<?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-6823926720959137062</id><updated>2012-02-05T20:55:19.714-08:00</updated><category term='s'/><title type='text'>A la Ultima</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>459</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-2055807395594766021</id><published>2012-02-04T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T09:36:51.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how long has it been???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think I will write something...just to write something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There are just too many things I need to take care of....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just need time to stop for a second so I can gather my thoughts, make some plans, organize myself and actually do something i can be proud of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But in a way I am not too worried because I am really blessed in the areas of my life that matter most to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My family:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Evan is doing great in school, he's doing great in the military.... he got some work to be in a movie ( the new superman movie) as a US navy officer and he got paid a good chunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He just started teaching as a Seminary teacher. So he's super busy...and tired!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My kids are doing great in school. Carmen is participating in a talent show at her school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is such a clever girl. Her mind is so out of this world. She doesn't seem to stop to amaze me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Evan is making lots of friends. I can't believe how fast he's learning to read! He's even started to write!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He now reads a whole verse of the scriptures on his own in Spanish!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so happy that we have been perfect at reading the scriptures every morning together for a few months in a row now... I am excited! We have been working on memorizing scriptures for primary. Carmen's memory is amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Isabel is talking more and more. She seems to be more "out there" now. She is now in primary and I think she's getting used to a class setting better now. So I've been taking her to more groups.... and I just signed her up to a talent agency. We'll see!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Since I was called the RS president... I've been strengthened beyond understanding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My personal study has had to improve, my faith has had to grow and my heart has had to be softened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so glad my sisters have shown me love and respect and support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so happy that I've seen miracles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll have 3 new sisters into our RS this month. And I intend to have so many more to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have set goals, we have put our trust in the Lord and we can see things happening.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's teaching me that sisters, when they're united, they're a powerful force for good in the world!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's an amazing feeling to be leading such a great group of women.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I find that I am at my happiest when I am serving... when I am useful... when I am doing something good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok... so there are many things that are working for me.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just need to do better with the laundry and ironing pile!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-2055807395594766021?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/2055807395594766021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=2055807395594766021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/2055807395594766021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/2055807395594766021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2012/02/how-long-has-it-been.html' title='how long has it been???'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-8567094107056286635</id><published>2012-01-14T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T16:35:45.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Carmen just asked me to paint her nails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Isabel watched and she asked for it too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I got jealuse, and why not do it too??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So the 3 of us...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;matching nails!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mBpv55k-AIU/TxIehiwRpjI/AAAAAAAAD0c/gLX31Sekkr4/s1600/IMG_20120114_155207.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mBpv55k-AIU/TxIehiwRpjI/AAAAAAAAD0c/gLX31Sekkr4/s320/IMG_20120114_155207.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(note my new ring! i love it.... major points for evan :D)&lt;/i&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/6823926720959137062-8567094107056286635?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/8567094107056286635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=8567094107056286635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/8567094107056286635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/8567094107056286635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-girls.html' title='my girls'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mBpv55k-AIU/TxIehiwRpjI/AAAAAAAAD0c/gLX31Sekkr4/s72-c/IMG_20120114_155207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-6160360736117767136</id><published>2012-01-14T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-14T16:30:00.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Almost two weeks into 2012 and I decide to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas time was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I thought a little on the baby that we anticipated we would enjoy this Christmas with... and missed it a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It was such a busy time, though. I guess it would have been very different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Lots of activities to get ready for, lots of work for me to do, lots of cooking, lots of outings, lots of joy, lots of &amp;nbsp; family and friends staying at our house.... lots of messes to clean up.... but so worth it...every minute of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I really loved it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I was so busy, and as usual, after being so stressed I got sick but I was able to enjoy the Holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These are pictures of Isabel and I, getting ready for our NEW YEAR celebration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She loves to hang out with me in the bathroom while I do my hair, put on make up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love her company!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;She is so fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I love I have two very girlie girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9qiLYOVF_8/Tw8gtooFWtI/AAAAAAAADz8/dBoqssaHv_M/s1600/IMG_20111231_131830.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9qiLYOVF_8/Tw8gtooFWtI/AAAAAAAADz8/dBoqssaHv_M/s320/IMG_20111231_131830.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tn4RG0pjc7w/Tw8gyeOqpSI/AAAAAAAAD0E/6wVqzzNY4cY/s1600/IMG_20111231_131912.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tn4RG0pjc7w/Tw8gyeOqpSI/AAAAAAAAD0E/6wVqzzNY4cY/s320/IMG_20111231_131912.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EtV0V4yCiyI/Tw8g3CvfgYI/AAAAAAAAD0M/8yPYzTt-WuE/s1600/IMG_20111231_131954.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EtV0V4yCiyI/Tw8g3CvfgYI/AAAAAAAAD0M/8yPYzTt-WuE/s320/IMG_20111231_131954.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My end result... I got lucky and Sarah was there to do my hair :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And she made me those&amp;nbsp;fabulous&amp;nbsp;earrings&amp;nbsp;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RiW2G_Pc5UQ/Tw8g8KTjBXI/AAAAAAAAD0U/Xc033b_VUDY/s1600/IMG_20111231_163656.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RiW2G_Pc5UQ/Tw8g8KTjBXI/AAAAAAAAD0U/Xc033b_VUDY/s320/IMG_20111231_163656.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So happy New Year everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Don't know about you, but I love new&amp;nbsp;beginnings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;This year I am gonna get it right!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-6160360736117767136?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/6160360736117767136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=6160360736117767136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/6160360736117767136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/6160360736117767136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2012/01/first-post-of-year.html' title='First Post of the Year'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a9qiLYOVF_8/Tw8gtooFWtI/AAAAAAAADz8/dBoqssaHv_M/s72-c/IMG_20111231_131830.