<?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-2061387939225370063</id><updated>2011-08-10T15:33:24.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.:my journey:.</title><subtitle type='html'>in the life of a momma</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-8650208888692377705</id><published>2011-08-10T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T15:33:24.849-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wow. its august already</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Its already august&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to put the kids IN school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanessa will start kindergarten, and alejandro will be entering 5th grade!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-8650208888692377705?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8650208888692377705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=8650208888692377705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/8650208888692377705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/8650208888692377705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2011/08/wow-its-august-already.html' title='wow. its august already'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-6157779607450382318</id><published>2011-04-28T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T14:00:52.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>as my girls nap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I remembered about this blog I started! Not like I have many followers (2!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow...I am busy busy.....Alejandro is coming to an end to 4th grade...growing up so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa is gearing up for kindergarten&lt;br /&gt;Esmeralda is still a baby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life is good, can't complain, take the good with the bad.&lt;br /&gt;I am happy, kids are happy, guess thats what really matters.&lt;br /&gt;this fall, I am contemplating homeschooling my kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay home, so why not? What will i do with my day when they are all in school?&lt;br /&gt;At least their only influences will be what I allow in their lives!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am super duper excited , but WAY WAY nervous!!!!---did I mention---SCARED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-6157779607450382318?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6157779607450382318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=6157779607450382318&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/6157779607450382318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/6157779607450382318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-my-girls-nap.html' title='as my girls nap'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-3411179490716878606</id><published>2010-05-04T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T11:29:08.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>end of a semester</title><content type='html'>the semester is coming to an end. talk about a rough one. i guess its cuz i'm in class sooooo freakin late at night. its wearing me down but hey two more weeks.  i can handle it...but i will be back in class in june after a 3 week vacay or break...then my schedule will be crazier than ever...mon and wed 9-1230 (not too bad) tues and thurs 2-745 (eck) and saturday 8-2 (double eck)...but I will then be done with all the pre requisites by the end of the fall, which will put me one semester ahead to focus on acing the TEAS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;it is a long journey for me, and without the help of my mother, and sister in law i would not be where i am. they help me sooooo much with my kids. i am just so blessed to have them nearby to help me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-3411179490716878606?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3411179490716878606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=3411179490716878606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/3411179490716878606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/3411179490716878606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/end-of-semester.html' title='end of a semester'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-4121382011735695485</id><published>2010-04-15T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T09:14:27.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/S8c6rmkbx7I/AAAAAAAAADk/cmZYRr0i0SQ/s1600/226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/S8c6rmkbx7I/AAAAAAAAADk/cmZYRr0i0SQ/s320/226.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460397593972164530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/S8c6sHVDg9I/AAAAAAAAADs/tAaa-A2tx_k/s1600/227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/S8c6sHVDg9I/AAAAAAAAADs/tAaa-A2tx_k/s320/227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460397602766029778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/S8c6rF2EeTI/AAAAAAAAADc/dJhIifKhOjk/s1600/228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/S8c6rF2EeTI/AAAAAAAAADc/dJhIifKhOjk/s320/228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460397585187764530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been real busy lately. With school winding down to an end, I am preparing for my summer courses. I don't want to take them, but its the only way I will get back on track... I have fallen so  behind already with having to drop out or put it on hold for so long. We are also house shopping, which is waaaaaaaaaay stressful, and waaaaaaaaaaaaay exciting!&lt;br /&gt;Easter came and went, passed us by quick. was nice. just us family. next upcoming event is alejandro receiving the sacrament of holy eucharist. He is so excited, and happy that he passed his final interview.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-4121382011735695485?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4121382011735695485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=4121382011735695485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/4121382011735695485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/4121382011735695485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-have-been-real-busy-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/S8c6rmkbx7I/AAAAAAAAADk/cmZYRr0i0SQ/s72-c/226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-2781527420211070603</id><published>2010-03-08T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T21:13:57.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>vacation from a vacation</title><content type='html'>we went on our trip to san antonio texas. it was good, but rough on me. i need a vacation to recover from my vacation! i traveled there by air with three children, no other adults! it was overall good. i am thankful that i have well mannered children. they did complain only when tired, but otherwise were so happy to be there. i enjoyed my time with them, they were all mine and only mine for 5 days, i didn't have to share them with anyone.  i am very tired though and trying to catch up with school is tough i feel like i fell so behind! i also have not been feeling so great and was kind of sick over there! my vanessa fell off the bed in the hotel and she had a seizure, now that was scary! i thought i was gonna lose her, it was one of the most terrifying moments in my life! thankfully all is ok with her now...no more episodes, she is at my moms tonight. i miss her, she is so much fun. she went to spend the night with her grampo and nana. she does rule that house, well all three of them do, but i think its something about her looking so much like me at that age that ultimately melts my daddies heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-2781527420211070603?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2781527420211070603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=2781527420211070603&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/2781527420211070603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/2781527420211070603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/vacation-from-vacation.html' title='vacation from a vacation'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-1975122872794452495</id><published>2010-02-03T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T13:44:41.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>not much</title><content type='html'>So mister groundhog saw his shadow yesterday, which means 6 more weeks of winter...and I started the day with the question "where is the snow", and guess what!?!!? its here! yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been going non-stop for quite some time now, and I have a test tonight in Chemistry, but am hoping in my secret heart of hearts, that class will be canceled. I kind of just want to hang out at home with my kids and hubby on this snowy evening...Eddie's class got canceled already, but mine, however, is still on, as far as I know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is not much else going on....I mean, do I have more room in my life for anything else? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esmeralda has a little cold, Vanessa is just about over it, and Alex still has a cough, but that boy is stubborn as ever! Everyday when I pick him up from school, his jacket is in his backpack, and he is jumping around in the snow or rain, or cold!!!! Can I really be upset with him, since I remember doing that, it was not cool to wear a jacket, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esmeralda is also very stubborn now, and I am wondering if she is hitting the terrible 2's early! I don't remember Vanessa, or Alejandro being this naughty. But I must say, she is very funny to watch.