<?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-3650315073234145353</id><updated>2012-01-23T13:57:42.944-05:00</updated><category term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SPF8qOX0k2I/AAAAAAAABgg/AxIx4c3m4C4/s1600-h/DSC_0022.jpg'/><title type='text'>Life as Lauren</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-1548393296909302947</id><published>2011-03-10T14:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T14:18:36.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor and Delivery</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ur7KH436ng/TXkjif4h6ZI/AAAAAAAABtY/ar_qJTJxZP8/s1600/IMG_0151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ur7KH436ng/TXkjif4h6ZI/AAAAAAAABtY/ar_qJTJxZP8/s400/IMG_0151.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582532288683567506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Zoë Ella De Armas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2/11/11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7 lbs. 11 oz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;20 in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So it’s been a month since little baby Zoë was born and things are starting to fall into routine. I say that loosely since everyday is an adventure. I absolutely enjoy being a mother and would do it all over again in a heartbeat. Although my birthing process didn’t go as expected it was still worth every moment. Some have asked me to share my experience as to gain some perspective. My first piece of advice is: No that anything and everything can change on a moments notice. Its great to have a birthing plan, which mine was have the baby, just know that it might not happen that way and be prepared to handle it. So here goes:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thursday night we headed to bed and I began to feel some pain along the lines of painful period cramps. I ignored it since I have a high pain tolerance and I was determined not to be the pregnant woman who goes to the hospital only to have false labor and be sent home. So I decided to download a contractions app that would help me measure the length of each contraction and their frequency. While my husband was asleep I was using this handy device. At around 2:00 am I prayed to the Lord to show me a sign since my contractions where consistent at times and at others all over the place. He delivered, my next contraction was so painful that I woke up Rey and said its time. Once we arrived at the hospital my contractions were 2 minutes apart and I was only 3cm dilated. They decided to admit me since I was having consistent contractions. I was admitted at 4 am into a labor and delivery room. I had decided to have an epidural so I received it and believe me it was well worth it. Honestly, it didn’t hurt since I had already been through painful enough contractions. The one thing you do feel is a cold sensation go down your back as the medicine is being injected. I oddly enjoyed the sensation, what can I say I’m weird like that. Once the medication took effect, which was in seconds, I was in a state of bliss. Rey and my family would look at my contractions on the machine and I wouldn’t feel a thing. My doctor finally came in to break my water around 8am. Breaking your water doesn’t hurt and they use this breaking technology to do it, a long stick with a point, seriously breaking technology. She checked me an I was still 3cm. She (my doctor) decided to let my body do its thing, which I appreciated since some doctors try to push their agenda on you. Around 11:30 I still hadn’t dilated any more so the decided to give me Pitocin. At 3pm I had dilated to 4-5cm so I was making progress but very slowly. So they raised the amount of pitocin. My doctor came back in at 5pm and noticed I had moved to 5cm. I really didn’t want to have a c-section because it was major surgery, the recovery was longer, and it may jeopardize me every having a chance to have a true vaginal labor. My doctor advised me that Zoë’s head wasn’t turning into position and my cervix was opening enough for her to come through. I had already been in labor 16 hrs and 10 of them without my water. At this point I had to think about what was best for my little girl and put aside my wants. I didn’t want to put her under any more stress that labor can cause. So I was prepped for surgery and was told about what would take place and the recovery room. Surgery was great…which is odd to say. The medical staff assisting my doctor was amazing. I was laughing at their jokes while they maintained their professionalism. I didn’t feel a thing; in fact I was shocked when one of the staff said they’ve already cut into you. Five minutes or so after they began I heard my child cry and Rey was by my side and I just couldn’t help but cry along with her. The overwhelming sense of love came over me. They cleaned her up and Rey cut her umbilical cord and I was able to hold her while they were sewing me up. We were able to take our first family photo. The surgery took a total of 45mins and I was sent to the recovery room for a 1.5 hrs. I was able to see my little girl again around 11pm since they had to take her to the nursery and do their thing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Although, things didn’t turn out the way I planned I am still so thankful for the precious gift the Lord has given to Rey and I. I hope that my story helps someone understand the labor process and c-sections. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-1548393296909302947?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/1548393296909302947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=1548393296909302947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/1548393296909302947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/1548393296909302947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2011/03/labor-and-delivery.html' title='Labor and Delivery'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1ur7KH436ng/TXkjif4h6ZI/AAAAAAAABtY/ar_qJTJxZP8/s72-c/IMG_0151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-8586053744092653645</id><published>2010-01-15T23:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T23:40:25.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS ME!</title><content type='html'>I can't believe its been over a year since I last blogged. I'm actually surprised I'm even on this right now. I'd figured after a few odd comments posted in languages I've never seen, it should be a hint to either delete the whole thing or do something, so here I am. Not quite sure where to begin,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've lost some friends, gained some friends, but best of all I married my &lt;a href="http://reydearmas.blogspot.com"&gt;best friend&lt;/a&gt;. 2009 wasn't my favorite year to date, but it did help to have my husband along side for the ride. I can only imagine what this year will bring. Excitement for the things to come, worry for the things to come, honestly I haven't changed and probably never will. Not knowing is the worst for me, I'm a planner, just ask my husband. I can't do surprises because I ruin every one of them, and yet I want to be surprised. Thus the paradox of my life...pray for my husband cause this can only get worse..or maybe this will be the year of change????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really...who am I kidding. This is me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the New Year begin :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-8586053744092653645?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8586053744092653645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=8586053744092653645' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/8586053744092653645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/8586053744092653645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-me.html' title='THIS IS ME!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-7056645823713042802</id><published>2009-01-11T12:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T13:21:08.249-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Dash</title><content type='html'>This upcoming weekend my mother, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1423728994&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;aunt Mickey&lt;/a&gt;, and myself will be taking a road trip up to Louisville. You might be thinking wait you're moving already, but don't get your britches in a bundle. Since Rey and I acquired some of our gifts at the engagement party we thought it would be wise to start moving it up, plus it was another excuse for me to see Rey. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Rey moved into our new apartment this past week, we noticed our place looked a little on the empty side, so&lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ikea.com/us/en/"&gt;Ikea&lt;/a&gt; it was. Yesterday my mother, aunt, and myself ventured over to the land of European wonder. Upon arrival we discovered that there were only 3 left of our love seat. My aunt said we better make a run for it. Before I knew it we were off on a mad dash  like that of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lTBvD1_iT5g"&gt;Supermarket Sweeps&lt;/a&gt;. I used to love watching that show. Luckily we found our love seat and only two were left. My mother on the other hand was no where to be found, which meant my aunt an I had to lift, move, and pack the sofa ourselves. Mission accomplished! Now we could go back and look around, enjoy our time, and grab our last item the TV stand. After 3 hours at IKEA I picked up some noble tips:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-wear tennis shoes (flip flops just slide around when moving heavy furniture)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-have time and patience (in other words don't go when they are having a promotion)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-think outside the box (book stand on its side makes for a cool coffee table or TV stand)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-be ready to spend (once you see all your options you want it all)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-take advantage of the store (aka seat on the furniture when tired...test it out wink wink)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-make use of their employees (there is something to be said about men moving furniture)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now comes the fun part, trying to pack our furniture, gifts, and ourselves in the car for a long 17 hour car ride. This should make for an interesting blog post. Stay Tuned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SWo3_Tu-CjI/AAAAAAAABi0/S_lqhXSFPhc/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290102273068632626" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-7056645823713042802?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7056645823713042802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=7056645823713042802' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/7056645823713042802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/7056645823713042802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2009/01/mad-dash.html' title='Mad Dash'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SWo3_Tu-CjI/AAAAAAAABi0/S_lqhXSFPhc/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-2482978548001055825</id><published>2009-01-06T16:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T17:12:36.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Engagement Party</title><content type='html'>Since Rey and I have been running around like looney tunes trying to get errands done while he was in town, I postponed writing blogs for two weeks. Now that things are back in the swing of things I can find time to sit, relax, and write.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before Christmas Rey's loving parents threw us an engagement party inviting all of our dearest friends and family. I know we had a blast spending time with people we haven't seen in awhile, and catching up on moments we missed. Our only complaint the next day was, we wished we could of spent more time with people. I constantly felt like I was table hoping from one group to another. To those of you that I didn't get a chance to really invest my time with I'm sorry and I do appreciate you being there. Rey and I are luck to have you in our lives and hope that the Lord continues to pour blessing into your lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great food (paella), good conversation, and hours of laughs, Rey and I were spent. Who knew how exhausting it would be taking on the role of center of attention to everyone. Even for me who's and extreme extrovert was wiped out, I can only image our wedding day. Thank you to all who attended and making our day special. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SWPW6bPEcII/AAAAAAAABis/C3RFErf9jI4/s320/Preview+of+%E2%80%9CUntitled%E2%80%9D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288306686694813826" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-2482978548001055825?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2482978548001055825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=2482978548001055825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/2482978548001055825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/2482978548001055825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-engagement-party.html' title='Our Engagement Party'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SWPW6bPEcII/AAAAAAAABis/C3RFErf9jI4/s72-c/Preview+of+%E2%80%9CUntitled%E2%80%9D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-4414001779101085878</id><published>2009-01-02T10:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T10:26:07.858-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I promise...</title><content type='html'>I know its been ages since my last blog, and many of you having been asking me to update...no names Kristel :) Honestly, I've been enjoying my time with Rey and family and blogging just hasn't been a priority of mine. I promise that once I return to my regular routine I will have plenty to blog. Happy New Year to all and may the Lord continue to bless your families. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....see you soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-4414001779101085878?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/4414001779101085878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=4414001779101085878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/4414001779101085878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/4414001779101085878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-promise.html' title='I promise...'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-3366722602829037196</id><published>2008-12-07T16:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T16:20:40.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S HERE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/STw-Fg1n_PI/AAAAAAAABiM/WPEaHpcdC98/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/STw-Fg1n_PI/AAAAAAAABiM/WPEaHpcdC98/s320/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277161127806500082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after everyone asking our website it up and running. A big thanks goes out to Wilson who helped get the site going. Check it out and look for updates on the wedding, photos, and blogs. Hope you all enjoy it.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.reyandlauren.com/"&gt;www.reyandlauren.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-3366722602829037196?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3366722602829037196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=3366722602829037196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/3366722602829037196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/3366722602829037196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-here.html' title='IT&apos;S HERE!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/STw-Fg1n_PI/AAAAAAAABiM/WPEaHpcdC98/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-8304944899671728560</id><published>2008-12-01T18:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:43:55.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer Answered</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/STR2o012t6I/AAAAAAAABiE/8MyZRXtqlXo/s1600-h/Photo+27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/STR2o012t6I/AAAAAAAABiE/8MyZRXtqlXo/s320/Photo+27.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274971507309066146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today after running around like a maniac completing 1,001 errands, I received a special surprise via the postal service. The Common Wealth of Kentucky sent me a letter. To my delight is was my teaching certificate for their state. I was in complete shock, not less than two weeks ago I sent out my application to gain my certificate. After reading and rereading it again to make sure my precious eyes(and by precious I mean strained) weren't playing games on me, in pure excitement I forgot there was a table in front of me and managed to bang my knee on the way up of my leap. Of course my brother and mother currently watching a "stupid" movie turned and shhhhhed me. I tried to show my mother who wasn't having it, my certificate, only to be turned away.  No one was around to share in my pure joy, so here I sit writing to my fellow readers, in hopes of someone understanding my happiness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note: The Lord is great! How often I forget what he is capable of doing. Not only did it take the State of Florida 2 months to mail me a letter from my file, they hassled me about getting it done. The Lord heard my prayers as he always has and made it possible for the Common Wealth of Kentucky to process my paperwork in a jippy. Lately, as many already know, I've been stressed out about gaining a job in Louisville once Rey and I are married. Our struggling economy only increases my fears. I was blessed once with my current job which truly was a miracle from the Lord. Leaving at times seems crazy, but I know its time for me to make a new mark somewhere else. Please continue to pray for Rey and I as we embark on marriage and starting a new life together.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-8304944899671728560?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8304944899671728560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=8304944899671728560' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/8304944899671728560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/8304944899671728560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/12/prayer-answered.html' title='A Prayer Answered'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/STR2o012t6I/AAAAAAAABiE/8MyZRXtqlXo/s72-c/Photo+27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-3701861770716772785</id><published>2008-11-11T13:45:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T14:21:35.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Veteran's Day 2008</title><content type='html'>It's Veteran's Day and I'm of course spending it running errands. Currently, I am waiting at the Toyota dealership while my car is getting serviced. I must say I love being here, yep I said it...its out there. The people here are so pleasant and eager to please, they offer free internet, and not only is it clean but the waiting area is comfortable. It's nice to know that there are some places left in Miami where clients are treated as they should be red carpet and all. If anyone is in the market for buying a car, might I suggest buying  in the Toyota/Lexus family solely for the purpose of receiving their excellent customer service. