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SwEqDwiW9yI/AAAAAAAAADA/1J438J4O8ck/s1600/IMG_0204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SwEqDwiW9yI/AAAAAAAAADA/1J438J4O8ck/s320/IMG_0204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-- During Saturday evening mass, which I lectored at, the priests of our parish made an announcement at the end of the mass that filled me with sadness. As I tried to hold back my tears, the rest of the 800+ parishioners present were also overcome with a deafening silence that blanketed the swell of their heavy hearts ... Because I am still trying to figure out my emotions about what I heard and a mere paragraph would not do my reflections justice, I plan to continue this thought tomorrow ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Until then ... &lt;i&gt;Good Night to the week that was. Sweet dreams to today and tomorrow.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629662104334655368-9181487298029349142?l=mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/9181487298029349142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2009/11/week-that-was-119-1115.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/9181487298029349142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/9181487298029349142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2009/11/week-that-was-119-1115.html' title='The week that was 11/9 ~ 11/15'/><author><name>*MarieSam*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876090304954396800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Svu-1Ck9WMI/AAAAAAAAABU/yUMFzJcwY-E/S220/5929_724859743135_3425490_43470548_3798434_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SwEp5wEPyII/AAAAAAAAACw/JXzwp9rMm9E/s72-c/IMG_0202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629662104334655368.post-3928149443088796236</id><published>2009-11-13T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:57:08.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous Find Fridays:  El Pescador Restaurant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So since I am an uber shopper/diner/product connoisseur (yes, I had to google to check the spelling on that one), I've decided to share at least one Fabulous Find every Friday. And, if I've found something just so incredibly amazing and can't wait till Friday, then you will get bonus fabulous finds too :) Yep, I'm a dork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So without further adieu, the first find I'll share deals with one of my all time favs = food. If you know me and my family, then you know we love our food. We don't just eat to live, we live to eat. In my life, food not only means nutrition, it also means being with friends and family, eating something delicious, and lots of good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhoo, the first installment of Fabulous Finds is "El Pescador" Restaurant in Hawaiian Gardens, California. This little eatery has been down the street from my house for the longest -- I'm thinking at least 15 years now -- but for some reason I'd never ventured over to try it, until my cousins gave me the scoop and said it was pretty delicious, had great margaritas AND $1 taco happy hour. *SOLD*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So we went for my cousin Mark's birthday and indulged in their Happy Hour, which runs from 4 p.m. to 7 p.m. Monday through Friday. We splurged on their fresh fruit $3 margaritas, their two tacos/$2 deal, and their half-off appetizer platter. Oh and how can I forget their free fresh chips served with beans, cheese and salsa. OMG everything was delicious, so authentic and best of all cheap!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;My super cute cousin Ajax enjoying happy hour! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Sv3l6ayj82I/AAAAAAAAACY/j4hypJN-tlg/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Sv3l6ayj82I/AAAAAAAAACY/j4hypJN-tlg/s320/IMG_0011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our personal favorites at El Pescador are: carne asada tacos in a soft flour tortilla, and chicken or carnitas tacos in a fried shell. The tacos are the perfect size, served made to order and come with fresh guacamole and salsa. This restaurant also had a great selection of entrees on their menu, but because we can't get past their tacos, we've yet to try anything else. Although I can certainly say it all looks and smells delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Sv3mKE9CT0I/AAAAAAAAACo/Q3Plw-ILKKg/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Sv3mKE9CT0I/AAAAAAAAACo/Q3Plw-ILKKg/s200/IMG_0016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Since our first visit we've been back at least four times, and if my husband had it his way, we'd go at least once a week. But since he'd still like to be able to wrap his arms around his wife, we've decided to ease up on the taco indulgence, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In a gist, I highly recommend everyone to check out El Pescador for some deliciously authentic Mexican cuisine that will make you feel like your dining on a beach in Mexico sans beautiful ocean, bikini clad hottie and the Italian pot-bellied man in a thong speedo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ajax thinks the margaritas are made strong and perfect!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Sv3mFFXRiWI/AAAAAAAAACg/qGn_QOfF7wA/s1600-h/IMG_0015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Sv3mFFXRiWI/AAAAAAAAACg/qGn_QOfF7wA/s320/IMG_0015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So check it out and tell me what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;El Pescador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;21500 Norwalk Blvd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hawaiian Gardens, CA&amp;nbsp;   90716&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(562) 809-1183&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;* And if you're not in the HG area, they also have locations in Whittier, Bell Gardens, Los Angeles, La Mirada, South Gate, Bell, Santa Paula, West South Gate, Pico Rivera, Fillmore, North and South Ontario, Highland Park, and Carson. (*PS I called them and typed the cities as he cited them, lol.)&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/2629662104334655368-3928149443088796236?l=mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/3928149443088796236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2009/11/fabulous-find-fridays-el-pescador.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/3928149443088796236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/3928149443088796236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2009/11/fabulous-find-fridays-el-pescador.html' title='Fabulous Find Fridays:  El Pescador Restaurant'/><author><name>*MarieSam*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876090304954396800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Svu-1Ck9WMI/AAAAAAAAABU/yUMFzJcwY-E/S220/5929_724859743135_3425490_43470548_3798434_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Sv3l6ayj82I/AAAAAAAAACY/j4hypJN-tlg/s72-c/IMG_0011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629662104334655368.post-8354379122952897577</id><published>2009-11-11T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T17:11:11.