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-1975122872794452495?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1975122872794452495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=1975122872794452495&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/1975122872794452495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/1975122872794452495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2010/02/not-much.html' title='not much'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-5411419934249498382</id><published>2010-01-28T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T09:36:49.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made it through my first two weeks of classes. Passed my first test in medical terminology with 100%. Honestly , I didn't think I had it in me anymore...I also attended my first Life Night. It was fun, and even my kids enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well its almost the end of January... wow time flies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eddie is also taking his course to get his pipe fitters license! I am excited for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son got straight A's again...that little boy is so smart!&lt;br /&gt;Esmeralda's labs were all okay except one but she will have to be re-tested in six months. she saw her nutritionist yesterday and I have to make a few changes in her overall diet...but I think I am on the right track since she gained 5 more ounces since her last doctors appointment, one week ago~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-5411419934249498382?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5411419934249498382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=5411419934249498382&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/5411419934249498382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/5411419934249498382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-made-it-through-my-first-two-weeks-of.html' title=''/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-4208220156827467179</id><published>2010-01-22T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:06:33.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am sitting here, thinking......does anybody even read this stuff??? Not sure, but I feel that I need to sit here and use this blog as my tool...to vent...I guess. I am not feeling too great emotionally. I am now going to school full time and am very happy with this opportunity in my life. I have always loved school, just ask anyone who knew me as a kid! I am always eager to learn, but can you teach an old dog new tricks? I am very nervous to fail, because the courses that I am in now will determine my admission into the nursing program. I am a full time momma, and I don't take this duty lightly at all! Everything I do is for those three precious gifts. Even my education, is to better their life. Sometimes though, I do not feel the support I so desperately need here at home. It can be discouraging, but I am not easily knocked down either.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I keep the courage and drive needed to not allow anyone's negative comments to block my path~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-4208220156827467179?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4208220156827467179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=4208220156827467179&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/4208220156827467179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/4208220156827467179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-am-sitting-here-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-1007273058608375778</id><published>2010-01-17T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T12:05:30.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a sunday...</title><content type='html'>today is sunday. my son and i went to mass. it was a very interesting homily that father brennan gave. my son was very attentive today. after mass, my friend andrea who is the new youth pastor at our church got up to let everyone know she is looking for new core members. i signed up! yay, i am excited but nervous. life teen is a great program that helps teens, therefore, i will have my very own "teen" to mentor! agh...can i handle it? next sunday will be my first teen night. the great thing about our church is that we are so family/community oriented, that i get to bring my kiddos with me! what better place for them to be than at church, learning about our heavenly father?!?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-1007273058608375778?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1007273058608375778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=1007273058608375778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/1007273058608375778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/1007273058608375778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/sunday.html' title='a sunday...'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-2906171066576077263</id><published>2010-01-04T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T12:27:57.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new year....</title><content type='html'>well its 2010!!! wow, time flies. this year my son will be 9 years old agh! I am going back to school this month, on the 19th. Eddie got released back to work, starting on the 20th, which couldn't be soon enough, because although he was still getting a paycheck, it was a teeny tiny one!&lt;br /&gt;esmeralda is now sick with the stomach flu i believe. but after speaking to a woman at the bank, i am wondering if maybe she is sick with a cold instead, because the vomiting only happens at night, probably because of the phlegm.&lt;br /&gt;any whoo... our new years eve was quite nice. although i was,a nd still am sick with a cold, my mom and i prepared dinner for everyone, menudo, beans, green chile enchilada's, tamales, pumpkin roll, cheese cake...and after dinner, we baked cookies, and miss vanessa had a blast frosting them. then we came home, and waited for midnight, because it sounds like WW II relived in these parts. everybody goes nuts shooting (killing) the old year...superstitious old fools! i used to enjoy this, but dont anymore, because, now as a momma i worry, what if one of those bullets falls outta the sky and hits one of my babies?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-2906171066576077263?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2906171066576077263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=2906171066576077263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/2906171066576077263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/2906171066576077263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year.html' title='a new year....'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-8851151424405629659</id><published>2009-12-11T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T19:17:04.527-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blog sweet blog</title><content type='html'>well i have not blogged in quite some time. i have been super busy. this month is nuts! i have something planned for everyday, practically. and to top off all these activities, my son has now joined basket ball! where will i squeeze the extra hours?&lt;br /&gt;things that have gone on lately:&lt;br /&gt;not in any particular order, lol&lt;br /&gt;*esmeralda moved into her room&lt;br /&gt;*spent time with family that i rarely see, which is good because, i am glad to get to know my family on my fathers side&lt;br /&gt;*vanessa and esmeralda had their first school dance&lt;br /&gt;*alejandro passed his first interview with fr. brennan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure there are more things that have gone on, but i am so preoccupied with getting my kiddo ready for his presentation tomorrow in church.&lt;br /&gt;he will be posing as st. joseph, and has to do a presentation on him, fun stuff, this mommy business&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-8851151424405629659?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8851151424405629659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=8851151424405629659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/8851151424405629659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/8851151424405629659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-sweet-blog.html' title='blog sweet blog'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-6241451241102212248</id><published>2009-11-10T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T11:07:54.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changing lifestyles</title><content type='html'>I have been wanting to change my lifestyle for quite some time now. I would really like to get some excess weight off my body. It is not a great amount, but I would definetly like to tone my body, and get in better shape.&lt;br /&gt;I already eat healthy, so it is a matter of getting my lazy butt up an extra hour early in the morning to start running again! It is just very hard for me to find the will power because, as I have mentioned before, I still don't get a full nights sleep! My baby, she has not slept thru the night yet! It is hard for me, because I LOVE SLEEP too! OH how I wish I could do it like I used to!