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, I would like to say Thank You to all the US Veterans and to those who are currently serving in our armed forces. My family has a rich history of veterans, my grandfather was part of WWII . My brother and I loved hearing the many stories that my grandfather would tell us. Not to long ago he was published in a&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Heartland-Heroes-Remembering-World-War/dp/0826214606/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1226431253&amp;amp;sr=8-4"&gt; book&lt;/a&gt; with others from his Marine Regimen, in which they shared their stories of war. On my mother's side her father served in the Brazilian Military, but unfortunately I never got a chance to hear any of this many stories. I have had multiple relatives and close friends serve in many of our wars including this current one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My thoughts and many prayers go out to all those in past and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; present wars. If it weren't for those many men and women our country would not be what it is today. I take much pride in our current country, and look forward to what our new President Elect Obama has for our every changing government. I know that the Lord is truly in charge and have faith that things will be under control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless to all, and especially to our Armed Forces to whom we as a country salute today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SRnZUXWJVoI/AAAAAAAABh8/xgd_IJgAcLo/s320/The+Salute.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267480183074018946" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-3701861770716772785?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3701861770716772785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=3701861770716772785' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/3701861770716772785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/3701861770716772785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/11/veterans-day-2008.html' title='Veteran&apos;s Day 2008'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SRnZUXWJVoI/AAAAAAAABh8/xgd_IJgAcLo/s72-c/The+Salute.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-6927424307761379533</id><published>2008-10-30T21:29:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T21:52:50.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>08 Election</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My voting experience was not as bad as I thought it was going to be. Although, I waited in line for and hour and half it went by quickly. I do not know if it was the iphone movie  (hard days night; Beatles) or the fact that the poll workers where pleasant and helpful. Water was given out constantly and workers were organized and efficient. Unlike last &lt;a href="http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/08/1-step-forward-2-steps-back.html"&gt;time&lt;/a&gt; where chaos and trouble shooting with the new system ran havoc. At least workers explained how to use the system and gave out sample&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SQpfsZ28j6I/AAAAAAAABhQ/ktfwNJqkS5o/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263124330996076450" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SQpfuCBGE6I/AAAAAAAABhY/UFrRvtzn3Vc/s320/photo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263124358955930530" /&gt;&lt;div&gt; ballots in order to speed along the process. I'm proud to say I've completed my civic duty and I hope all of you who can vote do so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-6927424307761379533?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6927424307761379533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=6927424307761379533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/6927424307761379533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/6927424307761379533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/10/08-election.html' title='08 Election'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SQpfsZ28j6I/AAAAAAAABhQ/ktfwNJqkS5o/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-7328213085014993302</id><published>2008-10-26T22:56:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T23:21:11.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Verdict Is....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who should I vote for....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SQUyLKL9oiI/AAAAAAAABhI/OsyEVFeq7qY/s320/DSC03226.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261666906946773538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Or should it be....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SQUvoUlnphI/AAAAAAAABhA/aMMx9VhisLc/s320/IMG_0249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261664109420062226" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-7328213085014993302?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7328213085014993302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=7328213085014993302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/7328213085014993302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/7328213085014993302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/10/verdict-is.html' title='The Verdict Is....'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SQUyLKL9oiI/AAAAAAAABhI/OsyEVFeq7qY/s72-c/DSC03226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-2644229856940351193</id><published>2008-10-19T22:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:14:45.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Planning 101</title><content type='html'>Its been about two weeks now since I got engaged, and boy has it been non stop. All of a sudden more work is piling up on top of trying to budget a wedding. Everyone has said its fun planning a wedding you will love it. Lies I tell you simply just lies. Since being engaged I've had to travel around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Miami&lt;/span&gt; looking at churches, reception sites, and picking a date. Decisions, Decisions, Decisions is what I'm constantly dealing with. I keep on tell Rey that once we can decided on a church and reception site I will feel so much better. Hopefully by then end of this week it will all be done. I will keep you posted plus Rey has created us a lovely wedding website once its finished I will place the link up. Till then pray that all goes as planned and under budget. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-2644229856940351193?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2644229856940351193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=2644229856940351193' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/2644229856940351193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/2644229856940351193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/10/wedding-planning-101.html' title='Wedding Planning 101'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-9039003879216208545</id><published>2008-10-11T23:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:29:33.111-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SPF8qOX0k2I/AAAAAAAABgg/AxIx4c3m4C4/s1600-h/DSC_0022.jpg'/><title type='text'>Engaged &amp; Loving It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SPF8qKhBFtI/AAAAAAAABgo/ynRo4xHAQyk/s320/DSC_0081.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256119303937267410" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SPF8qOX0k2I/AAAAAAAABgg/AxIx4c3m4C4/s320/DSC_0022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256119304972440418" /&gt;So I know many of you have heard the exciting news that &lt;a href="http://reydearmas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rey&lt;/a&gt; and I are ENGAGED!!!  &lt;a href="http://whatscookinmia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anne Marie&lt;/a&gt; and him already posted blogs of the moment, but now its my turn to give everyone inside prospective.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday afternoon I rush home to get things ready for church that evening expecting Anne to help me out. I get out of the shower and notice like 50 missed calls from Anne (ok 5). She informs me that she's down the block at my park with a flat. I quickly throw on some cloths, thankfully it wasn't my usual run out of the house attire (pj pants, and ratty t-shirt) While driving I'm recalling the lessons my father taught me on how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; to replace a flat tire. I jump out of the c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ar walk around the truck twice and nothing. (Thinking) Why would this woman waste my time didn't she know I had things to get done like speak to Rey on ichat in 10 minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After questioning her several times she begins to cry and I'm like what now so I go over to comfort her. She all of a sudden stops crying...but did I pick up on that NOOOO because I was obviously out of it that day. Mind you I pride myself on being on the ball and no one pulling a fast one on me. I was like puddy in their hands. I continually refuse to do anything Anne asks me to do, so she basically says look who's that and points towards Rey. I question him being there and once I got the nod of approval from Anne I was off like a sprinter in the Olympics. While running I contemplated jumping on Rey and finall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y decided just to go for it. Thankfully there was a graceful catch like that in ending scenes of &lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/1/13/Dirty-dancing-coverx-large.jpg"&gt;Dirty Dancing&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kissed him about a thousand times not allowing him to get a word in while thinking to myself why was he so shaky, wasn't he glad to see me. Then o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;f course he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. Which in turn was action for the water works from my eyes. I was so amazed, shocked, and awed at the same time that all the wonderful things he said went through one ear and out the other. I'm sure I said yes just don'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;t remember. Thankfully, Rey was kind enough to tell me later all that he said so that I could remember it for keep sake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still can't believe after watching the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MHQ8g5dQsrQ"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;(commentary is quite funny) that I didn't see nor hear &lt;a href="http://thecolorbrigitte.blogspot.com/"&gt;Brigitte&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://merariphotographs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Merari&lt;/a&gt; in the background the whole time. Seriously I was completely gone...their plan worked and sad to say I was fooled. (of course in an awesome way) Thank you to everyone who helped make this day special. I know many of you knew what was going to happened and managed to keep it secret, so thank you. Rey, I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;excited to be married to you and I can't thank G&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;od enough for your presence in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SPF8qAflKeI/AAAAAAAABgw/wE1Np_AmVQs/s320/DSC_0089.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256119301246888418" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SPF8qdySkYI/AAAAAAAABg4/fRxfc3izaCM/s320/DSC_0108.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256119309109989762" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-9039003879216208545?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/9039003879216208545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=9039003879216208545' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/9039003879216208545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/9039003879216208545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/10/engaged-loving-it.html' title='Engaged &amp; Loving It!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SPF8qKhBFtI/AAAAAAAABgo/ynRo4xHAQyk/s72-c/DSC_0081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-2484928798801915375</id><published>2008-09-25T17:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:53:51.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspiring Photographer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Goofing around with Merari last weekend, we had the opportunity to take some silly photo shots. I thought it would be great for her to gain more experience and practice with her photography. The whole time we were laughing and fooling around trying not to draw any any attention to ourselves. However, I mostly was making fun of super models and their ridiculous poses especially when they crawl on the floor pretending to be some furious animal (grrrr.....). I never thought much of the pictures when we left. I told her have fun with them and do as you please. To my delight she really surpassed my expectations. Here I was thinking the whole time this poor child will never get anything beneficial from all my commotions. I must say GREAT JOB!!! I encourage anyone to spend some quality time with this aspiring photographer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Merari my hat tips off to your tremendous work :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SNwINjYtwvI/AAAAAAAABeA/Ifa1GZveP18/s320/Day+In+The+Park.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250080294537380594" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-2484928798801915375?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2484928798801915375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=2484928798801915375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/2484928798801915375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/2484928798801915375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/09/aspiring-photographer.html' title='Aspiring Photographer'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SNwINjYtwvI/AAAAAAAABeA/Ifa1GZveP18/s72-c/Day+In+The+Park.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-3495388163061676930</id><published>2008-09-15T18:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:17:03.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back into the Swing of Things</title><content type='html'>Like always after every summer comes the adjustment period of getting back into the swing of things. I been trying to get used to the brutal awakening of 6am alarm beeping, 14 hour days that seem to never end, and added on stress levels. I guess in time my body will start to warm up to the idea of functioning before 9 am, seeing that my job kind of depends on my functioning abilities. Till then I am trying out new strategies of getting my body into a routine. I've decided to get myself back into shape, its a trying process in which I am dreading everyday. Thankfully others have more faith in me than I do, which in an odd way motivates me and allows my competitive side to come out. I'm just hoping that I see results soon, cause we all know how patient I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-3495388163061676930?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3495388163061676930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=3495388163061676930' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/3495388163061676930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/3495388163061676930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-into-swing-of-things.html' title='Back into the Swing of Things'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-7837501674776265388</id><published>2008-09-07T15:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T17:01:08.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Translation Gone Wrong</title><content type='html'>The other day at work I learned an interesting lesson with languages. You see I can speak and understand portuguese, however my spanish is another story. Here is an example of what  I mean:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Child #1: Como se dice "Free Play" in Espanol?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I don't know let me think (obviously said in spanish)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Child #2: Free Play of course (said sarcastically)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my head I'm thinking, I know the word for play and free why not give it a try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Free Play es Juegar Gratis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Child # 2 &amp;amp;3: Haaaaaa....thats not right (as they die of laughter)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I ask a co-worker of mine who is hispanic what the translation would be since I've already gone wrong. I tell her what I said and she smiled and chuckled slightly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Co-worker: Juegar Libre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Child #1: Ay Ok..gracias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: Oh that's right, "Free"has more than one translation, of course that was the better option. Lesson learned and noted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-7837501674776265388?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7837501674776265388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=7837501674776265388' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/7837501674776265388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/7837501674776265388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/09/translation-gone-wrong.html' title='Translation Gone Wrong'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-5495890521924649116</id><published>2008-09-01T13:29:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:39:40.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At Last...It's Here!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SLwoGfn6YxI/AAAAAAAABdU/gCda78Fqtb0/s1600-h/DSC_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SLwoGfn6YxI/AAAAAAAABdU/gCda78Fqtb0/s320/DSC_0031.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241108158385644306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday while running around with &lt;a href="http://merariphotographs.blogspot.com/"&gt;Merari&lt;/a&gt;, we came across a favorite little place called Pollo Campero. That was the spot to be while in Guatemala on a missions trip. That's right when it was announced we were heading out on the town that meant Pollo Campero time. Seriously it beats our KFC here in the states. At last it has landed here in Miami of course only in Calle Ocho area, but I'll take it. Anyone who wants to join in on some good eating, just call me up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-5495890521924649116?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/5495890521924649116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=5495890521924649116' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/5495890521924649116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/5495890521924649116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/09/at-lastits-here.html' title='At Last...It&apos;s Here!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SLwoGfn6YxI/AAAAAAAABdU/gCda78Fqtb0/s72-c/DSC_0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-8326451368537886491</id><published>2008-08-24T14:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T15:15:17.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Step Forward 2 Steps Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today I decided to exercise my civil duty and vote. Wanting to beat the crowds this upcoming Tuesday I read up on the candidates and the&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://miamidade.gov/wps/PA_1_0_CI/ondemand_view.jsp?itemid=27722"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;new voting system&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Might I say this city seems to always be taking the wrong steps. Its like we take one step forward and two big steps backwards. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;We're back to bubbling in our vote. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Problem: I know that some individuals will check mark the vote or "X" the spot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We're adding more paper into the mix. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Problem: What happened to our city becoming green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The is an added process/step in order to vote. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Problem: each machine cost thousands of dollars for a wasted system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In order to make a correction you must get a new ballot. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Problem: First that means wasting more paper and second there was nothing wrong with the finger touch system we used before. You were able to preview your vote on the screen and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;correct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; the mistake before pushing the big red vote button.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The last step is scanning your bubbled ballot. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Problem: You have to type in a code given (extra step) then wait for the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; to say that everything is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;. If not you can either leave it as is or get a new ballot thus more paper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Our county has spent tons of money on a system that can be far more confusing than the old one,  less environmentally friendly, and not time efficient. I think it would of been better if we came up with a system that used our old electronic one with a paper trail added feature. Next thing you know we will have new voting system come this presidential election.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-8326451368537886491?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8326451368537886491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=8326451368537886491' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/8326451368537886491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/8326451368537886491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/08/1-step-forward-2-steps-back.html' title='1 Step Forward 2 Steps Back'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-2796063264966807802</id><published>2008-08-19T07:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T07:05:00.449-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracking of the Heron</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How often do we focus on the negatives of a natural disaster. Today I was enlighten by the beauty that comes with such disasters. To my surprise a white Heron flew into my front yard. Never have I  had a chance to get up close and personal with a heron or any other bird of that matter. I was able to walk behind him and finally get close enough to see him snap a lizard off a tree and eat it. The heron wasn't even shocked how close I was. We exchanged glances or what I would call a slight nod. It was nice to see God's creation in the midst of a storm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SKnsqh_MUcI/AAAAAAAABEA/KD-c1bIbHRk/s320/Heron.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235976257216991682" /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-2796063264966807802?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2796063264966807802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=2796063264966807802' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/2796063264966807802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/2796063264966807802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/08/tracking-of-heron.html' title='Tracking of the Heron'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SKnsqh_MUcI/AAAAAAAABEA/KD-c1bIbHRk/s72-c/Heron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-589163775936829962</id><published>2008-08-18T15:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T15:51:23.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blockbuster's Feable Attempts to Increase Business</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SKnNjSh9nII/AAAAAAAABDw/HplBx40B-3c/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SKnNjSh9nII/AAAAAAAABDw/HplBx40B-3c/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235942047948315778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Yesterday while in line at blockbuster &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Merari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I came across the candy isle. Of course the put the overly priced candy right next you while waiting patiently (aka forever) in line. Apparently, that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tactic&lt;/span&gt; hasn't been working well enough, so they decided that Cocoa Pete's chocolate would be the solution. I'm wondering, do the university marketing departments teach that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moan inducing chocolate &lt;/span&gt;would be the answer&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;plummeting&lt;/span&gt; sales?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-589163775936829962?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/589163775936829962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=589163775936829962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/589163775936829962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/589163775936829962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/08/blockbusters-feable-attempts-to.html' title='Blockbuster&apos;s Feable Attempts to Increase Business'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SKnNjSh9nII/AAAAAAAABDw/HplBx40B-3c/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-7068706510637168458</id><published>2008-08-01T12:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T13:53:12.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slava's Snow Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SJCfXy9tPDI/AAAAAAAABDQ/Ig7Ypztr2A8/s1600-h/slava.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SJCfXy9tPDI/AAAAAAAABDQ/Ig7Ypztr2A8/s320/slava.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228854398543543346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Alves-Daily Family and the De Armas Family experienced &lt;a href="http://www.slavasnowshow.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Slava's Snow Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this past weekend. My mother happened to catch a glimpse of it on on &lt;a href="http://globotvinternational.globo.com/home_en.jsp"&gt;Globo&lt;/a&gt; and thought it would be neat if both our families went to it. So we all ventured out expecting something along the lines of  Cirque du Soleil, but instead we got something completely different.  The show is a mix of clowns focusing on pantomime, crowd involvement, and human reaction. It is a must see event, and experience unlike no other. Rey could not stop laughing at the simplicities of clowns falling out of a chair. Slava has a way of triggering your inner childhood yet adding a feel modernness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wx2iL0lY2GM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wx2iL0lY2GM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-7068706510637168458?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7068706510637168458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=7068706510637168458' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/7068706510637168458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/7068706510637168458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/08/slavas-snow-show.html' title='Slava&apos;s Snow Show'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SJCfXy9tPDI/AAAAAAAABDQ/Ig7Ypztr2A8/s72-c/slava.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-5839609773451040453</id><published>2008-07-31T08:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T08:33:00.298-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbow of Havaianas</title><content type='html'>Last Thursday my mother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;returned&lt;/span&gt; from a months trip in Brazil, and of course she came baring gifts. Seeing that this was the third year of her missing my birthday, she owed me huge. I know you're thinking giving birth to me was enough, but in my book...wrong. (Just kidding) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now if anyone knows me, other than food and sleep, wearing my Havaianas is the next best thing. So every time someone I know travels to Brazil I politely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ask&lt;/span&gt; for a pair of &lt;a href="http://www.havaianas.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Havaianas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. So when my mother went she knew exactly what to get me, and boy did she ever. The color of the rainbow is what she brought back.  The best part...now I have a pair for any outfit. Check it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SJCT_uUUnzI/AAAAAAAABDA/HcrKHceW0fY/s320/DSC02998.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228841890351456050" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-5839609773451040453?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/5839609773451040453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=5839609773451040453' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/5839609773451040453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/5839609773451040453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/07/rainbow-of-havaianas.html' title='Rainbow of Havaianas'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SJCT_uUUnzI/AAAAAAAABDA/HcrKHceW0fY/s72-c/DSC02998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-7790111752343674299</id><published>2008-07-30T11:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T12:33:35.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SJCXxiUryRI/AAAAAAAABDI/H3t9cztOgCI/s1600-h/anni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SJCXxiUryRI/AAAAAAAABDI/H3t9cztOgCI/s320/anni.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228846044660091154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rey and I celebrated our one year anniversary on the 21st of this month.  I couldn't believe how quickly time pasted, it's true the older you get the quicker time goes by. This past year has been a great one full of laughter, quality time, vacations, hard times (long distance), and best of all the LOVE. Thank you &lt;a href="http://reydearmas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rey&lt;/a&gt; for making our first year a memorable and I look forward to many more.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This summer the both of us having been really busy, it seemed like we had something planned every weekend. Thank goodness for ical. We've celebrated birthdays, movie openings, and spent time with friends. The down side is that we haven't been able to spend as much quality time with each other. So we decided to get away from our area and travel far away to celebrate our anniversary. Lincoln Road was our distant travel (gas prices= determining factor) we got a chance to sit down and enjoy each others company. We made it a point to turn off our cells phones and focus on one another. One of my favorite things about our relationship is the time we spending sharing things, talking, and listening. Thankfully we got a chance to do all to the point that we almost forgot to refill the meter. Thank you to all our friends who wished us a Happy Anniversary, we have loved having you share in our relationship. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ten days later the time has come as good friends of ours &lt;a href="http://web.mac.com/axr_acevedo/AcevedoMusic/Home.html"&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kristelfatima.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kristel&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://whatscookinmia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anne Marie&lt;/a&gt; will be leaving us. I will miss them very much, but I know that God has a wonderful plan in store for each of them. Plus with all the upcoming weddings = short visits with them. I can't think of a better way to see them, other than partying it up at a wedding. I love you guys...see you soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-7790111752343674299?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7790111752343674299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=7790111752343674299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/7790111752343674299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/7790111752343674299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-year.html' title='One Year!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SJCXxiUryRI/AAAAAAAABDI/H3t9cztOgCI/s72-c/anni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-5727627126756965160</id><published>2008-07-16T17:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:23:36.761-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ana"isms"</title><content type='html'>My beautiful mother has been in Brazil visiting family for the past month now. I've been missing her like crazy, but thankfully we've kept in touch via phone but mostly through email. So I decided to email her about my birthday and how everything went. Instead of writing a long winded email I told her to read my blog. Being the supportive mother that she is, not only did she read it she wrote me back a comment via my email here it is:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Dear Lauren, a read your blog, but only one little thing is missing I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;bilieved&lt;/span&gt; a call to you early that day before everybody. love mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;What it should of said: Dear Lauren, I read your blog, but only one little thing was missing, I believe I was the first to call you early on your birthday before everybody else. love mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I about died laughing reading and rereading the email. You see one of the things I love most about my mother is her "isms" or Ana"isms". You'd think that it was just her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inability&lt;/span&gt; to write, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; where your wrong my mother actually speaks like that, just add a somewhat strong &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Brazilian&lt;/span&gt; accent to it. Reading her email only made me miss her and love her even more. Funny thing is now you can see where I get it from...hopefully you enjoyed the laugh as much as I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-5727627126756965160?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/5727627126756965160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=5727627126756965160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/5727627126756965160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/5727627126756965160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/07/anaisms.html' title='Ana&quot;isms&quot;'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-2410005492291714557</id><published>2008-07-14T13:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:57:36.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise Birthday Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SHuUnvG5nRI/AAAAAAAABC4/0mrywiL55Y4/s1600-h/bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SHuUnvG5nRI/AAAAAAAABC4/0mrywiL55Y4/s320/bday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222931603247439122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday morning was my 26th birthday and for some odd reason my body decided to wake up at the crack of dawn. All summer long I've been enjoying sleeping in till at least 10ish, but for some reason my body was more excited to be a year older than I was. Thankfully there was a wonderful surprise awaiting me. While I was waiting for everyone else in the world to wake up I managed to speak to Rey on ichat. Of course he wished me a happy birthday but successfully convinced me that he was at work. Little did I know that Anne and him were on their way to my house to surprise me. They took me to the best breakfast place ever..Original Pancake House( true goodness) if you don't agree, than I'm sorry you have horrible taste...I kid. Over breakfast the two of them revealed their weekend plans. They were taking me to Orlando to see &lt;a href="http://www.cirquedusoleil.com/CirqueDuSoleil/en/showstickets/lanouba/intro/intro.htm"&gt;Cirque du Soleil  La Nouba&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;a href="http://aquaticabyseaworld.com/Site/flash/homepage/Default.aspx"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://aquaticabyseaworld.com/Site/flash/homepage/Default.aspx"&gt;Aquatica&lt;/a&gt; along with some friends of mine. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing that it was 7/11 free slurpees were in order which I gladly insisted on getting before we left. Not only did we receive free slurpees but we also got free food at &lt;a href="http://www.cowappreciationday.com/"&gt;Chick-&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cowappreciationday.com/"&gt;fil&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cowappreciationday.com/"&gt;- A&lt;/a&gt;. Only catch was we had to dress up like cows. So in good spirits we put on our best cow outfits and walked in their proudly. Thankfully we were greeted with loud cheers and applause....it was like they knew it was my day...I got free dessert plus a child's balloon. Being 26 was looking so bad after all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night Anne introduced all of us to &lt;a href="http://www.huhot.com/franchisee_info.asp?gclid=CN_Nt_iDwJQCFRhhnAodvl79TQ"&gt;HuHot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.huhot.com/franchisee_info.asp?gclid=CN_Nt_iDwJQCFRhhnAodvl79TQ"&gt; Mongolian Grill&lt;/a&gt;...all I have to say it was Glorious! Rey then whisked me off to Downtown Disney to see my favorite Cirque. I felt like a little kid on Christmas...I couldn't stop smiling. It really was A.D.D. at its finest for me. After the show we got a chance to spend some quality time with each other which I enjoyed thoroughly. The others decided to party it up at City Walk Universal. I heard that David got his groove on thanks to Anne and Merari. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The next day we got a slow start seeing that we all had a late night out. Instead of leaving the hotel at 9am we slowly strolled out by a astonishing time of 10:05 am. I was really looking forward to Sea World's new water park Aquatica. Not only did they have my favorite ride, the lazy river (yep doesn't take much to please me), they had a rapids river what more could I ask for. So we arrive at Aquatica only to read the sign "filled to capacity will reopen at 3pm." WHAT!!!! I couldn't believe my eyes nor could anyone else. I honestly think Uribe was most disappointed, I heard he really pushed this particular theme park. Since we couldn't attend Aquatic we decided to head over to&lt;a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/wdw/parks/parkLanding?id=BBLandingPage&amp;amp;CMP=KNC-WDWWaterGoogle&amp;amp;HBX_PK=blizzard+beach&amp;amp;HBX_OU=50&amp;amp;bhcp=1"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/wdw/parks/parkLanding?id=BBLandingPage"&gt;Blizzard Beach&lt;/a&gt; since nobody else but David and myself were the only ones who had been there before. We had a great time... Anne's facial expressions summed it up perfectly. A little cold rain and wind couldn't keep us back from celebrating my birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On our drive home I had a chance to reflect on this wonderful occasion. I was thankful God gave me another year of life to enjoy, and such great friends and family around to experience things with. I am so grateful to Rey, Anne, Merari, Yan, and David for taking time out to spend with me. Alex &amp;amp; Kristel you were missed but I completely understand why. Thank you so much for my gift the card was the best part. Val and Berto I'm sorry you weren't able to attend due to technical difficulties (its what we'll call it) you both were missed as well. To everyone else thank you for the many birthday wishes, keeping secrets, and presents in order to make my birthday truly a memorable one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rey- Thank You, there is not much more that I can say other than I love you. I look forward to many more celebrations to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-2410005492291714557?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2410005492291714557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=2410005492291714557' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/2410005492291714557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/2410005492291714557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/07/surprise-birthday-weekend.html' title='Surprise Birthday Weekend'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SHuUnvG5nRI/AAAAAAAABC4/0mrywiL55Y4/s72-c/bday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-7039927435596652431</id><published>2008-07-06T20:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T21:17:22.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Things American</title><content type='html'>While out and about this holiday weekend I took notice of things that truly signify All-American.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Best of all American rock songs 105.9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 4th of July concerts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Apple pie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Watching fireworks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Eating fried chicken with your fingers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Enjoying star shaped cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Grown men dressed head to toe in the American flag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Spelling words things with sparklers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Drinking Apple Cider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Fishing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Playing board games with family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Parades on t.v.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Spending quality time with friends and family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Small flags everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Uncle Sam on stilts &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly this wonderful weekend came to a close but I'm glad it was packed with fun filled activities. Thanks to everyone especially &lt;a href="http://web.mac.com/axr_acevedo/AcevedoMusic/Blog/Blog.html"&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt; for saving the 4th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-7039927435596652431?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7039927435596652431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=7039927435596652431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/7039927435596652431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/7039927435596652431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-things-american.html' title='All Things American'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-5711436941159957060</id><published>2008-07-03T12:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T12:45:01.738-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids and their Reasoning</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nb8tYyIt3fw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nb8tYyIt3fw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video crack me up everytime. I finally decided to post if after several friends request. Hope you get a kick out of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-5711436941159957060?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/5711436941159957060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=5711436941159957060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/5711436941159957060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/5711436941159957060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/07/kids-and-their-reasoning.html' title='Kids and their Reasoning'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-1887728928847949779</id><published>2008-06-29T23:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:55:52.361-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Personal Shopper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SGhXimTaAwI/AAAAAAAABCw/CjFNqugVyxM/s1600-h/Personal+Shopper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SGhXimTaAwI/AAAAAAAABCw/CjFNqugVyxM/s320/Personal+Shopper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217516420217832194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough my first adventure of the summer came as a surprise to me, I was a personal shopper. I got a phone call from a good friend asking for help in his shopping extravaganza. Basically, he needed a female's opinion and expertise might I add in order to complete his so called mission...dressing 101. I was more than happy to oblige him since I was doing absolutely NOTHING and was looking for new and exciting things to accomplish this summer. Apparently I can cross this one off my list, personal shopper for one-check. The best part was I completely impressed myself with my talent not to mention my lovely client as well. We were finished within an hour or so. I managed to critique quickly, scour rapidly, and rack up amazing sales. I must say I would hire myself..minor detail I already do that regularly. So if anyone would like to embark on another adventure with me this summer let me know I have plenty to accomplish, just not quite sure what that exactly is just yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-1887728928847949779?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/1887728928847949779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=1887728928847949779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/1887728928847949779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/1887728928847949779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/06/personal-shopper.html' title='Personal Shopper'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SGhXimTaAwI/AAAAAAAABCw/CjFNqugVyxM/s72-c/Personal+Shopper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-7531602900169901999</id><published>2008-06-16T17:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:23:37.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uninspired</title><content type='html'>Its been at least a month and some days now since I've last blogged. With the wrapping up of work, and the month of&lt;a href="http://kristelfatima.blogspot.com/"&gt; Kristel&lt;/a&gt; (whom I love), I really had little to no time at all. Now that I've been home on vacation, I feel so uninspired to write anything. Of course I've been active, sleeping, eating, watching tv, and the occasional getting out of the house. Shoot with gas prices soaring who really wants to go anywhere. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do have a list of items that I want to accomplish this summer, however I have yet to look at that list. So if anyone would like to help inspire me call me up and lets make plans. I seem to have all the time in the world. Till then I'll blog about my many adventures to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-7531602900169901999?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7531602900169901999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=7531602900169901999' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/7531602900169901999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/7531602900169901999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/06/uninspired.html' title='Uninspired'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-8900889589489533779</id><published>2008-05-06T23:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:08:53.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Laughs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SCEcNadcvLI/AAAAAAAABCQ/5Q1KkWhjvB8/s1600-h/pearls2008029341502.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SCEcNadcvLI/AAAAAAAABCQ/5Q1KkWhjvB8/s320/pearls2008029341502.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197466461728980146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SCEcNqdcvMI/AAAAAAAABCY/GrVXVzA4dCw/s1600-h/pearls2008052445103.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SCEcNqdcvMI/AAAAAAAABCY/GrVXVzA4dCw/s320/pearls2008052445103.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197466466023947458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SCEcNqdcvNI/AAAAAAAABCg/qp8F1W88pes/s1600-h/pearls21467060080505.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SCEcNqdcvNI/AAAAAAAABCg/qp8F1W88pes/s320/pearls21467060080505.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197466466023947474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SCEcN6dcvOI/AAAAAAAABCo/mk43kO-_n2E/s1600-h/pearls2073353080506.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SCEcN6dcvOI/AAAAAAAABCo/mk43kO-_n2E/s320/pearls2073353080506.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197466470318914786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So everyone morning at work I get a chance to read the comics section of the paper. I look forward to starting my day off in a good mood. No other comic makes me laugh more than this one. I know...I know you have already heard me rant about this comic strip before, but I can't help it...its funny. Hope you can get a kick of out these as much as I do. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-8900889589489533779?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8900889589489533779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=8900889589489533779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/8900889589489533779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/8900889589489533779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='Morning Laughs'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SCEcNadcvLI/AAAAAAAABCQ/5Q1KkWhjvB8/s72-c/pearls2008029341502.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-7121022465500702035</id><published>2008-05-03T13:09:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T15:03:55.119-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless Romantic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SByzDqdcvJI/AAAAAAAABCA/UaBDy4_tFQk/s1600-h/laboheme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SByzDqdcvJI/AAAAAAAABCA/UaBDy4_tFQk/s400/laboheme.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196224945597496466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Last night I went to go see my first Opera entitled &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mtholyoke.edu/courses/rschwart/hist255/bohem/tlaboheme.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;La &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Boheme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;. You see I  have always loved the arts since I was a child, and lately I've been making it a point to soak up as much of it as I can. In the past few weeks I've visited, plays, musicals, museums, dance performances, art show, and now an opera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I pretty much knew what to expect, which mind you is not a woman with a viking hat on and braids belting out her vocals to the audience. I knew that it would be in a language I did not understand but the story of the opera would lend itself a hand. Thank goodness that there were subtitles not only in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; but in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Spanish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; as well. Although the subtitles were on a screen above the stage, the great seats &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://merariphotographs.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Merari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; and I scored (five rows from the stage) more than made up for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The tragic love story took the both of us on a joyful ride, through laughter, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;, wit, and of course poetry lines that make anyone want to be in love(Thankfully I am).  La &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Boheme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; only reminded me of what a hopeless romantic that I am.  Both of us discussed how nice it would be to dance under the stars, enjoy candle lit dinners, night walks on the beach, etc. you get the picture. Hollywood has done a fabulous job of feeding us romantics great scenes and romances that only stir up our imagination. Of course, at the end of the opera even knowing what was going to happen thanks to the synopsis, I still cried.  These things get me every time, somehow I find myself relating to them as if I were one of the characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;All I can say is, if you love the arts and are willing to try something new, than give the opera a try. Its about an experience and hopefully you will enjoy it as much as I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Paula- Thanks for the tickets wish you could of joined us...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-7121022465500702035?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7121022465500702035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=7121022465500702035' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/7121022465500702035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/7121022465500702035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/05/hopeless-romantic.html' title='Hopeless Romantic'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SByzDqdcvJI/AAAAAAAABCA/UaBDy4_tFQk/s72-c/laboheme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-3789928791561570150</id><published>2008-04-27T18:28:00.024-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T20:43:09.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SBUXLqdcvEI/AAAAAAAABBU/rdD-pHBPy0w/s1600-h/P4240209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SBUXLqdcvEI/AAAAAAAABBU/rdD-pHBPy0w/s200/P4240209.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194083234385542210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;1. I'm out of the boot my doctor put me, and couldn't be more happier. I know that my doc probably wouldn't approve seeing he doesn't know it yet, but soon will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I got a chance this past thursday to support the Arts. &lt;a href="http://sketchism.com/"&gt;David&lt;/a&gt; and his other classmates displayed their lovely art work at the Mu-Dai show at the Freedom Tower. I must admit therewere some interesting pieces, some that I honestly didn't understand. If your interested you should check it out at: Mu-Dai.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SBUbpKdcvII/AAAAAAAABB4/TL-9JJVoi8I/s400/Mu-Dai.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194088139238194306" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Friday after work I met up with my best friend to see the Hugh Jackman flick &lt;a href="http://www.deception-movie.com/site/index.html"&gt;Deception. &lt;/a&gt; Now the both of us are huge Hugh fans, but unfortunately this wasn't one of his greatest films. This is right above his movie Scoop. Needless to say we still enjoyed the movie due to the fact that we get to see the villain side of Hugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Yesterday, I attended Anne's Graduation Party. We took part in the burning of all her college papers, watching Bill &amp;amp; Ted's Bogus Journey, and of course good laughs and great food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SBUXL6dcvGI/AAAAAAAABBk/EBr9aPIuWRw/s200/DSC02827.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194083238680509538" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SBUXMKdcvHI/AAAAAAAABBs/mhtFAxEOcIM/s200/DSC02829.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194083242975476850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Lastly, today I got a chance to hang out with some friends whom I haven't really had a chance to just sit down and talk with. Afterwards I spent the day at home bonding with my lovely family which I've missed. Its funny how the things that annoy you most about your family are things you miss most about them.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-3789928791561570150?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3789928791561570150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=3789928791561570150' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/3789928791561570150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/3789928791561570150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/04/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SBUXLqdcvEI/AAAAAAAABBU/rdD-pHBPy0w/s72-c/P4240209.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-1023462478498503003</id><published>2008-04-15T14:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T15:21:54.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble Yet Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SAT7R8RO0HI/AAAAAAAABAU/Etm8pVHVUfM/s1600-h/P4150168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SAT7R8RO0HI/AAAAAAAABAU/Etm8pVHVUfM/s400/P4150168.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189548956292403314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing happened today...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; maybe not so funny. I was playing soccer at work and while demonstrating a specific move I came down on my left ankle. Of course my ankle didn't feel like supporting me yet again, so it decided to roll under and produce a loud "pop" noise.  You see my left ankle and I have been through torn ligaments, several sprains, and bruises on upon bruises. I'm guessing my ankle has had absolutely enough and just decided not come to my rescue. (I think its mad at me....hence the throbbing pain and swelling) Thankfully a co-worker of mine drove me to the hospital to get an x-ray and to see the doctor. Diagnosis: Sever sprain, I'm in an air cast and on crutches. Good news I'm out for two days, Bad news I have no clue what I'm going to do with myself. I go back to see another doctor on Thursday to asses the severity of the situation. Hopefully, my ankle and I will have made an amends by then and I will be cleared to work. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-1023462478498503003?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/1023462478498503003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=1023462478498503003' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/1023462478498503003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/1023462478498503003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/04/trouble-yet-again.html' title='Trouble Yet Again'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/SAT7R8RO0HI/AAAAAAAABAU/Etm8pVHVUfM/s72-c/P4150168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-3532807848395078639</id><published>2008-03-19T19:54:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T20:39:34.