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby blog steps shall start with a list!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok so in an effort to become a regular blogger, since all the cool kids are doing it :)&amp;nbsp; I am going to start with an easy blog by doing a list! After all, list are fast, easy and can be quickly jotted down while you're on the phone, driving on the freeway or ... doing your makeup while on the phone driving on the freeway. *guilty*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So here's my attempt to blog via list!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: red; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;THINGS I LURRVVEE WITH HEARTS ALL AROUND THEM:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) &lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;sports, sports, sports&lt;/span&gt; -- especially USC football, the LA Lakers, and Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim, which by the way in not even in LA County so umm ... yeah. Within this affinity so goes my love for Kobe Bryant, Pete Carroll, Chone Figgins and Mike Scioscia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;good sports talk radio&lt;/span&gt; -- yes I'll admit I have not a clue what songs or artists are "in" right now, but I can tell you that the Dan Patrick Show is freakin hilarious!!! 6 a.m. to 9 a.m. Monday through Friday baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3) &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;yummy food&lt;/span&gt; -- there's is just no way of getting around it, Filipino people live to eat. Thus I will just accept my fate that I will always have a gut and jiggles, but damn it, I will never be hungry! Oooh and cake, I just love me some cake with frosting so sweet is makes your teeth hurt ... mmmmmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4) &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;traveling with my family --&lt;/span&gt; and when I say family I mean 20+ people because that's how we roll! We have so much fun together and I love the fact that it's pretty much a "takeover" when we show because there's just so many of us. Up next on our to-do-travel list: Costa Rica, Egypt, Greece, Spain, Portugal, Croatia, Australia, Thailand, Philippines. Holla!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5) &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;coupons&lt;/span&gt; -- who doesn't love a discount!?!? Yes I am the girl who will bring a coupon to a fancy smancy restaurant and buy one get one free in a second :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6) &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;kisses on my forehead&lt;/span&gt; -- they're sweet and pure and make me feel warm and fuzzy inside*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7) &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;Target, Ross, Sam's Club and Trader Joes&lt;/span&gt; -- I think I'd be ok if I could only shop at these places for the rest of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8) &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;rubbing my tongue the back of my bottom front teeth after a cleaning at the dentist&lt;/span&gt; -- weird I know, but I love feeling those clean ridges!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;9) &lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;foreign accents and foreign languages&lt;/span&gt; -- it just so cool and pleasing to my ears! British, Austraillian, French, Italian, Spanish, African, you name it, I love it! The latest language I absolutely love hearing in conversation is Arabic -- amazing language and from what I've been told, extremely deep and difficult to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f1c232; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #274e13; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;THINGS I DISLIKE AND WANT TO HATE, BUT SINCE HATING IS BAD, THEN I'LL JUST RIDE DISLIKE REALLY HARD&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1) &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;bad breath&lt;/span&gt; -- blech, enough said, and yes when I offer you a mint that means something. And along this same thought I don't like Colgate, that crap don't work and is pasty. And yes I know it's called tooth"paste" but Colgate is gross. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2) &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;bad drivers&lt;/span&gt; -- I live in Cerritos = Asian persuasion/invasion. I am Asian/Pac Islander and have no shame in saying that Asian poeple are terrible drivers who completely ignore the existence of other drivers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3) &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;clothing for animals &lt;/span&gt;-- don't get me wrong I love animals, especially dogs, but I would bet my life THAT'S WHAT FUR IS FOR?!?!!! Perhaps I'll change my view on this once we get our dogs next year, an exception can always be made for a cute pup in USC attire :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4) &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;black licorice, peach candy and watermelon candy&lt;/span&gt; -- do these things really taste good to anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5)&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt; bad grammar and poor spelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-- when I acquired a nazi editor two years ago he immediately killed and dissected my copy. It became an almost nightly occurrence to hear him say "unf*ck this". Let me tell you, there's nothing like hearing that at 2 a.m. five days a week, lol. And as a result, I became more anal about the usage of proper grammar and spelling. It just takes a little effort and if you're unsure, then hey, just rephrase it or don't use the word/phrase to avoid being wrong. Not to say my own stuff is always perfect, cuz belee me I kno I be writin sum mest up stuf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6) &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;skinny jeans on boys/men&lt;/span&gt; -- just look in the mirror. No further explanation needed. If you have a spouse, mate, friend, sibling or father (God forbid) who owns a pair of these dreadful things, for the love of fashion humanity please burn them!