&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping tomorrow, (or maybe even this evening) to start up again, I have to sit down and carefully plan my every step. Especially since I know, it only takes 3 weeks to either start a new habit or kick an old one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-6241451241102212248?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6241451241102212248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=6241451241102212248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/6241451241102212248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/6241451241102212248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/changing-lifestyles.html' title='Changing lifestyles'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-4013766387089497686</id><published>2009-10-30T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:47:09.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm stumped</title><content type='html'>Ok, so my youngest is going to be 1 year old next month. This has gone by so fast for me. I love staying home with my children! I am my childrens first teacher, and have gotten to see all their 1st's. I stayed home with my oldest until he was 3. We then moved back to New Mexico, and I started to work full time. I then got pregnant with my 2nd and have stayed home with her. I did have a job when she was 1, but I didn't need outside care because I was working evening, night, and weekend shifts. Eddie watched them.&lt;br /&gt;NowI am stumped because I am thinking of getting a job. It will take lots of calculations to see if it is even worth it for me to work, and then have to pay x-amount of money for childcare. Another problem I am facing is finding someone that I can truly trust with my babies.&lt;br /&gt;Eddie doesn't want me to work, ever, PERIOD. It was something we both agreed upon when we first got married, he'd make the money and I'd raise the babies.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it is just all that I have going on that makes me want to be like the ants and store away for the future. I stop and think, of all the bills we have and how with his income, he is able to cover them all, and us be comfortable, and I get this fear that I will lose everything if something would happen to him. There is no way I could ever bring in the amount of money he makes. At least not at entry level.&lt;br /&gt;oh why must I worry, worry, worry?&lt;br /&gt;I just would like to ask for all to keep me in their prayers that the Lord will lead me to make the best decision for all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-4013766387089497686?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4013766387089497686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=4013766387089497686&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/4013766387089497686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/4013766387089497686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-stumped.html' title='I&apos;m stumped'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-4009936940678573947</id><published>2009-10-29T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:00:22.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so i finally added some pics to the county fair entry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-4009936940678573947?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4009936940678573947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=4009936940678573947&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/4009936940678573947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/4009936940678573947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-i-finally-added-some-pics-to-county.html' title=''/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-2985161682861821359</id><published>2009-10-29T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T11:38:41.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one thought led to another</title><content type='html'>Today is one of those days. It is hard for me to see someone I love so much, struggle daily. How do you help someone who sometimes shuts out the world? This is one of my most difficult journeys. I see the desire for a better life, I can feel them asking why this has happened. I cannot find the answer no matter how hard I look. I seek answers, googling away, yet there is no cure ultimately?&lt;br /&gt;    On another note, can you truly help someone who chooses not to be helped? The simple answer to this is no. Like my dad has said to me plenty of times, you can lead a horse to water but cannot make them drink. My dad is such an inspiration to my daily life. He is the most patient person I know. He never holds a grudge, and always tells me "today is a new day, a new beginning." Patience is a virtue, and this dear man holds it!&lt;br /&gt;    How awesome, I came to this blog to vent out my stress, and my thoughts were geared automatically toward my father, who I look up to, and I feel better just thinking of how he would handle my situation.&lt;br /&gt;    I often will step  back and think, ok how would my dad react? why? because he is amazing, is quick to respond with some kind uplifting words, and slow to anger. I cannot count on my one had the times I have seen him truly angry.&lt;br /&gt;    Dad, I love you so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SunhC2WIo9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/2_PXRlJEodI/s1600-h/160.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SunhC2WIo9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/2_PXRlJEodI/s320/160.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398093067444593618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-2985161682861821359?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2985161682861821359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=2985161682861821359&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/2985161682861821359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/2985161682861821359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/one-thought-led-to-another.html' title='one thought led to another'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SunhC2WIo9I/AAAAAAAAAC0/2_PXRlJEodI/s72-c/160.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-7011371768365006790</id><published>2009-10-28T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T13:08:25.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IT IS A JOURNEY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuikTZAXJBI/AAAAAAAAACM/JyFKEsR8iyA/s1600-h/Autumn+Leaves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuikTZAXJBI/AAAAAAAAACM/JyFKEsR8iyA/s320/Autumn+Leaves.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397744806440412178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall is here. The leaves are falling, the winds are blowing, nights are getting longer, days shorter. This is one cold day. I realized I have not been blogging lately. I guess I've been in a funk, I have a life filled with drama. Everything in my life has always been intense. Therefore, the cards I have  been dealt are ultimately no surprise to me. It is just HOW I choose to deal with the issues in my life, that determine everything else.&lt;br /&gt;This has been a difficult journey for me, at least in the past year, where things have been at their worst. I have hit rock bottom in all hopes of ever being happy. But, in the end, I have learned that I must pick myself up off the ground, and try, try, again. I am learning to humble myself to the Lord, I am in no way shape or form, an expert on spirituality, I am such a rookie. I have come to realize, that my life has been like the poem "Footprints" because Jesus has carried me thru the rough times.&lt;br /&gt;I used to deal with negative things by just producing more negativity to the situation. I have come to learn that this not correct. It not only does not help the issue, but makes for more problems. I have had to deal with things that have tried my patience, and tested my faith. I am growing more and more as a follower of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;PRAISE THE LORD, FOR YOU HAVE NEVER FORSAKEN ME, OR MINE, NEVER LEFT US HUNGRY, OR COLD, OR FINANCIALLY DISTRESSED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-7011371768365006790?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7011371768365006790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=7011371768365006790&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/7011371768365006790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/7011371768365006790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-is-journey.html' title='IT IS A JOURNEY'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuikTZAXJBI/AAAAAAAAACM/JyFKEsR8iyA/s72-c/Autumn+Leaves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-4103354167465121883</id><published>2009-09-05T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T13:29:21.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It sucks not to have insurance</title><content type='html'>Well, I had my eye appointment. I have been procrastinating getting it done, because I don't have medical insurance. Just as I suspected, it was expensive. My eyes are so jacked up, Every year, I need a different prescription. I have okay vision, but I have astigmatisms, and I have cataracts. I finally found contact lenses that I feel okay with. I am still getting used to them though, and it will take time. I also needed new glasses, so I am out around 500 bucks. I have something else that they refer to as chronic dry eye. My tear ducts don't produce enough tears to lubricate my eye....At the moment, I can't afford insurance. Thank God, my children are Native or else I don't know what we would do.