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom, Tia, &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>Tonight I decided it was time to spend some family bonding time. My mother has been on my case lately about never spending time with her or the family. I'd normally push her comments to the side until I realized how busy I've become. My priorities were out of line. I had managed to place other events and people ahead of my family. I knew that I was missing my family more and more but couldn't seem to say no to everything else. However, today after work I decided to cook dinner for my mother and tia. I knew today was the only real day that the girls could just bond over movies and good laughs. So I came home and cooked a Mozzarella Chicken, Asparagus, and a Pineapple Lush Cake. It had been awhile since I was last in the kitchen cooking, and seeing that I'm in charge of Easter dinner, I figured it was time to experiment with new recipes. Once dinner was ready my mother cut into the first chicken breast and just smiled. The real test came with my tia tasting the meal. If anyone knows my aunt then you would know she complains about everything and always has something to comment about. So it was time, she took a bite of the chicken and then the asparagus and said nothing. I didn't quite know if that was a good sign or she was just being nice since I cooked dinner unexpectedly. Finally words came out of her mouth, she really liked it...for once, aaaah a moment of relief. After dinner we enjoyed dessert while watching a brazilian novella and laughing at the ridiculousness of the show.  I really enjoyed this evening with my mother and tia. It had been a long time since we really sat down and laughed together and I'm glad I did today.&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R-GvayoTLKI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/V1CFLOMX3T8/s400/DSC02679.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179613921255042210" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R-GvbSoTLLI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/Yc14iz26l_U/s400/DSC02682.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179613929844976818" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-3532807848395078639?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3532807848395078639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=3532807848395078639' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/3532807848395078639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/3532807848395078639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/03/mom-tia-me.html' title='Mom, Tia, &amp; Me'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R-GvayoTLKI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/V1CFLOMX3T8/s72-c/DSC02679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-2023078509628419861</id><published>2008-03-17T21:59:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T16:29:43.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last week I visited a friend of mine's little sister whom I adore, Ariana. While at Miami Children's Hospital we had a little creative project to master. The volunteer group called &lt;a href="http://www.radiolollipop.org/menu.asp"&gt;Radio Lolipop  &lt;/a&gt;stopped by Ariana's room and asked if we wanted to participate in a contest. Basically all we had to do was create an accordion with a picture inside.  So my thought was to draw a first place ribbon in side with music notes in the background as a joke, turns out we got first place after all. Creative minds working together equals success. Ariana won some bath &amp;amp; body works lotion and some funny classes, which we choose to wear. Thankfully Ariana is home, doing well, and getting back into the swing of things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R98iIwyt6QI/AAAAAAAAA_I/tw8elmKqwIU/s1600-h/Arianna+MCH.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R98iIwyt6QI/AAAAAAAAA_I/tw8elmKqwIU/s400/Arianna+MCH.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178895630431283458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-2023078509628419861?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2023078509628419861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=2023078509628419861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/2023078509628419861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/2023078509628419861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/03/creative-minds.html' title='Creative Minds'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R98iIwyt6QI/AAAAAAAAA_I/tw8elmKqwIU/s72-c/Arianna+MCH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-3279828666004776664</id><published>2008-03-15T23:29:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T20:22:55.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:arial;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2FLad0711%2Falbumid%2F5178155491602065073%3Fkind%3Dphoto%26alt%3Drss" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:arial;"&gt;Anne Marie wanted to go on this garden tour around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Miami&lt;/span&gt; today, however nobody was really into the idea of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accompanying her so I decided to join her.  So I wake up and throw on my typical saturday attire (t-shirt and jeans) and head out the door. As Anne and myself park at our first house to visit we noticed how out of place we were. Basically we were amongst the rich and elite of Miami. All the ladies were dressed in what I would call sunday attire with their sun hats, top of the line jewelry, and accessories. We enter the first house and WOW! came to mind. The main room was bigger than my actual house. As we toured the house we snuck in some pictures. At the end of the tour we realized how hot is was and Anne got this lovely idea of getting sun hats to blend in with the crowd. Off to target which turned into make over Lauren for Anne Marie. She made me try on some interesting outfits. Once we gathered the hats and my new get up we headed out on the rest of the tour. The best part was I decided to play the role of being a young rich socialite. My favorite part of the day was our so called "tram ride" or as the rest of us would call a golf cart. We got a tour of a private residence which has been turned into a Palm Tree research center. The 120 acre lot was gorgeous and it got Anne and myself thinking of how God created everything in just a few days. I was able to take in the beauty of God's creation and think what is one thing in general that absolutely takes my breath away...the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt; My question to you is: what takes your breath away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-3279828666004776664?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3279828666004776664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=3279828666004776664' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/3279828666004776664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/3279828666004776664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/03/garden-tour_15.html' title='Garden Tour'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-3756661226339517024</id><published>2008-03-12T16:15:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T22:25:05.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearls before Swine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R9nh2Qyt5oI/AAAAAAAAA34/a2C3pF_e5fs/s1600-h/pearls2008073346229.gif.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R9nh2Qyt5oI/AAAAAAAAA34/a2C3pF_e5fs/s400/pearls2008073346229.gif.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177417568975971970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R9nh3Ayt5pI/AAAAAAAAA4A/6Li1gaPC8zw/s1600-h/pearls2008149780312.gif.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R9nh3Ayt5pI/AAAAAAAAA4A/6Li1gaPC8zw/s400/pearls2008149780312.gif.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177417581860873874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R9nh3Ayt5qI/AAAAAAAAA4I/gK-mttcoiUs/s1600-h/pearls22444900080303.gif.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R9nh3Ayt5qI/AAAAAAAAA4I/gK-mttcoiUs/s400/pearls22444900080303.gif.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177417581860873890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to Merari I have spent hours laughing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;while reading this comic strip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-3756661226339517024?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3756661226339517024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=3756661226339517024' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/3756661226339517024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/3756661226339517024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/03/pearls-before-swine.html' title='Pearls before Swine'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R9nh2Qyt5oI/AAAAAAAAA34/a2C3pF_e5fs/s72-c/pearls2008073346229.gif.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-8754438208894718404</id><published>2008-03-07T10:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T15:48:54.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Think Twice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;You may want to think twice about using lemons....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f75343bc27404167" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8754438208894718404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=8754438208894718404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/8754438208894718404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/8754438208894718404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/03/think-twice.html' title='Think Twice'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-3353639923884480561</id><published>2008-03-01T20:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T21:41:50.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the Count Down Begin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kids-teens.org/color/nasa_count.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.kids-teens.org/color/nasa_count.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official, there is less than 70 days until my summer vacation kicks off.  I've been toying with some ideas of what to do this summer, here's what I got thus far:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bush Gardens (its been 10 yrs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Travel as much as possible&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Celebrate my 26th (no clue as to how)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spend time with loved ones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See a couple of musicals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visit the children's museum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully catch a concert &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visit Salvador Dali's Exhibit in St. Pete&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go Camping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...if you have any ideas fill me in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-3353639923884480561?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3353639923884480561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=3353639923884480561' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/3353639923884480561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/3353639923884480561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/03/let-count-down-begin.html' title='Let the Count Down Begin'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-269906059736961776</id><published>2008-02-22T17:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T18:01:26.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Louisville Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was greeted by Rey in the airport&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had lunch at a Texas restaurant (in Louisville go figure)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put Rey's sofa together while he attempted to drop it on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got a campus tour (loved the campus quad; "thought of streaking through the quad"-Old School)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got ready for our Valentine's dinner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ate at Ruth Chris (Gorgeous view of the city)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched Juno-loved the one liners great movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoyed each others company and caught up with everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to the Louisville Slugger Museum &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beat Rey in the batting cages&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took a tour of the Ohio River and Louis &amp;amp;Clark Explorers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to Churchill Downs (Kentucky Derby)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saw my first miniature horse (Hairy one at that)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ventured into Indiana not a great idea&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had desert with Rey's cousin Rene and his wife Julie (great laughs)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Visited Nineth &amp;amp; O (nice service)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Checked out two malls (odd part they are less than 1 mile apart) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went back to church this time at Sojurn (very interesting; zealish so to speak)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched about a boy &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a self tour of Louisville without the Garmin (never got lost once)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Met back up with Rey after he studied and decided to kill time and see a movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made our trip to the Airport (wasn't ready to leave)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cried yet again couldn't stop the tears but this time I was leaving him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I had a wonderful time this past weekend. I'm very thankful for the time we got share and I'm looking forward to seeing him again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Forgot to mention: Louisville has this strange fetish of art work around the city of painted horses. Check it out. &lt;a href="http://reydearmas.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-weekend.html"&gt;Photos of our we&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://reydearmas.blogspot.com/2008/02/valentines-weekend.html"&gt;ekend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R79TvE6YOYI/AAAAAAAAA24/nzF444fcANM/s320/Painted+Horses.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169942965482174850" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-269906059736961776?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/269906059736961776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=269906059736961776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/269906059736961776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/269906059736961776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/02/louisville-weekend.html' title='Louisville Weekend'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R79TvE6YOYI/AAAAAAAAA24/nzF444fcANM/s72-c/Painted+Horses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-88909541139295426</id><published>2008-02-20T00:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T00:14:40.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Game of Tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This week's small group study got me thinking about life’s fears that hinder our ability to live out God’s plan for our lives. The question that still lingers in my mind is: Do you chase fear or does fear chase you?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In my life fear and I are always playing a game of tag you’re it. Just when I think that I’ve finally tagged fear and won, it has a funny way of tagging me right back. Unfortunately, it's much quicker than I am. I tend to fear the typical things such as death, failure, disappointment etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The reason I believe that fear and I continually play this chasing game is simple: I ALLOW IT! I tend to sulk in my misfortunes, problems, and struggles. Satan constantly wants us to be reminded of our failures time and time again. If we continually focus on the negative then its one less time we are focusing our eyes on the Lord. A small victory for Satan that can potentially lead to landslide sweep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God puts is simply for us GRACE. He has provided for those of us who have accepted his amazing gift of grace, forgiveness, and salvation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So what can we do to officially tag out fear?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Scripture is there for a reason, applying it to your life tends to be the difficult part. For example, Romans 12:2 keeps appearing regularly lately and yet I constantly struggle with sulking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Do not conform any longer to the patterns of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;your mind” (Rm 12:2)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Lord has many blessings and opportunities for our lives, its up to us to accept them. However, how can we accept them if we are constantly dwelling on the negative and allowing fear to win our battles.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll end with this James 4:7;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Submit yourselves, then, to God. Resist the devil, and he will flee from you.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*&lt;a href="http://web.mac.com/axr_acevedo/AcevedoMusic/Home.html"&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt; great job this week, &lt;a href="http://whatscookinmia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Anne Marie&lt;/a&gt; you were missed!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-88909541139295426?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/88909541139295426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=88909541139295426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/88909541139295426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/88909541139295426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/02/game-of-tag.html' title='Game of Tag'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-354185210198394266</id><published>2008-02-03T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T22:10:20.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>D.I.Y.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R6eYmge5FuI/AAAAAAAAA2U/b0krMvLKqWY/s1600-h/YAN:CLOSET.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163263285125519074" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R6eYmge5FuI/AAAAAAAAA2U/b0krMvLKqWY/s320/YAN:CLOSET.