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-5370632869151566592</id><published>2011-12-23T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T13:39:37.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday...I'd tell ya!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So my b-day started at 12am, yes, we were awake because Evan's parents just got back from their mission in Trinidad and Tobago!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a really nice surprise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah and Kyle, and the kids were staying at our house for a couple of days and Jordan and Tracy, and the kids came to pick them up and we had a little visit at our house with everyone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Evan surprised me with a ring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If you didn't know he never bought me a ring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Not an engagement ring or anything. In fact I bought our wedding bands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I never asked him for one either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I knew I didn't want a diamond ring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I had mentioned to him that I like my birthstone, the Topaz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So he got me a blue topaz ring on a white gold ring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So pretty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I LOVE IT!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I always give him a hard time about how I don;t like the things he gets me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but this was a really nice&amp;nbsp;surprise!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is a bit big on me, so I'll get it&amp;nbsp;resized&amp;nbsp;today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So next morning, I had to get up really early and get some food orders and delivered them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was so early I had to help load the carts and put them in my car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to drop them off and carried the boxes again... so I ended up with a HUGE back pain!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To top things I got my period!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I was exhausted by the time I got home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sarah had to go to the doctor with a pink eye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I slept while she was gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When she came back she gave me a haircut and she made me a cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was super yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was like the deep fried cheesecake in montana's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Really good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we got ready and while I went to the spa to get my facial ( the other present from Evan!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she got&amp;nbsp;some things&amp;nbsp;for tonight's pot luck at Tracy's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The spa was fantastic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really loved getting a massage!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My sore body&amp;nbsp;appreciated&amp;nbsp;it so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We also stopped by Mimi McQueen to get a blouse that I fell in love with!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then rushed home, because I had to get everyone and then I had a funeral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes.... instead of going out to celebrate my b-day, I had a funeral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I wanted to be there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am glad I was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone was at Jordan and Tracy's and it was so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll just say that Doug is hilarious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope madelaine posts the video in facebook.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But just imagine Doug tickling himself!... I still laguh thinking about it!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yes, we had the usual hockey conversation and the linguistic debate....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As always super fun. And we even had Dad this time to share all about why it is that Spain has the Theta sound.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Shoot me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was dead by the time we got home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wednesday... more shopping in preparation for the Relief Socitety Party that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stress!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wrapping the little packages I got for the visitors that were coming,&amp;nbsp;writing&amp;nbsp;my testimony in the Books of Mormon I was giving out, preparing all the souvenirs we were giving out to everyone, cooking the 2 pork legs I was bringing, getting plates, cups and &amp;nbsp;the rest for the dinner!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I went picked up my two friends, picked up a present from a sister who called saying she couldn't come, and got to church just when the elders were setting the tables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So we set up and decorated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sisters seemed to start arriving on time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had a lovely dinner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone loved the new recipe we tried out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pork with honey, nuts and rosemary, and grapes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;They sang happy birthday to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In English, in Mexican, in Spanish... and they even threw the "manyanitas"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My mom used to sing it for us too when we were little :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had to clean up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had to put everything back into our closets, and some sisters helped in the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the time I was leaving I got the shivers and it was hard to talk cuz of my&amp;nbsp;swollen&amp;nbsp;tonsils.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GREAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next morning... to the doctor ( that was a total jerk, by-the-way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and got some antibiotics... hopefully they start working soon!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The rest of the day... in bed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate being sick right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to go to get an ultrasound this afternoon, so we'll get the last shopping done on our outing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to get the dinner ready for tomorrow, and the trukey is marinating already for sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then Sarah and Kyle are back for New Year's... I hope I can enjoy some of the Holidays!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-5370632869151566592?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/5370632869151566592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=5370632869151566592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/5370632869151566592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/5370632869151566592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-birthdayid-tell-ya.html' title='My Birthday...I&apos;d tell ya!'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-2700759507459188874</id><published>2011-12-10T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-10T15:58:00.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Issues... Car Issues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well.... I have issues. Car issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I hate to have car issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But what's most annoying is my car deciding to go wrong when I am on my own, with all the kids tagging along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For some reason I need to be in charge of &amp;nbsp;our car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to get the oil changes, I have to check the tire's air pressure, I have to take it to do the air care ( and it didn't pass!!) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I had something changed ( $200) and tried it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It didn't pass again!!