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7) &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;anyone who wears a six 6 or less and swears they need to lose weight&lt;/span&gt; -- bitch please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8) &lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;the concept of spending serious $$$$ to wear name brands&lt;/span&gt; -- so I have to pay you an arm and a leg so I can wear a shirt with your brand written in block letters all over it? Shouldn't you be paying me to for being a walking advertisement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;AH HA! I did it, that's wasn't too bad and didn't take long at all. Now hopefully I'll be back with more blog sauce sooner than later :) Ciao amicis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SvvFxRXAlEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8T57YG7uClg/s1600-h/IMG_1509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SvvFxRXAlEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8T57YG7uClg/s400/IMG_1509.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just me and my two favorite gals ~ Mom and Chey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629662104334655368-8354379122952897577?l=mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/8354379122952897577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-blog-steps-shall-start-with-list.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/8354379122952897577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/8354379122952897577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-blog-steps-shall-start-with-list.html' title='Baby blog steps shall start with a list!'/><author><name>*MarieSam*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876090304954396800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Svu-1Ck9WMI/AAAAAAAAABU/yUMFzJcwY-E/S220/5929_724859743135_3425490_43470548_3798434_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SvvFxRXAlEI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8T57YG7uClg/s72-c/IMG_1509.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629662104334655368.post-8859162017995218379</id><published>2009-10-13T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T22:42:56.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I totally suck at blogging</title><content type='html'>Yep this was supposed to be a blogging diary of my journey as a bride. I am now 3 months+ married -- *the wedding was fabulous by the way* -- I am  6 pounds heavier and have not posted for months. Eeek, where the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will now become my attempt to blog about the randomness in my life, well at least that's the intent, hence my brand new spankin blog title :) I figure this will keep my writing fresh and document my ever-changing approach to life. But don't be surprised if the next time I blog I end up living in Zimbabwe, have shaved my head and am 10 pounds heavier. Ok no, I really mustn't let that happen, that would be so not cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, just checking in to, well say, what's already been affirmed by my lack of posts ... I totally suck at blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629662104334655368-8859162017995218379?l=mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/8859162017995218379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-totally-suck-at-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/8859162017995218379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/8859162017995218379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-totally-suck-at-blogging.html' title='I totally suck at blogging'/><author><name>*MarieSam*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876090304954396800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Svu-1Ck9WMI/AAAAAAAAABU/yUMFzJcwY-E/S220/5929_724859743135_3425490_43470548_3798434_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629662104334655368.post-6325340143902309062</id><published>2009-04-28T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:32:40.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>59 ~ A Bride-to-Be Should NEVER have to cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Sg0Me1Vf1aI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IW-MvHbSc-M/s1600-h/cg49fda34e569b30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335934857356760482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Sg0Me1Vf1aI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IW-MvHbSc-M/s320/cg49fda34e569b30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forgot to publish this!!!! eeeekk :P ~ MSS (5/14/09)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well much of Day 60 was spent with me in tears as I stayed glued to Fox News Channel, watching the Swine Flu developments unfold. I think I've read every article imaginable on this stupid flu virus through bleary swollen eyes, but my heart took the ultimate dive when travel advisories/warnings were issued against any unnecessary travel to Mexico. But shouldn't one of the most important days of my life considered necessary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During a time when I should be worried about all the stuff I still have to do, I am now totally focused on this Swine Flu pandemic. I honestly can't believe this is all happening...after our years of planning for it to come to this hurts so much. I know nothing is for certain, and Tommy is constantly reassuring me that we are still about 60 days out and so much can change, but it is difficult not think about what could happen ~ cancelation/postponement. To be so close to having our dream wedding culminate with so many sharing our day, and it all could be for not if this health crisis doesn't clear. It is quite simply, so disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've already sent our guests an email addressing the situation, and letting them know we hope to know more about how our plans may be affected in the next two weeks. God I hope I have good news to share in the next two weeks. My mom has already made mention that we should make a decision at least 30 days out. So as you can imagine, I am sending every prayer to God that this situation fizzles out in the coming weeks. I honestly cannot even imagine not getting married in Akumal. The thought simply breaks my heart.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll just have to wait and see how it all plays out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629662104334655368-6325340143902309062?l=mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/6325340143902309062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2009/04/59-bride-to-be-should-never-have-to-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/6325340143902309062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/6325340143902309062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2009/04/59-bride-to-be-should-never-have-to-cry.html' title='59 ~ A Bride-to-Be Should NEVER have to cry'/><author><name>*MarieSam*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876090304954396800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Svu-1Ck9WMI/AAAAAAAAABU/yUMFzJcwY-E/S220/5929_724859743135_3425490_43470548_3798434_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Sg0Me1Vf1aI/AAAAAAAAAAc/IW-MvHbSc-M/s72-c/cg49fda34e569b30.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629662104334655368.post-5756646460491213343</id><published>2009-04-22T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T03:11:34.