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month or so ago my lovely closet decided to give out on me. After putting it off for some time I finally decided that this weekend was it. Time to take on my closet. My weekend pretty much looked liked this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday Night:&lt;br /&gt;Placed all clothes fromt he floor into my parents room&lt;br /&gt;Knocked down form closet supports (quite fun, great way to relieve stress)&lt;br /&gt;Made a Home Depot run for supplies&lt;br /&gt;Patched up holes in the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday:&lt;br /&gt;Got up no breakfast went to work&lt;br /&gt;Sanded the walls down&lt;br /&gt;Went to Home Depot again for paint&lt;br /&gt;Painted the closet&lt;br /&gt;Went to the county dump to get rid of the old closet parts&lt;br /&gt;Began assembling the closet&lt;br /&gt;Had to stop and go pick up my dad from the airport&lt;br /&gt;Drilled countless holes (in which one went through the living room wall..will fix later)&lt;br /&gt;Started to install the closet&lt;br /&gt;Still havent eaten anything its now 6:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;Quickly took a shower&lt;br /&gt;Went to Artie's 50th Birthday party (finally ate)&lt;br /&gt;Came home around 9:30pm&lt;br /&gt;Continued to work on closet&lt;br /&gt;Finished assembling all extras 12:00am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;Woke up missed church (However I did church online, &lt;a href="http://www.mosaic.org/podcast/"&gt;Mosaic&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Began putting clothes back into the closet&lt;br /&gt;Continued on rearranging closet&lt;br /&gt;Anally placed things in color order&lt;br /&gt;Finish closet&lt;br /&gt;Showered went to Rey's for the Superbowl&lt;br /&gt;Left Rey's to meet up with Yannick for his Birthday in Coral Gables&lt;br /&gt;Watched the Giants win (Made a complete fool of myself in the restuarant screaming)&lt;br /&gt;Finally got home to rela and of course fix minor things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was a very productive weekend, and I'm proud of my beautiful closet. Now all I need is a little R&amp;amp;R to make it through my long and hetic week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-354185210198394266?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/354185210198394266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=354185210198394266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/354185210198394266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/354185210198394266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='D.I.Y.'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R6eYmge5FuI/AAAAAAAAA2U/b0krMvLKqWY/s72-c/YAN:CLOSET.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-8544826260351289580</id><published>2008-02-03T01:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T17:52:15.622-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maravilhas de Amazonas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;My father just got back from a two week trip in Brazil. He spent the first week doing missions work in Manuas and then he spent the last week with my family in Rondonia. He took a picture of these two rivers that run side by side of each other. I know it doesn't sound interesting, however, one river is brownish and the other black, and yet they don't mix. I've heard about this river from my family but have never had the chance to see it up close. Check it out...its pretty cool!      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-514a0c26a887d8b2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D514a0c26a887d8b2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329933376%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24A21C3EE675874D9445D196C14DFD5E212B3F52.3E80A33C6716C5F39D2242B4478133529C50E170%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D514a0c26a887d8b2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmWMn7aY3LFuBiqv7dUXGJY-Exjc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D514a0c26a887d8b2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329933376%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D24A21C3EE675874D9445D196C14DFD5E212B3F52.3E80A33C6716C5F39D2242B4478133529C50E170%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D514a0c26a887d8b2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmWMn7aY3LFuBiqv7dUXGJY-Exjc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R6eXBAe5FtI/AAAAAAAAA2M/CEKSG40KK6o/s320/100_1105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163261541368796882" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-8544826260351289580?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8544826260351289580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=8544826260351289580' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/8544826260351289580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/8544826260351289580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/02/maravilhas-de-amazonas.html' title='Maravilhas de Amazonas'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R6eXBAe5FtI/AAAAAAAAA2M/CEKSG40KK6o/s72-c/100_1105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-2692362227526809079</id><published>2008-01-30T19:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T19:15:29.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ode to Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;While lying in bed sick and in pain all I could think about was calling my mommy. Yep, that's right this twenty-five year old has no shame in calling for her mommy. It got me thinking of all the times my mother has come to my rescue when I'm knee deep in vomit, or curled up in a ball in pain, to even just a slight fever. There is just something about a mother's touch that makes the world of difference. I could think back to all the times she would have me lay on her lap and play with my hair along with coqitas on my back in order to distract me from all the familiar uncomfortable aches. Oh how I wished today would have been one of those moments. Thankfully my mother knew that when I called asking for chicken noodle soup, that once again I was in need of her tender loving care. Sometimes my mother laughs at me thinking of how am I going to survive without her when I get married. SIMPLE I'm flying her up instantly no questions asked. I figure its much better than having her live with my husband and I. Honestly though I know that no one compares to my mothers care taking, but I'm sure she will give my loving husband to be a "How to Manual" in order for him to survive my needy moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom- thanks for all the extra hours you've put in, and the countless amount of love you have shown me. I just pray that I can in the future measure up to what you have done for me. I love You!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R6EQLQe5FqI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/01CaJV-RJhE/s1600-h/Photo+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R6EQLQe5FqI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/01CaJV-RJhE/s320/Photo+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161424433532442274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-2692362227526809079?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2692362227526809079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=2692362227526809079' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/2692362227526809079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/2692362227526809079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/01/ode-to-mom.html' title='An Ode to Mom'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R6EQLQe5FqI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/01CaJV-RJhE/s72-c/Photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-1900020516713184257</id><published>2008-01-24T23:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T23:34:04.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rey is HOT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R5ljJwe5FoI/AAAAAAAAA0w/42guzWtMhu0/s1600-h/DSC02624.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; " src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R5ljJwe5FoI/AAAAAAAAA0w/42guzWtMhu0/s320/DSC02624.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159263867414058626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                             &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;                                       Wait it gets better...and the back says&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R5lkEQe5FpI/AAAAAAAAA04/FZpQnXEo4v0/s1600-h/DSC02625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R5lkEQe5FpI/AAAAAAAAA04/FZpQnXEo4v0/s320/DSC02625.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159264872436405906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                    ...and I completely do, more than words!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-1900020516713184257?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/1900020516713184257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=1900020516713184257' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/1900020516713184257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/1900020516713184257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/01/rey-is-hot.html' title='Rey is HOT!'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R5ljJwe5FoI/AAAAAAAAA0w/42guzWtMhu0/s72-c/DSC02624.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-8616225041980374598</id><published>2008-01-21T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T23:18:47.849-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love language</title><content type='html'>Lately I've been hearing Merari and Anne Marie speak of this thing called "Your Love Language," and of course I listened as if I completely understood their madness. Eventually, they took time out to explain to me the different love languages. Apparently, there are 5 languages or as I like to call them categories that individuals fit into. I figured my two were quality time and personal touch, and the over eager beaver inside of me thought, I could be the only one who met all five languages, and then I snapped out of my diluted world (which is nice I might add) and decided to take the quiz. Of course I was right all along or at least mostly right, anyways who's counting. (Rey no comment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/h2&gt;My primary love language is probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Physical Touch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a secondary love language being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quality Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Complete set of results&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Physical Touch: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;9&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Quality Time: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Words of Affirmation: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Acts of Service: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Receiving Gifts: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="20"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Information&lt;/h2&gt; Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youthnetsouthampton.org.uk/breakout/lovelanguages.php" target="_blank"&gt;Take the quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-8616225041980374598?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8616225041980374598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=8616225041980374598' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/8616225041980374598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/8616225041980374598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-language.html' title='Love language'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-3224828495269038653</id><published>2008-01-20T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T16:59:23.137-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Transitions</title><content type='html'>This past Friday had to be one of the hardest transitions I’ve had to endure. &lt;a href="http://thecolorbrigitte.blogspot.com"&gt;Brigitte&lt;/a&gt; and I drove &lt;a href="http://www.reydearmas.blogspot.com"&gt;Rey&lt;/a&gt; and his father to the airport, as he was embarking on a new adventure in his life called seminary. I had been dreading that moment for weeks and finally it had come and I of course I wasn’t ready.  For days leading up to Friday I was an emotional wreck trying to hide it from Rey since he had enough on his mind the last thing he needed was to worry about me. Unfortunately I broke in front of Rey and didn’t want him to see my pain. Thankfully I was able to go a couple of days without completely breaking down, until that dread moment arose.  As I kissed Rey goodbye I tried so hard to hold back the tears but I couldn’t, it was like trying to stop a damn with a piece of gum, impossible.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this transition is necessary in order for Rey to become the man the Lord has in store for him. I’m confident that he will accomplish many things and grow even stronger with his walk in the Lord.  My prayer for him is that the Lord will continue to protect him, and guide him through the many obstacles that await, and give him the strength to press on with times get rough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I know that in time things will get better and the tears will begin to dry up, however right now everything reminds me of him. It’s the oddest thing, I will drive past something and all of a sudden I can recall a complete conversation Rey and I had at that specific moment. The oddity of that statement is I can barely remember what I did the day before. So you could only image what kind of tricks my mind is playing on me.  Talking to him is particularly hard since I look forward to hearing his voice and connecting with him, but hanging up is difficult to do. I know it’s coming when we’ll say our goodbyes and yet the tears will begin to run down my face once again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to say thank you to all who have been there for me and have allowed me to cry on your shoulder, and drag me out so that I’m not home sulking. I love you all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rey, I love you more than words can express and I miss you terribly…I’m looking forward to seeing you in a few weeks. Till then I will cherish our many talks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-3224828495269038653?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3224828495269038653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=3224828495269038653' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/3224828495269038653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/3224828495269038653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2008/01/transitions.html' title='Transitions'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-2802326901079474434</id><published>2007-12-29T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T21:30:15.114-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off Roading</title><content type='html'>Rey and I had the chance today to experience the outdoor life of North Carolina.  First, we started off fishing off the New River and of course I managed to catch more grass than anything else, go figure. Just when I thought it was going to be a slow relaxing day I was wrong! We got the chance to go off roading in Rey's uncles' ATV. It has been years since the last time I've been on an atv, let alone with Rey driving. If any of you have heard Rey's stories of off roading than you'd know I was in for a treat. We went around the mountains, managed to make our own trails, and my favorite of the day getting chanced by a German Shepherd. I have never laughed and feared for my life at the same time. You see the dog was coming straight at us, it was either going to be us running over the dog or making a sharp turn, which on an atv is not easy especially when your right next to a hill over looking a river. ( I could imagine the song "rollin' rollin' rollin' " or more like "tumblin' tumblin' tumblin' ")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R3xIk_LYywI/AAAAAAAAAzw/6IKwk8HihsA/s1600-h/atv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R3xIk_LYywI/AAAAAAAAAzw/6IKwk8HihsA/s320/atv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151071874076691202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-2802326901079474434?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2802326901079474434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=2802326901079474434' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/2802326901079474434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/2802326901079474434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2007/12/off-roading.html' title='Off Roading'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R3xIk_LYywI/AAAAAAAAAzw/6IKwk8HihsA/s72-c/atv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-2076407109496196108</id><published>2007-12-12T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T10:45:29.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Rut</title><content type='html'>Lately(the past few weeks)I’ve been very apathetic towards everything, and I have no clue why. I resist getting out of bed and heading to work. Every Monday I get up I wish it were Friday, and every Friday I hope for a long weekend. It’s odd because I’ve become extremely introverted in social environments, whereas in the past I thrived off social interaction with others. I noticed the other day that friends of mine who are typically introverted have now switched. I can’t seem to figure out if its stress, life transitions, important decisions to be made, or just being stuck in a rut that makes me so apathetic towards any and everything. I make it a point to hang out with friends to catch up, however, I have to constantly convince myself of the fun I will have. I honestly do enjoy the company of friends and family, but there are times I seem to space out during conversation and just wanting to go home. I’m hoping I snap out of this rut and get back to being Lauren again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-2076407109496196108?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2076407109496196108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=2076407109496196108' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/2076407109496196108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/2076407109496196108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-rut.html' title='In a Rut'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-9025527971009219892</id><published>2007-12-03T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T14:41:19.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Crispani</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R1RB8lComnI/AAAAAAAAAzI/hBx7C_m--JE/s1600-R/logo_home.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R1RB8lComnI/AAAAAAAAAzI/z0U5dFYHSQc/s400/logo_home.