&lt;br /&gt;I .... I said I again.... had to find someone to wacth my kids while i took it to the shop to get it repaired ($600) and took a bus home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then again, I got someone to stay with the kids and this time my VT drove me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took the air care test again.... it didn't pass again, but they gave me a conditional pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I had to renew the insurance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am not even the primary driver!! the insurance is not in my name!!! Evan had to sign some documents!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;All this stuff with the car BUGS me!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So... today, I am all stressed and driving off , just around the corner of my house, a FLAT TIRE!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Again!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Evan is working.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My&amp;nbsp;neighbour&amp;nbsp;( the mecanic!) is not home. I have a spare tire, but my jack is missing one part, so i pumped the tire but couldn't put it on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jordan came to the rescue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He took as to our McLean family gathering and Laura brought us back home.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now $180 later, I am a proud owner of BCAA and my car is now drivable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In a few hours I have to go get Evan from work....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;he'll be happy to know he just got his Christmas present!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate to have an unreliable old car....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish Santa was real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A new car is my list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know he would give it to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really need one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Santa!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need Santa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Especially&amp;nbsp;now that my car is eating away all our money.... my kids are going to wish there was a real Santa as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-2700759507459188874?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/2700759507459188874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=2700759507459188874' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/2700759507459188874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/2700759507459188874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/12/issues.html' title='Issues... Car Issues'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-8214279314243668505</id><published>2011-11-29T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T20:59:43.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i realized it's been 10 years since one of the most defining moments in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of course i look back in wonder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i entered this temple ( Madrid, Spain) for the first time in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1imIqGqBPR0/TtWuOsBolSI/AAAAAAAADzk/M_RG7QNeJXQ/s1600/madrid-mormon-temple.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1imIqGqBPR0/TtWuOsBolSI/AAAAAAAADzk/M_RG7QNeJXQ/s320/madrid-mormon-temple.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a moment &amp;nbsp;to make sacred covenants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a moment of learning, of&amp;nbsp;immense&amp;nbsp;joy and testimony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i thought i had a testimony before, but right then, there was NO doubt in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that experience transformed me forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a couple of weeks later i entered this other temple (Preston, England).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B4_gXPCPG-M/TtWuIz7e-xI/AAAAAAAADzc/mboQc1vzcDc/s1600/5302_PRESTONENG_hr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-B4_gXPCPG-M/TtWuIz7e-xI/AAAAAAAADzc/mboQc1vzcDc/s320/5302_PRESTONENG_hr.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that time as an ordained missionary of Jesus Christ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;WOW.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's all i can say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;another experience that was out of this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was the experience of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nothing like 18 months of your life to share eternal truth to the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;it's been 10 years.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10 years ago i was embarking in the most amazing journey.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the start of covenant making in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'll be forever grateful to my God for everything that led me to make that decision to serve Him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it continues to be a blessing everyday of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in january will be 8 years since i made the most important covenant in this other temple (Seattle, WA, USA).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ealyX9UdXDE/TtWvvisFJJI/AAAAAAAADz0/dhFd73YdNjo/s1600/t__0046_Seattle_Wash.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="190" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ealyX9UdXDE/TtWvvisFJJI/AAAAAAAADz0/dhFd73YdNjo/s320/t__0046_Seattle_Wash.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this time it was marrying the love of my life and being sealed to him for all eternity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our love, only through this covenant, is ETERNAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;last saturday i was able to attend this other temple ( Vacouver, BC, Canada).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pulDcOMGPaE/TtWudJ1SuQI/AAAAAAAADzs/3oa0P2SLiqY/s1600/VancouverBC-572X480-AV100312cah052alt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="268" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pulDcOMGPaE/TtWudJ1SuQI/AAAAAAAADzs/3oa0P2SLiqY/s320/VancouverBC-572X480-AV100312cah052alt.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel so blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we are so blessed to have temples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we were there to perform covenants in&amp;nbsp;proxy&amp;nbsp;for Evan's grandma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some of his family was there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when we were sitting in the peace of the celestial room, i looked around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his brother, two sisters, and his aunt and uncle were there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his aunt heather and uncle dennis are some of the most special people i've ever met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"you're so lucky" i&amp;nbsp;whispered&amp;nbsp;to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tears rolled down my&amp;nbsp;cheek&amp;nbsp;as i thought of my uncle Pablo that just passed away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one day we'll do the work for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;one day, i hope, i can sit with members of my family, being united to them throughout all eternitties.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's the beauty of temples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's the beauty of the Savior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's the beauty of the restored Gospel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have no doubt in my mind where to find truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;click &lt;a href="http://lds.org/?lang=eng"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-8214279314243668505?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/8214279314243668505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=8214279314243668505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/8214279314243668505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/8214279314243668505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/11/10-years.html' title='10 Years'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1imIqGqBPR0/TtWuOsBolSI/AAAAAAAADzk/M_RG7QNeJXQ/s72-c/madrid-mormon-temple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-4496878350361004159</id><published>2011-11-21T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T08:01:35.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing things as they can become</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was primary presentation sunday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I get as excited as the kids :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( on a side note, can you&amp;nbsp;believe&amp;nbsp;I will have my 3 kids in primary in a little more than a month!!! :0 &amp;nbsp;no puedorrrrrrrrrr!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Carmen and Evan had been practising their phrases all week, and a few months ago we started this thing on the mornings, before scripture reading, where we practise a new hymn each week. and this month we did the songs they were performing at the presentation.