&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I went to Santa Fe yesterday, the girls had a check up. So, I dropped by the mall, because I get these coupons all the time from Victoria's Secret and I figured may as well use them instead of  throwing them in the trash, (its like free money)... Any whooo... I stopped at Claire's and got Miss Esmeralda's ears pierced. She didn't shed one single tear. The lady doing the piercing was shocked. She said wow! I have never done a baby that hasn't cried. I was so proud of her. When she got pierced she just kept on staring at the lady. It was awesome! Eddie was ok when I got Vanessa's ears pierced, but when he saw his little Emmie, he almost cried. He said, "why are you making her grow up so fast" &amp;amp;"she is our last baby, lets keep her that way"... It was just his emotions getting the better of him. But I guess it really is sinking in to him that she is the last of the Trivino's. 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Getting the kids ready for school, thats a busy time of year ya know? I have 2 at home, Vanessa has class one day a week. I am still officially going nuts over here. Esmeralda is so busy, she spends most of her day, emptying every drawer, or cabinet she can pry open...so, this means on top of everyday household chores, I now have to CLEAN CLEAN CLEAN, after a baby. My little toddler/preschooler, Vanessa, is also a busy little bee. Her current hobby is drawing, on walls, doors, car seats, and herself. oh the joys of motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;Lets see what else has happened: went to the movies, once with the kids to see the GI JOE action flick, then on a date with MR Eddie, to see Inglourious Basterds... they were both real good. Can't wait to see the new Tyler Perry movie we love Madea!&lt;br /&gt;Eddie went for 2 loads of wood already, but we need about eight more I think. I like the house cold in the summer, and HOT in the winter. We burn alot of wood...&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa has a potluck at school tomorrow, and I am stumped, I don't know what to take....&lt;br /&gt;Esmeralda is going to be walking, I think, she is along the furniture...she has 5 teeth with one more protruding... so yup she is a grouch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-8319546911738689541?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8319546911738689541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=8319546911738689541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/8319546911738689541'/><link 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/Sunlo66a5cI/AAAAAAAAADE/P4tG4MWMlbQ/s1600-h/203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/Sunlo66a5cI/AAAAAAAAADE/P4tG4MWMlbQ/s320/203.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398098119552067010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/Sunk9NVehqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4GlCQUizyAE/s1600-h/148.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/Sunk9NVehqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/4GlCQUizyAE/s320/148.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398097368583145122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it was county fair this weekend. we had so much fun. alex entered some exhibits, he got 1st in woodwork, 1st in tie dying, 4th in a drawing, cloverbud for an airplane, and his 4h club got 1st for their spirit table.&lt;br /&gt;he is so happy. we went out today to the fair again. it was hot, but fun. we got to see the bull riding, it has always been something of interest to me. it looks like such a rush, i want to try it. after the bull riding, alex entered the greased pig competition. he caught the little booger by the hind legs, but in order to win, he had to carry the damn thing out of the arena, and it was too heavy for him. he also participated in the one boot race, fun stuff. he was in the lead, but he couldnt find his shoe in the pile!&lt;br /&gt;it was fun to see my kids enjoy something that i always enjoyed going to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-4747812518891814976?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SunlpvRPfmI/AAAAAAAAADU/eAHaM_-YBSY/s72-c/205.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-2696412688818692327</id><published>2009-07-16T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:15:10.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>out to dinner</title><content type='html'>yesterday was payday. i was grumpy. no dinner. i visited with a friend for a little while. then i came home to find that UPS had dropped my avon order off, and left it on the porch. bad move. vanessas little puppy, meeko, he ate most of my order. now i have to re-order everything, and guess what i make no profit, cause i have to pay out of pocket for everything. stupid dog!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, eddie asked me why i was so grumpy, i said i didnt know, i just was in a bad mood, and i want to go out and eat, cause i dont want to cook. so he said ok. well on the 14th was my parents 30th (WOW!!) anniversary, so eddie invited them to eat with us. my dad said he didnt feel like going out since my mom had already cooked dinner. my mom went along for the ride, and to have a salad. we ordered appetizers, and our drinks, and i thought what the hell, i'm already grumpy, so i told the waiter to bring me a corona. well, its been a long time that i have had any alcohol (no im not a drunk either) but damn it tasted so freakin good! alongside some texas cheese fries, it hit the spot.&lt;br /&gt;i am not a drinker, but once in a while i'll throw one back with eddie just for the fun of it. and it was nice. we had ribs (i ordered a full rack, but my children attacked it) and it was not busy at chili's since it was a weeknight, and i'm glad. with me in a bad mood, a crowd was not what i needed, so for the very first time in a long while, the service at  chili's was great, and so was the food.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-2696412688818692327?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2696412688818692327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=2696412688818692327&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/2696412688818692327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/2696412688818692327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/out-to-dinner.html' title='out to dinner'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-4891870973704668852</id><published>2009-07-09T10:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:05:21.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>things about me</title><content type='html'>~why things about me? cause its my blog!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to bake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love crafts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am daddy's little girl for ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am the oldest child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will one day become a nurse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love horses, and all animals alike&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to make my family proud in all that i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my husband, we have been thru thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i met my husband at the ripe old age of 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got married a couple of weeks after turning 18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my son 9 months later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no, i DID NOT get married because i was pregnant) just need to clarify that, cause that is what most people assume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dislike:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fake people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arrogant people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when people judge me for what i appear to be, without them taking the time to get to know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paying bills, but with out them, where would we be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;know it alls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure i will think of more, but right now thats all i got&lt;div 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me'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-2642991704779613390</id><published>2009-07-09T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:55:04.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flakes</title><content type='html'>well, I am in a grumpy mood today. is it cause i'm getting older? naw!!! i guess it has to do with, lets put it this way, i hate it when, people act like they are your friends, and turn out to be total flakes! i have this so- called friend. (u know who u are if u happen to read this) any way, i have been there for this person, day and night, whenever or whatever drama she may be having. i have never really let too many people in my life, because i'd rather deal with my own dilemna's on my own, then be led on to believe that friendship is real. few people make it to my "FRIENDS" list. onnce you are there, well it will take alot to piss me off. but you get only one  chance, and thats it.&lt;br /&gt;don't try to be who you aren't, i don't.