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>65 ~ Bridal Bliss</title><content type='html'>Been a bit behind with blogging partially due to the fact that I've been under the weather. Last week I was down and out with the flu, and yesterday I had a much needed physical done. Was told I have tonsillitis, an ear infection, and some other feminine problems -- nothing serious but ugh never a good thing to hear how unhealthy you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line was most of my ailments were caused by lack of sleep (God my Dad would feel like he earned his doctor stripes if I told him that one), working too much, and stress. It wasn't really a surprise to me as I've been running on empty for much of the last year and a half. This night job is kicking my butt, and while I do enjoy the decent salary and job security, I'm starting to think it's not worth my health. I've got some serious decisions to make, but not until Tommy gets into the police academy, which we are all hoping will start upon our return from Mexico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho...the revelation that I am essentially unhealthy got me thinking about how my life has changed since I've gone full steam ahead in the planning process, especially financially and mentally. I've noticed all my time and money has gone toward the wedding preparations, almost to an obsession, lol. Every day is focused on the wedding in some way or another. But I guess having a glorious wedding experience will all make it worth while right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also come to realize that I absolutely LOVE being a bride and all the bells and whistles that come with it. It's exciting to see it all come together, stress, bills and all.  I honestly think I could have a wonderful time having a sideline career that is wedding related -- my mom even suggested this to me today. What though, I don't know, but I do know that I love the idea of celebrating love between two people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In realizing this, I must also acknowledge the fact that I will likely be down in the dumps when it's all finally over. When the big day has passed, when the champagne has fizzled, when my beautiful dress is confined to a box... *sigh* But I guess that's what fabulous pictures, video and memories are for right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead of dwelling in the inevitable, I think I'll just continue to enjoy and savor the process. Afterall, the feelings of euphoria and excitement as a bride will only happen once :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629662104334655368-5756646460491213343?l=mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/5756646460491213343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2009/04/65-bridal-bliss.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/5756646460491213343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/5756646460491213343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2009/04/65-bridal-bliss.html' title='65 ~ Bridal Bliss'/><author><name>*MarieSam*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876090304954396800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Svu-1Ck9WMI/AAAAAAAAABU/yUMFzJcwY-E/S220/5929_724859743135_3425490_43470548_3798434_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2629662104334655368.post-692602786633159406</id><published>2009-04-17T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T18:52:08.081-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mariesam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='engagement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intro'/><title type='text'>My First Blog...70 days and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SehfXmIvxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_uMSNv37oo8/s1600-h/3426176612_764cc1a311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325611418344474274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 312px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SehfXmIvxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_uMSNv37oo8/s320/3426176612_764cc1a311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Welcome to my blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I decided to create this space to document my last 70 days leading up to June 26, 2009, the day of my destination wedding in Akumal, Mexico -- the day I officially become a Mrs. and single no more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are all kinds of milestones in the life of a woman.  Your first crush, your first kiss, and the awful first zit. Hmmm then of course the day you start your period, the day you graduate (Fight On!!), times when you realize who your real friends are, and then the shocking first loss in your life at the hands of death. And of course how can I forget the day you realize your heart can be broken? And conversely, the moment when you realize that you've found the love of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now of course with all these important steps in life comes the ultra fabulous wedding day! A day I have looked forward to for so long now, a day that I know will change me forever.  And because of that, I always want to remember what my life, my mind, my heart was like leading up to that point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hence, this blog full of wedding plans and projects, thoughts, fears, stress, excitement, and of course the best imprints in life, photographs!!! Oh and because I am a sports nut, an aspiring sports reporter that is, I must warn you there may be a couple sports post here and there mixed in with all the frilly girl stuff. Kinda like a combination of chex mix and cupcakes :) Salty and sweet but all so delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of the day I hope years from now I can look back at these moments in time and fondly recollect what it felt like before I became a Mrs, before I became single no more, during these last 70 days...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2629662104334655368-692602786633159406?l=mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/feeds/692602786633159406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-blog70-days-and-counting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/692602786633159406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2629662104334655368/posts/default/692602786633159406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariesam-sanchez.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-blog70-days-and-counting.html' title='My First Blog...70 days and counting'/><author><name>*MarieSam*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17876090304954396800</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/Svu-1Ck9WMI/AAAAAAAAABU/yUMFzJcwY-E/S220/5929_724859743135_3425490_43470548_3798434_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JviME1erFyU/SehfXmIvxqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/_uMSNv37oo8/s72-c/3426176612_764cc1a311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