&lt;br /&gt;we also sang them on our drive to school each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so they had them down....easy, peasy, lemon squeezy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and they did sooooo good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was a proud mommma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there was a boy who recited the Joseph's Smith first vision...and it was the highlight of my day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;children are just powerful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the presidency spoke at the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she encouraged us to look at the children, see what they did and see what they can become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only we could see them as who they really are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;have had some&amp;nbsp;glimpses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-4496878350361004159?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/4496878350361004159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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all excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZGu2ayd-Q8/Tr3D6TpBEmI/AAAAAAAADoc/rmMLGyVWuhk/s1600/IMG_2927.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pZGu2ayd-Q8/Tr3D6TpBEmI/AAAAAAAADoc/rmMLGyVWuhk/s320/IMG_2927.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g4qkhkQ2-Uk/Tr3EFpCp3iI/AAAAAAAADok/NO6oRmewMzE/s1600/IMG_2928.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g4qkhkQ2-Uk/Tr3EFpCp3iI/AAAAAAAADok/NO6oRmewMzE/s320/IMG_2928.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She is 3!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unbelievable, but true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It has been 3 years since I saw her yes for the first time, since I met her, since I received her into my life and since she entered into my heart to stay FOREVER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She has been a joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've learned so much through her, my life has been so blessed by her presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love her to pieces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We'll be having a party tomorrow....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't wait to see her all happy with her friends!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7u2FQopiEGM/Tr3BAUYex7I/AAAAAAAADoU/_PxNpPB5-Mo/s1600/5172928746_28fe1f7a5d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7u2FQopiEGM/Tr3BAUYex7I/AAAAAAAADoU/_PxNpPB5-Mo/s320/5172928746_28fe1f7a5d.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My hubby woke up today and dressed up to work at some of the honorary ceremonies in Vancouver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I woke up really early too, to watch it on tv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I cried all morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peace is such a gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And we owe these veterans so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, I will remember there are heroes out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-5280466086655627632?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/5280466086655627632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=5280466086655627632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/5280466086655627632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/5280466086655627632'/><link 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erased them three to start this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really don't know&amp;nbsp;what&amp;nbsp;it is going to come out and how, or if it will make any sense... all I know is that for the last 3 days I've been crying none stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got really bad news on monday night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone called at 2 in the morning. I didn't get up to answer., but they called again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was my mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My uncle Pablo had passed away minutes earlier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I called my aunty Manuela.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bless her heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She said to me: "Esther, you're not going to see uncle Pablo again"....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It broke my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My dear auntie, was asking me about my babies... then she couldn't find strength to talk any more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just told her I loved her, and that my parents were on their way to be with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, how much I would love to hold her and tell her everything will be ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, how terrible it is to be far away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is the first time that someone so close to me has passed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish you all could have met him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was so funny. He was always making us laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He was really cheeky. It bugged my auntie sometimes, but he was so lovely even she couldn't help but melt and surrender to his charm and laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He really loved my auntie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think that's what I'll treasure most about his memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He really loved his wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He really loved his children, and grandchildren, and us (my sisters, brother and I).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He really did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Next time I see them things will be different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I will miss him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I know I will see him again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He hasn't disappeared. He still is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't imagine what kind of despair she's going through if she thinks he is no more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the memories and love they shared is all lost and forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can't imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am really sad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am so sad I can't be with my family right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It makes me really sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always&amp;nbsp;dreaded&amp;nbsp;this day when I will lose someone I love and I couldn't be there.... and that's what is happening right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is harder than I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nothing can really prepare you for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've made a busy week to see if it helps me get my mind off of this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so far....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's is hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-614636078913068446?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/614636078913068446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=614636078913068446' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/614636078913068446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/614636078913068446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/11/bad-news.html' title='Bad News'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-487395373127663588</id><published>2011-10-17T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T12:09:04.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>doctor's orders</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thursday night i started getting the chills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i knew&amp;nbsp;what&amp;nbsp;it was coming, and it didn't look good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i spent the evening with evan and some friends at his fraternity house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and when i got home i was shivering and burning with fever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i couldn't get warm... and needless to say i had the most terrible night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;friday morning evan got lunches ready and drove the kids to school and even got a treat for carmen's &amp;nbsp;class for her b-day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by some miracle i got out of bed, had a shower , took isabel along and drove to the doctor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i went to two clinics and were all booked for the day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i tried a third, and had to wait for 1 1/2 hours to get in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the doctor said i might have mononucleosis... please nooo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so she send me to have some lab work done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thank goodness it was empty and i had it done right away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i picked up the kids from school and went straight to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evan got back from school,&amp;nbsp;mowed&amp;nbsp;the lawn with our new lawnmower and packed his stuff for work this weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i made some dinner and drove him to the base.