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, there have so many times lately that i have needed a friend, and guess what, this flake, well, she isn't around. its ok, i can just pray that she will learn what the meaning of friendship is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not a mean person, i will give you my last piece of bread if you were hungry, i would give you my last dollar, and give you the shirt off my back, but don't blow me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the only true friend i really have is my husband. and yes he is really the only one i need, but hey, i'd like to have a female friend who is real. one that i could come to when ever times are tough. i'm sure God has one out there, i just haven't met her yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-2642991704779613390?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2642991704779613390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=2642991704779613390&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/2642991704779613390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/2642991704779613390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/flakes.html' title='flakes'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-8751187458962669626</id><published>2009-07-08T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:52:57.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SlTcBkECsVI/AAAAAAAAACE/tv_XTAyXnhQ/s1600-h/0708091137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SlTcBkECsVI/AAAAAAAAACE/tv_XTAyXnhQ/s320/0708091137.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356147776268972370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! I am 27 years old!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!agghhhh!! j/k my birthday is always my favorite day in the whole year~!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;my mom brought me some roses..........&lt;br /&gt;my in-laws wished me a happy birthday, and have some gifts for me, that i need to pick up, since  they aren't doing well. my nina, called me, and monica wished me a happy birthday too...... my love, he called, he is and has been in Los Alamos since last week....he asked me to come up top after work, cause he wants to celebrate my birthday....hmm.. i wonder what he has up his sleeve, i was told to dress up nice.&lt;br /&gt;lol, he always asks me to dress up nice when i go up top, cause he says "he likes to show me off" oh how loved i feel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-8751187458962669626?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8751187458962669626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=8751187458962669626&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/8751187458962669626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/8751187458962669626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday-to-meeeeeeee.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SlTcBkECsVI/AAAAAAAAACE/tv_XTAyXnhQ/s72-c/0708091137.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-2188829741889277157</id><published>2009-07-02T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T07:06:03.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THOR is back.....</title><content type='html'>yay! my genius husband fixed the dodge! oh btw, all our vehicles have names. THOR is our dodge. its been out of commission for almost a whole year! got new brakes, new tires (haven't put em on yet though), performance injectors, and a cold air intake. oooh that baby can really boogie now!&lt;br /&gt;been alot going on....real busy. i am actually on my way to el rito to pick up my baby brother. he is out there at some college thingy, it helps him get ahead for school. he is such a doll (he will probably wanna kill me cuz i called him a doll, lol.) we are 11 years apart, and he is almost like a child to me. my brothers and i really close, but i have a different relationship with both. esequiel is more brotherly, and vicente and i, well, lets put it this way, he will always be my BABY brother. not that i am saying i like him more. NEVER! Esequiel and i have a super cool relationship too. he is my lil bro too......&lt;br /&gt;n e way, my hubby is gone for the week. he has stand by this fourth of july weekend. he will be gone until next friday. man, he has to be gone for my birthday.....now whos gonna baby me??????? i'm sure my son will do something, cause he is a sweetheart just like his daddy. like on mothers day, he got up REAL early, (5 am) and made me breakfast ( how cute) he isn't allowed near the stove, so i got cereal, toast and oj.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, just a glimpse of whats been going on in H-town&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-2188829741889277157?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2188829741889277157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=2188829741889277157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/2188829741889277157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/2188829741889277157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/thor-is-back.html' title='THOR is back.....'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-3255852624349696840</id><published>2009-06-15T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:58:57.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This weekend was pretty laid back. Saturday was really windy. My darling husband woke up early and made me breakfast. Then he headed off to his mom's house, and took the older two kids with him. Alejandro wanted to sleep over, so he packed up his stuff and slept over there. When Eddie came back, he worked on the truck, and I got a little nap woo hoo!!! When I woke  up, he was still putting brakes on the dodge, so I went out to help him. It was nice because he was out there all alone, and putting brakes on a diesel is a 2 man job, cause you gotta bleed the lines and blah blah blah. Well his friends were all busy, so I went out to help, and he said the sweetest thing, "oh who needs friends to come help when I have my best friend right here" any way, the truck is still not running, which is not good, because it is time to head to the mountains for firewood. we bought the parts but its still not running right and now we need a MAJOR part for it :( but the good part of Saturday, was Eddie and I got to hang out just him and I for a while, without someone needing their snot wiped, or needed something to drink, eat, or just something to whine about.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, was another lazy day. I stayed home all day. It rained and rained. Eddie ordered kfc for dinner and we watched Fools Gold. This is one of my favorite movies. We didn't do much of anything else. The kids camped out in the living room, because Vanessa claims someone is living her closet.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-3255852624349696840?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3255852624349696840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=3255852624349696840&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/3255852624349696840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/3255852624349696840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/weekend.html' title='weekend'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-1864416284328250673</id><published>2009-06-11T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:46:55.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>well on thursdays, it is story time at the local library. so, today we headed off to the library, and the kids had a puppet show, (very cute) and then they got to each make their own puppets. vanessa is learning how to use scissors still, so it was a bit of a challenge to help her make a puppet while trying to nurse a squirmy 6 month old! whew! another mom and I were talking about sprouting an extra set of arms, and we thought how convenient it would be to be like that one cartoon, stitch! yeah, how nice that would be to have not one but two extra arms. my mom is a big help, but alot of the times lately, she doesnt feel well. her health has not been up to par the past year. it is a very hard thing to see. my mom has always been a very hard working determined strong woman, and for me to see her in so much pain is very difficult. i pray for her, and know that one day soon the answers will come to those doctors, and they will finally be able to diagnose her and heal her.&lt;br /&gt;     on another note, i am actually thinking of returning to school this fall. i am half way there! i would already be entering the program this fall, but i had my baby girl so that set me back a few semesters. i still dont know if i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; return, so i am contemplating going part time. i guess part time is better than no time. it will just be very DIFFICULT with three kids, all my pets, and my husband. dont get me wrong, my husband is very supportive, but lets face it, men were not designed to be mothers, at least my rough n tough guy isn't. last spring he had the kids for 4 hours every night while i was in class, i had a tough schedule that spring, and he couldnt get them into a schedule. i would come home late every night and 99% of the time, you guessed it, they were stil up, bouncing off the walls. i don't know how well he will do with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3 children&lt;/span&gt; this time. although it will be only for 2 hours, 2 days out of the week, max!