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139805583727696498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Thursday I was at home relaxing when, my best friend called and asked if I wanted to catch up and eat at Panera Bread. “Of Course,” I shouted into the phone, for she knew I never turn down a food proposition. I quickly shut my laptop and jumped into the shower. The whole time I was anticipating the Tomato &amp; Basil Crispani. You see every time I go to Panera I look forward to my Crispani; however Panera plays a little game with my head. I get there and order my food only for them to look at me and say “sorry it’s not 4pm yet.” Ahh… (in disapproval) they did it to me again enticing me with their tantalizing aromas and descriptive pictures. I’m truly a sucker for their advertisement scheme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was out of the shower I hurried over to Panera on 137th ave. and Kendall, finally it had opened. I walked inside knowing full well it was past 4pm at least by 2 hours. So I pranced, that’s right I pranced in there excited as can be and ordered my Crispani. Now I was expecting Joshua the cashier to tell me my total, only to hear something completely different. Were my ears deceiving me yet again, did I hear him say we don’t make Crispani’s anymore. So I asked in a confused daze, “sorry what did you say.” The only time I wanted my ears to deceivie me they weren’t. My best friend stood there in astonishment because she understood my madness. At that precise moment I looked back at her and a small tear began to form in my left eye. I went from this overwhelming joy to this complete disappointment and sadness. Once again I had to settle for something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood at the counter waiting for my order this young girl named Nicole greeted me. She asked if everything was to my satisfaction. Are you kidding…you take away my Crispani and you have the nerve to ask me that question…is what I wanted to say. Instead I said no as nicely as possible which was hard at that moment. I continued by explaining my whole dilemma with the Crispani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole took me by surprise, “I know what were they thinking I love the Crispani especially the basil one,” she responded with such passion. At last someone got my frustration and best of all she worked there. She continued to inform me that Panera was soon stopping all the Crispani’s at all the chains. This was due to the inadequate training of employees burning them, thus resulting in a loss in revenue. Just when I thought it was all down hill from here she gave me great hope. She said her fellow employees were writing to the corporation to express their opinions on the Crispani issue. She told me that I could join in on the effort by going to the website and writing them a letter as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see it now an uproar of dissatisfied customers and disgruntled employees waging a strike against &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.panerabread.com/about/contact/"&gt;Panera&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;Wow…that would be something, however I’m sure that is far from reality. So my dear friends, if you too are saddened by this unfortunate event, join me in the effort to bring back the Crispani.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-9025527971009219892?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/9025527971009219892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=9025527971009219892' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/9025527971009219892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/9025527971009219892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2007/12/missing-crispani.html' title='Missing Crispani'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R1RB8lComnI/AAAAAAAAAzI/z0U5dFYHSQc/s72-c/logo_home.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-4236796369043976966</id><published>2007-11-25T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T15:32:51.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Weekend</title><content type='html'>What a weekend....it all started when i scored awesome seats to the heat game on Wednesday. Yannick, Rey, and Myself sat in the second row behind the visitor's bench. I could feel the sweat pouring off of Wade and Shaq's bodies. We had an awesome time until we got our phones stolen. Rey and I the geniuses that we are, left our phones in his car during the game (what were we thinking) only to return to no phones. I have spent countless hours trying to figure out how those thieves got a hold of our phones without any sign of entry. I'm tempted to contact the CSI team to investigate this crime of passion. I forgot what it was like to be without a phone for a few days. At first I was bothered by not having any contact with anyone, however the tables turned unexpectedly. Turns out I actually enjoyed it there for awhile, it was refreshing not to worry about my phone, be annoyed by a beeping sound, and stress out about people contacting me. I then realized it was time to get back in touch with the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a lot to be thankful for this year the Lord has truly blessed me.  My family, friends, oddly my work, my love Rey and his wonderful family, and many more countless blessings. Thanksgiving day was spent playing flag football, cooking dinner, and eating at both families houses. By the end of the day I was absolutely exhausted and was looking forward to black friday...ha what a joke that was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beth &amp; Casper's wedding took place on saturday afternoon. It was wonderful beach wedding which captured them perfectly. It was nice to run into old family friends, and laugh with current ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, this weekend was one filled with surprises, laughter, and much need bonding time with loved ones. I am grateful for all that the Lord has provided for me,  He really is an Awesome God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. please send me your contact information via email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R0uLX2_vK9I/AAAAAAAAAy4/R-f6C9uiYXs/s1600-h/Page_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R0uLX2_vK9I/AAAAAAAAAy4/R-f6C9uiYXs/s320/Page_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137353041962281938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-4236796369043976966?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/4236796369043976966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=4236796369043976966' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/4236796369043976966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/4236796369043976966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-weekend.html' title='Thanksgiving Weekend'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R0uLX2_vK9I/AAAAAAAAAy4/R-f6C9uiYXs/s72-c/Page_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-574225160425584709</id><published>2007-11-09T17:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T17:49:48.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Classic Laughter</title><content type='html'>Today was an absolutely awesome day for once.(Okay I lied, not for once but in a long time)There was great weather, which I'm excited about, it was Friday, payday, and it's a long weekend. You stack those up how could you go wrong. While outside with my co-workers some how we engaged in the antics of "that's what she said" I don't think I've laughed so hard in my life. Its official there's a new rule: After a "that's what she said" comment there is a guaranteed followed up "that's what she said." I never realized how many phrases can have double meanings. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coworker 1: Lauren you know how to work that well, your good at what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: (laugh) that's what she said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coworker 2: Are you kidding me...(on the chair laughing hysterically)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: It comes easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coworker 1: (quick to respond) That's what she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All: ( laughing loudly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about it was, we were referring to a soccer goal I was assembling, and that was only a small portion of our conversation. You see how easy its to give double meanings to things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ccdu8yZIanM&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ccdu8yZIanM&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-574225160425584709?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/574225160425584709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=574225160425584709' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/574225160425584709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/574225160425584709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2007/11/classic-laughter.html' title='Classic Laughter'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-3800499659939649160</id><published>2007-10-29T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T14:06:02.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mini Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/RyYev8tKHEI/AAAAAAAAAw8/NFZfnU3TRdY/s1600-h/gls_2+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126819034906106946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/RyYev8tKHEI/AAAAAAAAAw8/NFZfnU3TRdY/s320/gls_2+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had the opportunity to spend time with my Merari. After church we decided to have Thai for lunch. So we pull up to Bangkok Bangkok only to find out its closed. But thanks to our quick decision making and sense of smell we were able to find this incredible place to eat. “Off The Grill” was this little Spanish restaurant off of 125th ave and Kendall. We were amazed to find awesome food and portion sizes for such cheap prices. As we devoured our food, we enjoyed the Mana concert on DVD, and then the sweet sounds of Sade. Of course we engaged in the typical girl talk. It was then that I realized how much Merari was like a mini version of me without the loud voice but made up for with her incredible spunk. It was funny; I could picture in my head a filmstrip of future events we would par-take in. Laughing sinisterly at people when they fall or get hurt (I know its mean but you would laugh at first too), or dancing under the stars during a jazz concert (she knows how to sweep me off my feet) this is just a small glimpse into my filmstrip. All in all yesterday was time well spent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-3800499659939649160?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3800499659939649160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=3800499659939649160' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/3800499659939649160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/3800499659939649160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2007/10/mini-me.html' title='Mini Me'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/RyYev8tKHEI/AAAAAAAAAw8/NFZfnU3TRdY/s72-c/gls_2+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-1241872467766142417</id><published>2007-10-21T22:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T22:55:38.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Needed Laugh</title><content type='html'>This week has been particularly crazy for me. I know some of you are wondering how much crazier could things possibly get? Outside of my hectic schedule of working with clueless individuals and dealing with hormonal children all day, I managed to tack on a soccer tournament with high school girls which involved getting up at the crack of dawn.(actually earlier than that) Things got so bad that there were times I forgot to eat and add in sleep, which hellooo! are two of my favorite things to do. Don't worry I'm not trying some weird new diet, although it seems that way since my shorts are falling to my knees. It got to the point that I was writing on my hand food which may seem ridiculous, but even that method failed me. Thankfully though I made it through it, how exactly I cannot explain. One thing that brought my spirits up was this video sent to me from a co-worker of mine. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LuSBCIV1zuQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Kristel for the monthly reminder...I'll try harder this month please no wrath...I beg of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-1241872467766142417?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/1241872467766142417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=1241872467766142417' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/1241872467766142417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/1241872467766142417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2007/10/needed-laugh.html' title='A Needed Laugh'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-7583722576845612622</id><published>2007-09-14T00:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T00:04:29.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Simplicities</title><content type='html'>It just dawned on me how little things in life can bring me such happiness. Honestly, it doesn’t take much to get inside a women’s heart or at least not mine. Simple things are typically better off than some overly exaggerated thought out gift especially if it goes over my head. Which by the way doesn’t take much…one second I’m right there and the next I’m gone. Poof just like that… seriously it’s like my mind has no control over my selective hearing and concentration.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had the opportunity to just swing back and relax. Now I know you’re wondering there goes Lauren’s selectiveness and how easy it is to get off track. You see my two closest friends Valerie and Berto bought me a swing set for my 25th birthday. They understand how such a child like gift brings great joy to my life. I light up like a child on Christmas every time I see a swing…I just can’t resist, some odd gravitational force comes over me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I laid on my swing set last night swinging away in pure bliss, I realized how small things can change my mood. When I’m having a bad day or just an average time items like: dark chocolate, light touches (coqitas), naps, sweet gestures, and simple “thinking of you” messages make my day. As I was pondering through the list I noticed my lips started to curl up and form this funny smile. It was as though a puppeteer was pulling on the strings attached to the corners of my lips in order to get me to perform. Ahh…the simplicities of life enough said!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-7583722576845612622?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7583722576845612622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=7583722576845612622' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/7583722576845612622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/7583722576845612622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2007/09/simplicities.html' title='Simplicities'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-4976717882546209137</id><published>2007-09-06T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T21:38:20.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment of Fame</title><content type='html'>Today a star was born. Actually not even close, I had a small moment in the spotlight on television. Now mind you it wasn’t the top network or the hit TV show, but inside my head the paparazzi was out snapping my photo and the crowds where shouting my name. The funny part is I was a mere extra in piece to a puzzle. My school was being recognized for our accomplishments from last year. For which I’m truly thankful for seeing how much weight I lost during the countless hours of running around getting things done, and the sweat poured out trying to make impossible deadlines happen. So to my astonishment we were asked downtown to the school board meeting. It was there where the magic began and my moment of fame took rise. Lights, Camera, Action, and there I was in the background of my students on channel who knows what smiling and shaking hands with school board members. Snap! Just like that I became a star. Interestingly enough like most moments of fame it ends without a minutes warning. It was at the end of the day and I was crossing the street with my fellow colleagues laughing and waving to all the fans while stopping to pose for pictures that I almost got struck by a car. And there it would have been front page news of the Herald “Glory and Tragedy all in one Day.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-4976717882546209137?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/4976717882546209137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=4976717882546209137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/4976717882546209137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/4976717882546209137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2007/09/moment-of-fame.html' title='A moment of Fame'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-6261573828913200156</id><published>2007-09-05T18:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T18:56:38.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Well Spent</title><content type='html'>Wow…I finally took some time to unwind today and man, was it needed.  It’s the first time in a really long while, if you haven’t noticed by my absence in the blog world. Things have been insanely busy between work and a hundred other activities. As if I don’t have enough on my plate I always seem to add something new. Apparently I’m like a kid in a candy store who thinks everything is appealing and can’t say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the many talks by Rey and Anne Marie, I have finally been convinced of my madness and how I’m going to burn myself out. Of course in my stubborn mind, I’m thinking I can do anything and I’ll show them how wrong they are (or in Rey’s words: stick it to the man).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was beginning to look like hells fury had taken over me. So I decided to cancel practice with just one rain cloud lingering overhead and to top if off I left early from work. That rain cloud however, disappeared within an hour. Oh well, it was nice catching up with Anne Marie over a late lunch. I was remembering how much I missed our witty banter. Laughter is absolutely contagious and I can’t get enough of it. You see I’m making a case without even realizing it (and…there’s the point). After an amusing time, we went back to my house to relax and work. Yes! That’s right work. It seems to follows me everywhere, even after I tried to denounce my workaholic tendencies a moment ago. Thankfully we found time to fool around (…that’s what she said) and get things accomplished at the same time. The sad part about today is: that it will be another 6 weeks before I even think about clearing my schedule on a moment’s whim. In the meantime, I will try to update everyone on my many thousands of activities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-6261573828913200156?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6261573828913200156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=6261573828913200156' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/6261573828913200156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/6261573828913200156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2007/09/time-well-spent.html' title='Time Well Spent'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-4739722299824932617</id><published>2007-08-22T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T22:00:01.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Over</title><content type='html'>So its official …summer is over. Sadly it came and went, however I would not take back one moment of this past summer. I truly can’t remember a summer this fun filled and packed at the same time. The friendships I built the places I traveled and the hours of endless laughter will not be forgotten. I just wish summer could be continued onward, although I know it’s not possible, I’m trying to keep the same mentality. Believe me it still shows, my coworkers keep on telling me to snap out of it and get with the program. BUT NO!!! I constantly keep telling myself like a little kid kicking and screaming. It is so cliché but true: time flies when you’re having fun. Why does it take forever when things seem so slow? Can anyone please explain that concept to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a small glimpse of my summer: First I traveled to Lake Mary, Fl, then to my birthplace Kansas City, Mo. Only to stay home to do laundry to head out for camp in South Carolina, and make it back in town for my 25th birthday. Before I knew I was packing up again for my first missions trip in Guatemala (memorable experience). Just when I thought I was done I left for Ft. Wilderness Orlando for the college retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between all the city hopping I found time to hangout with friends between birthday parties every week to sleepovers and girl’s night out, I managed to start a brand new relationship which is going really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing that this summer is regretfully over, I guess it time to get back into the swing of things. I on the other hand, am not going without a fight. I’m taking kicking and screaming to a whole new level.