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;of course i would get sick and he would have to work!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at 3am carmen gets up with a pain in her jaw, she said. i though she might be getting her molars, but when she pointed at it, i knew it was and ear infection. and she was boiling hot! GREAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the next day we all went to the doctor again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;way to celebrate carmen's b-day!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this time we had to wait for 2 good hours!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i took the kids to mcdonalds....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;apparently it wasn't enough to have 3 kids entertained for that long wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my lab results showed that i didn;t have mono, so she prescribed me some antibiotics for my tonselitis and carmen has a nasty ear infection, so she was put in antibiotics as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when i got to the pharmacy they said i had to wait for 45 min to get the medicine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wanted to cry!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;trying to get 3 restless kids out of there was even more frustrating.... so i did cry then! we were all crying in the car for good 15 min.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;serioulsy, you don't want to be sick and be in a waiting area with 3 kids for 3 hours!!!!!!! and if you do, well, then it will make you cry too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i didn't wait for the medicine, i drove home, and the kids fell asleep on the way there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i carried them inside and&amp;nbsp;succumbed into bed. 2 hours later i woke up, called up my neighbour, asked her to watch the kids while i ran to the pharmacy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i even had to wait for 15 min!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i got to get some groceries. load up in&amp;nbsp;yoghurt&amp;nbsp;and easy lunches for the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sunday i got a visit from my visiting teacher, brought the kids dinner and a soup for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it saved my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at 8'30 evan called me, he needed me to go pick him up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i couldn;t find my car keys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was getting more and more frustrated. i knew isabel had gotten them to play and who knows where they could be!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;carmen said we could say a prayer, she did and she turned around and found them!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we had been over that spot all that time and hadn't seen them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;know can say God doesn't answer prayers?? they won't convinced me!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so we got daddy :D and everyone fell asleep on the way home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that was my weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;your jelause aren't you??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-487395373127663588?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/487395373127663588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=487395373127663588' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/487395373127663588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/487395373127663588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/10/doctors-orders.html' title='doctor&apos;s orders'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-3815460487476517185</id><published>2011-10-10T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T11:06:22.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Giving.... Giving Thanks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every time that it's time for a family gathering... I dread it a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Evan has a HUGE family!! And LOTS of kids... which makes MADNESS around the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to cook, clean, organize, to later do more cleaning, and more organizing... and you know who does all that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(well, Tracy is always always cleaning with me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It just means a lot of work for me... but for some reason I always get excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I got my mom's recipe for turkey, and even though I only had it marinating for a day instead of three, the turkey was AMAZING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there were mashed potatoes, sweet potatoes ( with roasted&amp;nbsp;marshmallows!!), curried broccoli and&amp;nbsp;cauliflower ( we were not sure if traditional Laura would have&amp;nbsp;approved&amp;nbsp;of this one ;P), corn, cranberry sauce, stuffing, gravy and hot,&amp;nbsp;fluffy&amp;nbsp;buns!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pumpkin pie, cherry pie and ice cream for dessert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( I didn't have any.... I never can after dinner, but don't worry,&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;have a pumpkin pie and an apple one&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;made left that&amp;nbsp;I'll&amp;nbsp;be having today :P).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO I have many things I can give thanks for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't screw up turkey,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have a big house to get family together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a new Clarke coming to the clan :D!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Not mine, Delanie's!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told you!!! SO many things to be grateful for!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-3815460487476517185?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/3815460487476517185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=3815460487476517185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/3815460487476517185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/3815460487476517185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/10/thanks-giving-giving-thanks.html' title='Thanks Giving.... Giving Thanks!'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-2135193555980902181</id><published>2011-10-06T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T11:38:54.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Al Natural</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I know, I know... you hear &lt;a href="http://blackeyedsuzy.blogspot.com/"&gt;laura&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;is going to take some pictures of you and you might go and put some make up on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i don't know why... maybe I just thought I would get away and just have the kids pictures done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;but i ended up getting some shoots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;she has given me these ones.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I like them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;raw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;natural.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;nothing to hide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;imperfections...crazy hair and all...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;that's me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;( I can't look like a model ALL the time ;P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CPpRorGzeUw/To3zmV_nscI/AAAAAAAADnw/ArS1-uWKnA8/s1600/315046_10150845398315006_815795005_20551808_1293892346_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CPpRorGzeUw/To3zmV_nscI/AAAAAAAADnw/ArS1-uWKnA8/s1600/315046_10150845398315006_815795005_20551808_1293892346_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-89V4yCuFG9c/To3zmlTd88I/AAAAAAAADn0/4-NZ7-N7RmU/s1600/315631_10150845397815006_815795005_20551804_1595611709_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-89V4yCuFG9c/To3zmlTd88I/AAAAAAAADn0/4-NZ7-N7RmU/s1600/315631_10150845397815006_815795005_20551804_1595611709_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And that's my handsome babe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-muW-swvvqJg/To30NmOhr7I/AAAAAAAADn4/88nKnYK5-08/s1600/311478_10150836116705324_775750323_20621880_789033367_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-muW-swvvqJg/To30NmOhr7I/AAAAAAAADn4/88nKnYK5-08/s320/311478_10150836116705324_775750323_20621880_789033367_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just as we are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-2135193555980902181?