&lt;br /&gt;     all of my dreams are currently on hold. that is the price one pays to be a mother. i know what i want, and i will eventually have RN behind my name,  but am not sure when exactly that will happen. i see so many obstacles in front of me right now, though, that i totally depend on my support (thanks jacque). jacque is going to school for her RN too, and we both have difficulties, different ones, but diffiulties, the same, so she is my support, and I am hers.&lt;br /&gt;     one day, i will be able to fulfill my dream, therefore making me more capable of helping my children reach their dreams. my daughter, at age two, is determined to be a doctor, my son wants to be either a marine, or a paratrooper like daddy. we shall see if this passion of his to be a soldier will follow him, because at age 3 he was determined to be a paleontologist, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-1864416284328250673?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1864416284328250673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=1864416284328250673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/1864416284328250673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/1864416284328250673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/well-on-thursdays-it-is-story-time-at.html' title=''/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-609196751565703070</id><published>2009-06-06T14:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T15:01:32.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is Saturday</title><content type='html'>Today is Saturday, as you can plainly see from my title...duh. Not being rude, just not feeling great. I have so many things to be thankful for, and that is what I am trying to focus on. I need to clear my mind. I am thankful for my son, my one and only son. He is so strong, caring, handsome, and smart. I have blessed with not one but two beautiful daughters. My older daughter is so smart, and  pretty, with a great personality. My baby girl is the happiest baby I have ever seen, and her smile can brighten up anyones day. Both of my girls are the prettiest little girls. I am sure that every mother thinks that of her daughters (just to clarify). I am fortunate to still have both of my parents, who never cease to amaze me with their support and advise, and lucky for the two GREAT, awesome brothers God gave me. I am thankful for my husband, who, by the sweat of his brow, provides for our daily needs. I am thankful that I have great In-laws, who are so loving and caring, and always there for my children, husband, and myself.&lt;br /&gt;I just needed to remind my self of some of the blessings I have, because once in a while a big dark ugly cloud comes in and tries to block out the sun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-609196751565703070?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/609196751565703070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=609196751565703070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/609196751565703070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/609196751565703070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-is-saturday.html' title='Today is Saturday'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-1817848097671845368</id><published>2009-06-01T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T10:27:17.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its been awhile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It has been awhile since I last posted. Good reason though, my computer was in the shop. If it weren't for bad luck, I would have no luck at all. 2 months ago, my dryer croaked on me, two weeks ago, my hard drive failed, and last week, my stove decided to head on out to that appliance graveyard as well! I now have a n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ew dryer, and a new stove, and a new hard drive, which means I spent all freaken morning re-installing all the crap I had before. Not to mention all the money this has cost me! I guess I forgot to say, my truck has up and died too. We are waiting for those parts to come in. Those are also very expensive since diesel engines are so much more expensive to maintain.....ugh! Aside from that, I have been very busy. My baby now has her first tooth :-( and my other baby, Vanessa, caught her first fish yesterday afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SiQNAdht3XI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9RYaXBJ8i0I/s1600-h/0531091827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SiQNAdht3XI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9RYaXBJ8i0I/s320/0531091827.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342409359545458034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any way, we had fun. we went to the lake and Vanessa reeled in 2 rainbow trouts. we stayed until the rain settled in. She was so proud of her fish. I was happy for her because seeing her there next to her daddy brought back all these memories of me with my daddy. Oh how I miss  being a little girl....but I am still to this day, daddies little girl (he still greets me the same way every time I see him "hello little girl.":} )&lt;br /&gt;I remember being so attached to my dad when I was little, everything he  did I mimicked. everywhere he went, I went. and me being the first-born, was super cool too!!! I am so excited to get out camping this summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-1817848097671845368?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1817848097671845368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=1817848097671845368&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/1817848097671845368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/1817848097671845368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-awhile.html' title='its been awhile'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SiQNAdht3XI/AAAAAAAAAB8/9RYaXBJ8i0I/s72-c/0531091827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-7460049400616758051</id><published>2009-05-07T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T08:17:18.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long yet short week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SgL7ar7KNFI/AAAAAAAAABs/7AIwRUV2Unc/s1600-h/Frangipani+Flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SgL7ar7KNFI/AAAAAAAAABs/7AIwRUV2Unc/s320/Frangipani+Flowers.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333101344646116434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Well my weekend was long yet short. Saturday, we hung out at home all day, it rained and rained. On Sunday, I got up and we went to mass. Father Brennan gave a great homily. He talked about his trip to Ireland as a child. After mass, Alejandro had catechism class, which he LOVES. I dropped him off there, and came home and cleaned up a bit because we spent most of Saturday watching movies. Then I picked Alex up from class, and we headed out to Alcalde to Jessica's confirmation party. We ate, and hung out for a while. Alejandro, had been complaining of a headache most of Saturday. At Jessica's, he just sprawled out on the couch and said, "I don't feel good." We came home and Eddie cooked a KILLER tenderloin (he is the KING of the grill in these parts). Alex was feeling better and played outside. He came in for dinner, and couldnt eat, he said his head was hurting again. I put him to bed, and he slept till the next morning, upon which he woke again with a headache.&lt;br /&gt;Off to the doctor with you boy! I got there, and they diagnosed him with migranes, which are hereditary, I have them and so does my sister in law. Come to find out I get them from my dad. Well, while at the doctors office, Vanessa starts to cry. Now, I have Dr. Kleiner check her out too. She had a urine screening done. I got a call from the dr. yesterday. He said they are going to run her urine again for the 3rd time today because the first 2 tests showed a sign of bacteria, which would make her borderline UTI.  The test today will show if she should take amoxicillin or another type of  antibiotic. Depending on the type of bacteria, because should it show up again as the less common one, she will need a stronger medication because it is harder to  fight off with just amoxicillin.&lt;br /&gt;She is a girly-girl who insists on using all these little smellies (perfumes and bubble baths) so I know more or less why she has gotten this little infection. No more bubble baths for awhile little missy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heavenly Father, up above, Lord of all creation, please let this be something minor, and not something serious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-7460049400616758051?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7460049400616758051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=7460049400616758051&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/7460049400616758051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/7460049400616758051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/long-yet-short-week.html' title='long yet short week...'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SgL7ar7KNFI/AAAAAAAAABs/7AIwRUV2Unc/s72-c/Frangipani+Flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-6296253058745169460</id><published>2009-04-29T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T17:35:12.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>max is home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/Sfh-t3zvpiI/AAAAAAAAABk/K-tKIsVBVs4/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/Sfh-t3zvpiI/AAAAAAAAABk/K-tKIsVBVs4/s320/027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330149485533177378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Max is home!!! $200.00 later he is home. Pets are like children (you are so right Amanda). He is on 3 different meds. now. I brought him home this morning, and he did not fuss, he went straight to his bed, and has been sleeping all morning! His neck and sides had to be shaved to clean the wounds, and apply the creams, but its just fur and will grow back. Vanessa is so happy, she drew him a get well picture. And Alex is going to be so happy when he gets home from school!