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-4739722299824932617?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/4739722299824932617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=4739722299824932617' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/4739722299824932617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/4739722299824932617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2007/08/its-over.html' title='Its Over'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-761604476293068933</id><published>2007-08-01T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T19:37:12.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guatemala Missions Trip</title><content type='html'>Well it’s been a while since I’ve last blogged, but to my defense I was out of the country in Guatemala. I was fortunate enough to be able to serve the Lord overseas in Guatemala City. I had forgotten what it was like to be in a 3rd world country for sometime there. Once I had arrived I was taken back by the poverty level, it reminded me much of some parts of Brazil almost. I was truly amazed by how they functioned on simple things such as traffic. Seriously they have no concept of spotted white lines much less lanes in general. At one point I was sitting at the front of the bus and this monstrosity of a semi was heading right towards us. Of course I was sitting there freaking out and I started to say my Hail Marys' as if I were catholic, anything just to help me get through it. At the last minute and what I really mean is the very last pico second the gigantic semi cut someone off as if nothing had happened. It was at that precise second that I told myself “from here on out I was going to sit in the back of the bus” and boy did I stick to that rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Guatemala I had the opportunity to work with Shalom Batista putting together a camp for the middle and high school students. Rey and I were mainly in charge of games and outdoor activities for 400 or so teenagers. We had planned a vast array of games to play, however when I first arrived I looked at the field and quickly realized I had to switch to plan xyz and that’s not an exaggeration. Thankfully the Lord understood my frustration and placed wonderful people in my life to help calm me down and me plan. As the week progressed I was able to relate to the kids and form friendships with a few of them. I thought at one point that the language barrier would be difficult but the Lord provided greatly. There was this one moment in which I remembered walking away from Isabel (my new friend pictured below) and saying to Anne Marie “wow I just spoke for 20 mins. in Spanish and she completely understood me.” Of course Anne Marie laughed and encouraged me to continue on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.google.com/Lad0711/Rq4ppcyKWcI/AAAAAAAAAXE/M3PHYzzFgh8/Missions%20Trip%20132.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://lh6.google.com/Lad0711/Rq4ppcyKWcI/AAAAAAAAAXE/M3PHYzzFgh8/Missions%20Trip%20132.jpg?imgmax=512" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.google.com/Lad0711/Rq4rtMyKXAI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oALXU9A4CDM/Missions%20Trip%20168.jpg?imgmax=512"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://lh5.google.com/Lad0711/Rq4rtMyKXAI/AAAAAAAAAbk/oALXU9A4CDM/Missions%20Trip%20168.jpg?imgmax=512" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.google.com/Lad0711/Rq4sB8yKXJI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Xwgi3uJ7Ntg/s144/Missions%20Trip%20177.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://lh4.google.com/Lad0711/Rq4sB8yKXJI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Xwgi3uJ7Ntg/s144/Missions%20Trip%20177.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now having been back in the states a couple of days now, I've had a chance to reflect on my experiences in Guatemala. I’ve realized how much we take for granted in this country, from clean running water to showing respect to other people. Guatemalans are so appreciative of anything you give them from material items to acts of love. I was in awe of how thankful they were of the Lord even in their poorest of moments. It was marvelous to see small children huddled together praying over each other in their time of need. There is a lot to be learned from the Guatemalan culture that can’t even be explained. As cliché as it may sound, you have to be there to understand and take in the reality of their situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/Lad0711"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guatemala Missions Photos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-761604476293068933?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/761604476293068933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=761604476293068933' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/761604476293068933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/761604476293068933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2007/08/guatemala-missions-trip.html' title='Guatemala Missions Trip'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-6348067122541092911</id><published>2007-07-17T13:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:19:18.014-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Herding Cattle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Sunday I leave for Guatemala on a missions trip and I am overly excited to be doing God’s work and serving him in which ever means possible. There is one slight problem however…my passport hasn’t arrived. So, yesterday I got up at the crack of dawn (actually before that) to go downtown to the charming passport agency. This is pretty much how my day went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;5:30am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Woke up after 2 hrs of sleep (not a good idea)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;6:00am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Arrived @ the agency only to see a gigantic line had already formed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;6:10am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Parked in the overly priced garage. $2.50 per ¾ hr GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;7:30am&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; Started conversation with strangers in order to keep my sanity. My ADD had already kicked in. I can only remain quiet for so long and I had surpassed it an hour and 10 mins. before this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;8:15am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; It began to rain-lucky me! So like any smart individual my clan and I (yep..I&lt;br /&gt;had already formed a clan) decided to move forward under shelter. Little did&lt;br /&gt;we know that it was the beginning of the herding process. Apparently our&lt;br /&gt;government thinks of us as flocks. Women- I know what it feels like to be treated&lt;br /&gt;like as a piece of meat. However, there is a whole new meaning to it now. You&lt;br /&gt;don’t know what it's like until you have been herded like a cow at the passport office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;9:03am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The Shepherd arrived to only let us know that he would be handing out numbers. Great, not only were we like sheep, we were numbered sheep... like the ones you count before falling asleep. If we did not receive a number, too bad because the barn can only hold so many. Besides, there would be another herding the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;9:15am:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; After being soaked, burnt by the blazing sun and dying from the humidity, some untamed cows thought it was wise to progress forward and cut others off. But little did&lt;br /&gt;they know that my herd was not going to take it. So I commented and all of a&lt;br /&gt;sudden one of our valiant members took off hurling at the Shepherd to complain. At&lt;br /&gt;that very moment I realized I was the Queen calf. The power was all mine&lt;br /&gt;heheh...(they had no clue what they were in for…such foolish cattle)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;9:32am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: I became queen Sheep # 81. Yes- I’m in suckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Between 10ish and 12:30pm we were moved from stall to stall and given ridiculous instructions. I have never seen such a clueless shepherd. Between that time I was zoned out wondering what the heck I was doing. Thankfully I had great friends to remind me and get me through it. I am truly glad that the Lord has patience cause I’m sure I tried his last patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1:00pm&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Anne Marie was a blessing; she brought me food and my sanity back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2:45pm&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; My number was finally called and I was 'branded with' ... I mean, given... my passport number. I am now cow number A4187… The barn has never looked so gorgeous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guatemala here I come. I just pray that the Lord uses our group to fulfill his plan and that our lives as well as the children’s will be forever changed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-6348067122541092911?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6348067122541092911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=6348067122541092911' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/6348067122541092911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/6348067122541092911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2007/07/herding-cattle.html' title='Herding Cattle'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-3061797837477357315</id><published>2007-07-13T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T22:30:42.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Box</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/RpefryfzEKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Evyg9vRxOcI/s1600-h/My+25TH+Birthday+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086709878776598690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/RpefryfzEKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Evyg9vRxOcI/s200/My+25TH+Birthday+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I officially turned 25 this past Wednesday, and boy was that a mission. Seriously I really didn’t want to get out of bed much less move anywhere. It seemed so hard just to put one leg on the ground and move forward. Why is it the BIG 25 and not the BIG 26, or 27? Who in their right mind decided that 25 had to be the big deal? Honestly, now being 25 I get the lovely pleasure of checking off the new box. You know what I mean; that small little square box in which lies your age. Lucky me, 25 gets a whole new &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/RpefsSfzELI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JaSh4IT-eWo/s1600-h/My+25TH+Birthday+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086709887366533298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/RpefsSfzELI/AAAAAAAAAA8/JaSh4IT-eWo/s200/My+25TH+Birthday+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;little box at the end of the row. Marked 25 and older. How come three days ago I was in the 18-24 box, but now I’m in the 25 to lifetime box?!? What’s that about? Is that society’s way of telling us it's all over from here? If that’s the case, I don’t want to see 30 much less 40 and over the hill. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, being 25 has had some great moments. I received this awesome gift from Anne Marie “The Wheel of Misfortune.” &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/RpefsyfzEMI/AAAAAAAAABE/l1aFY9CwOpw/s1600-h/My+25TH+Birthday+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086709895956467906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="213" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/RpefsyfzEMI/AAAAAAAAABE/l1aFY9CwOpw/s200/My+25TH+Birthday+023.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Basically, I get the enjoyment of spinning the wheel and waiting to see who gets the blessed misfortune of torture from me. I can see it now….Come oooonnn down you are the lucky contestant on the Wheel of Misfortune. And there in the background stand three faint figures: Yannick, Rey, and Anne Marie. Fortunately, there was this odd gravitational spin towards Rey’s space on the wheel for the majority of the evening. I’m sure he was thrilled at the privilege to play the game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It must have been a great game in order to distract Yannick from his navigating duties, or as I like to call them malfunctions. You see, he insisted that he knew the way to the venue &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/RpmGnifzENI/AAAAAAAAABU/8imU2DaR0Yk/s1600-h/My+25TH+Birthday+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087245267924881618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/RpmGnifzENI/AAAAAAAAABU/8imU2DaR0Yk/s200/My+25TH+Birthday+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;like it was the back of his hand, despite the fact that Anne Marie was holding perfectly fine, clearly legible directions. She had to put the directions away... We found out, however, that he does not spend much time looking at the back of his hand. How you claim to miss an exit while sitting in a car with 6 (that’s right, 6) completely see-through windows is beyond me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all it was a great 25th birthday thanks to the wonderful company of friends, laughter, and witty banter. I will miss the 18-24 box like Yannick missing the exit. Although I'm now in the 25 to eternity box, I’m sure I will find some way of making it more appealing to others. Friends get your pens ready cause I'm moving that quaint little square to the front (aka cool end) of the line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-3061797837477357315?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3061797837477357315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=3061797837477357315' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/3061797837477357315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/3061797837477357315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-box.html' title='The New Box'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/RpefryfzEKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Evyg9vRxOcI/s72-c/My+25TH+Birthday+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3650315073234145353.post-7006212280039775496</id><published>2007-07-07T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T10:25:23.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls just wanna have fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/Ro_Yc1bVKiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6pe1wh6rJgc/s1600-h/girls_night+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084520494214228514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/Ro_Yc1bVKiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6pe1wh6rJgc/s200/girls_night+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girls night typically only involves girls. However, when it's my girls night, we invite one eccentric, kinda buff lady. Alex, or as I have begun calling him... Alexa. The night was memorable. I don't know where to begin. For starters, I burned my hand- the welts tell me it is almost a second-degree burn. I had a little Freddy-cougar-hand when I put the goopy burn creme on it. I'm bringing sexy back with that hand. Note to self: when having a tea party, and pouring the tea, a proper lady gets her hand out of the way of the scalding water when she pours from the tea kettle. After the near hospital visit, we moved on to our lady-like version of catch phrase. We 'carried on' while screaming at each other, throwing things, and hurling insults. And Alex really was one of the girls. He is now officially Alexa, I see him in a whole new light. What next? TURKEY &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/Ro_YdVbVKjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/viK9ykwdf1Y/s1600-h/girls_night+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084520502804163122" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/Ro_YdVbVKjI/AAAAAAAAAAU/viK9ykwdf1Y/s200/girls_night+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/Ro_YdlbVKkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KGpynNQbjqg/s1600-h/girls_night+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084520507099130434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/Ro_YdlbVKkI/AAAAAAAAAAc/KGpynNQbjqg/s200/girls_night+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;BOWLING!!! If you've never stuck your hand inside a turkey, and thrown it down a soapy, watery slip-n-slide towards ten 2-liter bottles, then you haven't lived. Just make sure that your dogs aren't around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/RpToBFbVKmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IkMrlb5vllY/s1600-h/turkey_kristel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085944984542456418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/RpToBFbVKmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IkMrlb5vllY/s200/turkey_kristel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dogs have this thing for wearing a turkey. I can't get the images out of my mind, of little Coco charging down the slip-n-slide towards the turkey. Forget Cat-Dog. I call her 'Turkey-Dog' now...Good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/RpToBFbVKmI/AAAAAAAAAAs/IkMrlb5vllY/s1600-h/turkey_kristel.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/RpToA1bVKlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/e2AN3mh6Cu4/s1600-h/turkey_glennis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085944980247489106" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/RpToA1bVKlI/AAAAAAAAAAk/e2AN3mh6Cu4/s200/turkey_glennis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Glennis' granny-bowling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3650315073234145353-7006212280039775496?l=lifeaslauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7006212280039775496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3650315073234145353&amp;postID=7006212280039775496' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/7006212280039775496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3650315073234145353/posts/default/7006212280039775496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeaslauren.blogspot.com/2007/07/girls-night-typically-only-involves.html' title='Girls just wanna have fun'/><author><name>Lauren</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11272486221543857481</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/R75XjE6YOXI/AAAAAAAAA2w/5FfYdyVQdqM/S220/DSC02626.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_beMQ8_o5pxo/Ro_Yc1bVKiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6pe1wh6rJgc/s72-c/girls_night+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