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/2135193555980902181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=2135193555980902181' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/2135193555980902181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/2135193555980902181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/10/al-natural.html' title='Al Natural'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CPpRorGzeUw/To3zmV_nscI/AAAAAAAADnw/ArS1-uWKnA8/s72-c/315046_10150845398315006_815795005_20551808_1293892346_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-1026724777558019911</id><published>2011-10-06T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T11:23:16.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My children are 24/7 in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The ones I have here with me, and the ones that are still to come to my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;When people see me with my 3 ( very handfull, at times) kids, they think I am crazy, but when I tell them I still want more, they are absolutely convinced that I am NUTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;For some reason I can't understand, I've always had the reaction from people ( it is painful, i say painful...even more when it comes from people you love). Thank goodness I've always have felt love and excitement when announcing my pregnancies from others around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Last April I received unexpected news... I was pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wasn't ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;But I just can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love to be a mother and I trust God... so I started getting excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;But then, I had a miscarriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It was more devastating than I thought.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So since then I've been thinking about my circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I had to make the most difficult decision I've ever made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The degree of difficulty increased the intensity of my prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We've decided to use birth control that will stop us from having children for 5 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The plan is to have two more after those 5 years... although we might just wait three or four... or until we feel it is time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;There is a part of me that had some shame... and I've been dragging it for a while... until...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;General Conference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Elder Andersen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/watch/2011/10?lang=eng&amp;amp;vid=1196046483001&amp;amp;cid=5"&gt;LISTEN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nobody designates the number of kids I have to have, or when to have them. That's between me and my husband and the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He is the only third party accepted in my marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have learned my lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I didn't wait to have my kids, i had 3 in 4 years.... I didn't care about my career, I only cared about my calling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I didn't care about money circumstances... I only cared about treasures in Heaven.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I believe I still care about those same things now that I am waiting to have more children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Pte Hinckley said:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;“"&lt;i&gt;Build solid homes. I don't care about the size, I care about the spirit&lt;/i&gt;."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;While I don't agree it is to be used as an excuse, let God judge between you and me. And let us raise our kids as the heavenly, chosen spirits that they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I always think of how much I need them more than how much they need me... the truth is that I've learned more from them than what I could ever teach them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&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/6823926720959137062-1026724777558019911?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/1026724777558019911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=1026724777558019911' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/1026724777558019911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/1026724777558019911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/10/children.html' title='Children'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-312153030263726730</id><published>2011-10-06T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T10:52:32.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>look at them, look at them!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Look how beautiful they are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(thanks to auntie laura for the photoshoot)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8nv8qh5BvJA/To3qan1RU8I/AAAAAAAADno/dO5Atv17jSk/s320/310725_10150845398860006_815795005_20551811_235469388_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3PHoTF7RupU/To3qZKx1CeI/AAAAAAAADnk/s5IPNqRKNPg/s1600/310595_10150845399300006_815795005_20551813_994928339_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3PHoTF7RupU/To3qZKx1CeI/AAAAAAAADnk/s5IPNqRKNPg/s320/310595_10150845399300006_815795005_20551813_994928339_n.jpg" width="212" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-312153030263726730?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/312153030263726730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=312153030263726730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/312153030263726730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/312153030263726730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/10/look-at-them-look-at-them.html' title='look at them, look at them!'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SVqp8w_RPvQ/To3qa-28bUI/AAAAAAAADns/UmCesWd0q2w/s72-c/316129_10150845399720006_815795005_20551822_968821864_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-959572438978998200</id><published>2011-10-03T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T11:16:43.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch Your Step</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Every year there are two things I look forward to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One of them happened last weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;General Conference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This time is the best two days, better spent hours of one's life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I promise you there is always something in it for YOU, especially and uniquely said for you and to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I invite you to hear,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/sessions/2011/10?lang=eng"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In between sessions I saw this video for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I felt the need to share it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can't give enough warnings about the destructive power of pornography.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And yet people still view it as nothing to worry about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Like it is only a problem if you have a family, but something it is ok for single people to practice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I say, NO. It will destroy you. I t will destroy any meaningful&amp;nbsp;relationship&amp;nbsp;you will ever want to create... even the holiest of all relationships, only second to God's : the relationship between husband and wife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I believe in God, and I believe in love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;True love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love in its most purest form... in the form of families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know that families are mean to be eternal. That we can and are meant to be together forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So, listen to the words of a living prophet... and be sure he is speaking truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gWQ5dPeixdw?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-959572438978998200?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/959572438978998200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=959572438978998200' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/959572438978998200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/959572438978998200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/10/watch-your-step.html' title='Watch Your Step'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gWQ5dPeixdw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-3091465061270751740</id><published>2011-09-27T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T09:40:09.