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-6296253058745169460?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6296253058745169460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=6296253058745169460&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/6296253058745169460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/6296253058745169460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/max-is-home.html' title='max is home'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/Sfh-t3zvpiI/AAAAAAAAABk/K-tKIsVBVs4/s72-c/027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-915412138219479501</id><published>2009-04-28T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T17:02:19.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a great start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Not a good start to the day. I let the dog out early this morning to go do his business. I heard the puppy (meeko) barking. I ignored him. Eddie was up before me, getting ready for work, and asked me if I got a look at the skunks. I said no. He said they were out there early this morning trying to get into the dumpster. He was like "wow the house even smelled like skunk." Goes to show when you have a little baby, only their cries will awaken you, nothing more. Well it was 7:15 and I had just finished my cup of coffee, and I thought, wow, I better bring Max inside so he can have his breakfast. I opened the door and started to shout "Max! come on Max!" That is when I saw him. He was laying in Meeko's bed, and he looked so awful. His eyes were HUGE, and he looked like he wanted to cry. I got some shoes on, and handed the baby off to Alex. I flew down the stairs and as I got closer, I saw the wounds. He had blood everywhere. I situated him a little bit better in the bed and took my son to school. I came home and loaded him in the car, and went straight to the vet. Dr. Salisbury is amazing. She has saved a few of my pets lives before. She examined him, and I told her I thought the skunks beat him up. She said, not likely because he didn't reek of skunk. She thought he had been run over because of the way he was wounded. I called the vet's office earlier and they told me he was likely beaten up by another dog. He is sedated, and will spend the night there for observation, because of his lacerations, and internal bruising. I will bring him home tomorrow morning. My children are very upset, but I told them he was just having a doggy  sleep-over. I am hopeful that he pulls thru, he has been through so much in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-915412138219479501?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/915412138219479501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=915412138219479501&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/915412138219479501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/915412138219479501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-great-start.html' title='Not a great start'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-5351304855860521902</id><published>2009-04-27T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T14:26:46.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today, today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Today has been a good day so far. Except, that I had to go back to the classic templates on blogger because I am not computer literate, and could not figure out how to change the comment option. Oh well. I have done the laundry, paid the bills, and now am getting ready to pick up my son from school. I have plans to go out for a run again today. I hope it happens. I had a bad day yesterday, I didn't even make it to mass. I was so sick. My daughter was very upset because we were not going to make it to church, so I put it on EWTN and she watched the mass there. I slept until noon, and got up and ate (my mom came and made me something) and went back to bed, while Eddie took care of the kids. At around 2 I got up again and started dinner for the kids.  We ate, and did the dishes  and then we watched a movie.&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool. We were able to watch an old favorite "Windwalker."OH I absolutely love this movie! It is an old movie based in Montana, about the Cheyenne and the Crow Indians. I love old movies, (Indian movies have always been my favorite).We had ice cream, and snacks (not good if you are trying to lose weight) but I am pleased to say I weighed in at 1 1/2 lbs less than last week, pretty good considering, I have been slacking.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-5351304855860521902?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5351304855860521902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=5351304855860521902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/5351304855860521902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/5351304855860521902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-today.html' title='today, today'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-5559972203956960807</id><published>2009-04-27T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:40:54.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGGER.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I am trying to get the hang of it, but frankly I am getting fed up with this blogging thing. I can't figure out how in the world to fix it. No one can leave me comments. I tried to do what Amanda said, but it didn't work. Not sure if I am going to keep it up.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-5559972203956960807?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5559972203956960807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=5559972203956960807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/5559972203956960807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/5559972203956960807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogger.html' title='BLOGGER.....'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-4375856950691204090</id><published>2009-04-24T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T06:43:00.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well last night I FINALLY got out to go for a run. Whew! It felt good to feel the burn in my legs. I loaded up my baby girl and went to my mom's house. She was ready and we got little miss Esre into the stroller and headed out. We did a mile, not a complete run though, because did I mention I am totally out of shape! I am happy that I got to go, and Eddie was such a darling, that he kept my older two kids home with him. I enjoyed feeling the crisp air last night. It felt like if I were a bird and had been locked up in a cage for a long time and then been freed. I like winter, but LOVE the warmth much better. The baby of course, was not into the whole ordeal of changing her schedule around, so she cried for a while, then fell asleep when I was heading back. Oh, and I am not sure if me throwing this new activity at her really upset her or what, but she and I had a rough night. We were up almost every hour, and then at around 1:30 a.m., she decided that she wanted to stay awake. I am very sleepy, and can only imagine how tired my husband is, since he is already at work. Of course, little missy is out like a light now! I am caffeinated already, and ready for the day and all that is to come of it (I hope).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-4375856950691204090?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4375856950691204090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=4375856950691204090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/4375856950691204090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/4375856950691204090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/well-last-night-i-finally-got-out-to-go.html' title=''/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-283078676984227778</id><published>2009-04-23T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:46:18.788-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright, Sunshiny Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today is another lovely day. The sun is out, and so is my laundry (out on the line). I love the warm weather, it makes me want to conquer the world. I just finished a cup of coffee, and am proud to say I have cut the amount of sugar I use, to 1/2. I am on a long voyage to lose 20 pounds, but there are alot of foods I cannot take out of my diet without harming my baby, since I am nursing. That leaves me to cut out sugar. I don't really have a sweet tooth (I am naturally sweet, lol). My only downfall is coffee, darn coffee. I need it to wake up because I get little sleep at night. I am hoping that we will hit up the football field and run (or walk cause I GUARANTEE you I'm outta shape). I have a busy day ahead of me. I gotta go grocery shopping, iron, get my orders delivered, check on my parents, and yadda yadda yadda. The list goes on  and on. But I am telling you all, the Lord will get me through it, that is why the sun is shining.  