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haircut time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i realized that it's been a year since scissors last touched my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so it was time for a haircut.&lt;br /&gt;and everyone ended up getting one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dX06IGq_rjk/ToH6PFYRpxI/AAAAAAAADnI/e-VVbNp-vlY/s1600/IMG_2725.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dX06IGq_rjk/ToH6PFYRpxI/AAAAAAAADnI/e-VVbNp-vlY/s320/IMG_2725.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-igBC4-2xUvg/ToH6JU71D_I/AAAAAAAADnE/0rCp3QCMFe0/s1600/IMG_2724.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-igBC4-2xUvg/ToH6JU71D_I/AAAAAAAADnE/0rCp3QCMFe0/s320/IMG_2724.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aF20p5SANsE/ToH6VGSX3QI/AAAAAAAADnM/OCkJBYSuI6w/s1600/IMG_2726.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aF20p5SANsE/ToH6VGSX3QI/AAAAAAAADnM/OCkJBYSuI6w/s320/IMG_2726.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;isabel hasn't had one since she was born... but i am not touching those&amp;nbsp;beautiful&amp;nbsp;curls... i am too afraid that they will disappear :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so this is how we look now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was on my way to the Relief Society Stake Activity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We had been collecting bay clothes to give out to the Hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they give it to mothers who are in need of help, and these boxes give them a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lKWCpeAjXNQ/ToH6i81kfXI/AAAAAAAADnU/BUopeUXJRNM/s1600/IMG_2728.JPG" 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DohyUTMLCmk/ToH63jOLNwI/AAAAAAAADng/SyQsxQbHyQA/s320/IMG_2731.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;we had dinner. so yummy!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then we had the broadcast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh, how i love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;elder uchtdorf was amazing...as usual.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it always feel so personal. like if he was talking to me alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is that powerful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love to be a member of the church of JesusChrist of latter day saints.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love to be a member of the Relief Society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-3091465061270751740?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/3091465061270751740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=3091465061270751740' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/3091465061270751740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/3091465061270751740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/09/haircut-time.html' title='haircut time'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dX06IGq_rjk/ToH6PFYRpxI/AAAAAAAADnI/e-VVbNp-vlY/s72-c/IMG_2725.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-8672472480629877111</id><published>2011-09-23T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T09:26:33.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>good feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's been almost a week, but i will share that the show went great. people seemed to enjoy my singing, sang along in a couple of songs, sat down to watch me, laughed with me at some of my comments in between songs...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i liked it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hope they call me for next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i also had singed to audition for "canada's got talent" but i didn't show up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i decided i would watch the show first, get a feel of what the judges look for...etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so maybe next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i watched the x factor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm loving it so far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love simon. period.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it must have been the best feeling in the world to hear you're good enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that you're worth the try.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it must feel amazing when someone sees potential in you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when you get closer and closer to fulfilling your dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i get all emotional to see that happening to them!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it makes me so happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so... the x factor is yet one more show i am&amp;nbsp;addicted&amp;nbsp;too :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-8672472480629877111?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-8087316841373141993</id><published>2011-09-17T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T16:17:23.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Show!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I sing tomorrow!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i am so excited!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i'm all practiced... getting nothing but excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;my mom asked me if i was nervious... but no.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;no right now...we'll see tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;there is a nice bio of me on the papers :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i am so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i know that i would have preffered to have evan there with me.... but&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i can do this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I CAN DO THIS!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i really can do this!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;i hope everyone will enjoy it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/8087316841373141993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/8087316841373141993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/09/big-show.html' title='Big Show!!!'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ToTCCHDNFzk/TnT8JZrETMI/AAAAAAAADm8/wwwFQ2slFus/s72-c/fall_fair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-3028521826257761691</id><published>2011-09-17T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T15:29:32.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;believe it or not, i have two kids in school.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;carmen is in grade 2 and evan is in kindergarten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this year kindergarten goes ALL day!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nice!&lt;br /&gt;i am all by myself with little isabel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we have had some good times together already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i loooove it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i realized that poor evan is the one that hasn't had that much one-on-one time with mommy :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's probably why he doesn't know how to read yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he knows the numbers pretty well ( i always hear him counting... till 100!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he can read easy, three letter words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and bless his heart, when he gets a book he reads it sounding every letter :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he loves books, so i think he'll get it in no time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just wish i could have helped him more. and also help him read in spanish, like i did with carmen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that being said, i tried... but he concentrates for 5 words!!! 5 &amp;nbsp;words at a time... and he's running!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talking about running.... yesterday they had the TERRY FOX run at school and he told me he could run faster than his big buddies. and i believe him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he is soooo fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he call him "dash" at home. from the incredibles movie :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am so proud of him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he is doing so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his teacher ( mrs b, reaaaally lovely young woman) has even told me that he helps other children at his class feel better ( soooo many have separation issues and cry if the parents are not there). i am so glad my kids are not like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am sooo proud!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;carmen is doing excellent, of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xuz75uckOKI/TnUfA_FTxYI/AAAAAAAADnA/yPhr-o8MaLc/s1600/IMG_2710.