Yesterday, was funny because it was sunny also. Well Vanessa is used to the gloom of winter and we were on our way to pick up my son from school. I put her in her carseat and she starts screaming "mommy turn out the light, turn out the light." I am trying to figure out what she is upset about, and I explain to her that the overhead light will go out once I close the car door. Well she points and says the light is hurting her eyes. So, HELLO!!! The sun!!! I told her I could not turn out that light, only God had that power. Fun Stuff, being a mom. I have so many laughs. Vanessa is my funny one. But OT, my son, was about 3 when we moved to New Mexico. Well we were traveling by car, and we had the Army pack all our stuff, except the valuables of course. With us, was our dog, my jewelry, our firearms, and things of sentimental value. My dad is very talented, and he carves alot. I have alot of things he has made for me, and among them, is a crucifix of Jesus Christ. Well I packed that in the vehicle to be sure the packers would not break it. It was high on top of luggage etc., and my darling hubby was tired from being up all night and something happened where he had to slam the brakes. The crucifix slid down to just above my sons carseat (we had a jeep, so there is no trunk).He starts crying when he wakes up, saying "mommy Jesus is poking me" anyway, just thought I'd share how funny kids can be. It was too cute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-283078676984227778?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/283078676984227778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=283078676984227778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/283078676984227778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/283078676984227778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/bright-sunshiny-day.html' title='Bright, Sunshiny Day...'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-6965626798946024100</id><published>2009-04-22T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:46:50.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today is a great day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;today is a great day. I had a good nights sleep, (baby is getting better), got up energized, and got the kids ready for the day. The sun is shining outside, and I have the music turned up! I am trying to do a little bit of spring cleaning, but my funny little babies keep interrupting me. The joys of motherhood! I love being a momma so much! I hope to be as great a mother as mine has been to me. I decided to take a little break from cleaning. It seems as if once I get in these cleaning moods, I will find a reason to go out and shop for something new to put up. I have a bad habit of this, so I thought I better distract myself and do something else. We are saving up to get a big house, so I need to tighten the belt buckle on my spending drastically. I better get to cleaning, so I can take the girls out to play for a while. Its time to start running again, whoo whoo. I can get to make more use of that running stroller that I just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;had to have.&lt;/span&gt; Lucky am I, that my husband spoils me, and gets me all that my heart desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-6965626798946024100?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6965626798946024100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=6965626798946024100&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/6965626798946024100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/6965626798946024100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/today-is-great-day.html' title='today is a great day'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-7927130370958566305</id><published>2009-04-20T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:47:27.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sacraments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SezuKCFzV6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/iwutWm9Bz8U/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SezuKCFzV6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/iwutWm9Bz8U/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326894315399763874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SezuKJGFHjI/AAAAAAAAABI/KiuvJtKFKpc/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SezuKJGFHjI/AAAAAAAAABI/KiuvJtKFKpc/s320/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326894317279977010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SezuJjbH8NI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZBgYcyUnhKo/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SezuJjbH8NI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZBgYcyUnhKo/s320/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326894307167695058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SezuJnFZZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/aK0bQn_O8y4/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SezuJnFZZ3I/AAAAAAAAAA4/aK0bQn_O8y4/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326894308150306674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SezuJRSNn1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/KDwtEhYJYtA/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SezuJRSNn1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/KDwtEhYJYtA/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326894302298480466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well on Holy Saturday, I completed 2 of my sacraments!!!! I am so happy! I chose my Aunt Bernie to be my sponsor because of her strong faith and ties to the Church! It  is so amazing that I have finished. I was pregnant when I started the RCIA classes and there were many times I had to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drag  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;myself to class because I was so exhausted. I made it to every class, except for maybe two when I just had the baby. The classes were so inspiring, and I grew so much closer to God! I am so thankful to have met Francis, for she kept everyone on their toes, lol, she is such a strict religious director. I am also so blessed to have Father Terry Brennan in my life, he is so amazing, the way he presents the homily on Sundays, is breathtaking. We are also so fortunate to have a new priest by the name of Denis. He is from Uganda, and he is such a nice man. I am going to miss going to my religious classes on Friday nights, but now I have more time to get to our weekly bible study on Thursdays!!!! I am so thankful to the Lord for guiding me, and allowing me to become closer to our Saviour, and also thankful that Iam so much more involved in the Church. I have a few pictures of my Confirmation/ Holy Eucharist celebration on here, but unfortunately something was wrong with the flash on my camera, so they are not very good :{ The mass was amazing, long, but beautiful. The Easter Vigil. It is held all by candlelight, everyone is issued a candle, and it is lit  after the lighting of the Paschal Candle, which is lit by the bonfire outside, as Father prays. All the readings are done by candlelight, it is soooo beautiful. I can't wait for next year when my baby will be older, and will enjoy it as much as the older two did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-7927130370958566305?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7927130370958566305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=7927130370958566305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/7927130370958566305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/7927130370958566305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-sacraments.html' title='My Sacraments'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SezuKCFzV6I/AAAAAAAAABQ/iwutWm9Bz8U/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2061387939225370063.post-960350001094554486</id><published>2009-04-17T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:47:44.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a gloomy day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is my first try at blogging, so I'm not sure if I want to keep it up. Today is a very crappy day. It is snowing, in April. New Mexico has got some crazy weather sometimes. The girls and I are inside, sitting by the fire, keeping warm. It would be a nice day to bake some goodies:}~ yummy!! We have to go out in a little bit, to get my son from school, and then come back, and probably make something warm for our tummies, lol. Vanessa had her first field trip yesterday. She had so much fun (and so did I). She went to kidz zone in Santa Fe, and it was so much fun to play with her in the obstacle courses and boy oh boy did I get tired. Over all it was fun, she had pizza, and spilled the punch all over me, had a snack of chex mix and oranges. Best of all she made a friend, which was a great joy for her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2061387939225370063-960350001094554486?l=thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/feeds/960350001094554486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2061387939225370063&amp;postID=960350001094554486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/960350001094554486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2061387939225370063/posts/default/960350001094554486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thatgarciagirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-gloomy-day.html' title='just a gloomy day'/><author><name>that_garcia_girl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17125039770384614380</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wQinoPIZZQQ/SuinUo-mgMI/AAAAAAAAACU/CYm-JzmSORc/S220/0703091428.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