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xuz75uckOKI/TnUfA_FTxYI/AAAAAAAADnA/yPhr-o8MaLc/s320/IMG_2710.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;she is in a grade 2-3 split class.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her teacher is mr pawer. really good teacher. i am so happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evan sr also started school... and with the fraternity things going on as well, and work!!! i haven't seen him much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is everything all over again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i seriously feel like a single mother some days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i am not new to this, so i am ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you learn.... you really learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am being pushed to my limits.... stretched. but i am doing it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everything is FAR from perfect, but somehow i managed to have clean clothes, food made, children well groomed, clean house, relief socitey running, visits done... and still be happy!!!! ( and sane :D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is really a miracle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just know, i am not alone in this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;heavenly help is always there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-3028521826257761691?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/3028521826257761691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=3028521826257761691' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/3028521826257761691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/3028521826257761691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-to-school.html' title='back to school'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xuz75uckOKI/TnUfA_FTxYI/AAAAAAAADnA/yPhr-o8MaLc/s72-c/IMG_2710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-5669022732077107751</id><published>2011-09-10T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T10:15:08.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beautiful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just watched this video...and part 3 as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i thought i would share it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is something i struggle with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes i feel powerful, others i feel weak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes it is a real fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'd rather be good than &amp;nbsp;look good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes i know i am beautiful.... sometimes my reflection doesn't reflect the real me.... and it pains me, even if it just for a minute. it pains me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think of my divine nature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think of my gifts and destiny... and it is powerful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hope you all know that we are more...much more than what the world tells us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;remember this :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;I wonder if you sisters fully understand the greatness of your gifts and talents and how all of you can achieve the “highest place of honor” in the Church and in the world. One of your unique, precious, and sublime gifts is your femininity, with its natural grace, goodness, and divinity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Femininity is not just lipstick, stylish hairdos, and trendy clothes. It is the divine adornment of humanity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;It finds expression in your qualities of your capacity to love, your spirituality, delicacy, radiance, sensitivity, creativity, charm, graciousness, gentleness, dignity, and quiet strength. It is manifest differently in each girl or woman, but each of you possesses it. Femininity is part of your inner beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: right;"&gt;--President James E. Faust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PTlmho_RovY?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-5669022732077107751?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/5669022732077107751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=5669022732077107751' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/5669022732077107751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/5669022732077107751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/09/beautiful.html' title='beautiful!'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/PTlmho_RovY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-3620687872983589817</id><published>2011-08-30T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T23:19:23.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm useless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after a few days of not doing much... feeling weak, &amp;nbsp;a bit drowsy ( i wanted to use less medication, but it's still too painful. one side is not healing as fast as it'd be desired...) and bored...above all, really bored!! i tried to get myself up, doing myself up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i even watched a few videos on how to do my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but the thing is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am useless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i can't do my hair if my life depended on it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is sad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i did my make up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it made me feel way better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just would like to have nice hair... i would like to do something different than just straight or pony tail for a change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i will try again... and i will be patient, i guess.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but it is moments like these that make me want to chop off all of my hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm growing it long, though. i'm forcing myself to keep it long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think it will help me do more things with it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i am not coloring either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i like my virgin hair, now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-3620687872983589817?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/3620687872983589817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=3620687872983589817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/3620687872983589817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/3620687872983589817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/08/im-useless.html' title='i&apos;m useless'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-1652012310028428751</id><published>2011-08-29T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T10:13:32.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>patient</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everytime i think about that word, i think about &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2011/04/the-atonement-covers-all-pain?lang=eng"&gt;THIS TALK&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is a blessing, really, to have the priesthood today, to have prophets today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love general conference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am excited.... october is right around the corner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway.... i got there after reflecting on pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the pain i have endured these couple of days after the surgery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tylenol 3 has been my best friend lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it helped easing the pain, and letting my rest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now all i want is to be able to EAT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am so hungry, i can think of a million things i will like to put in my mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hopefully soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;i tried to chew some pasta the other day and it was soooo tiring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;my jaw got so sored after a few bites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway, in the mean time: water and yoghurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i asked evan to bring me ice cream and he gets chocolate ice cream... i don't like chocolate ice cream! you would think that after 7 years of marriage he would know that!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i didn't say anything, though.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i rather not talk much, it still hurts. so i think everyone is&amp;nbsp;thankful&amp;nbsp;for that around here ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you don't read/listen to the talk, i leave you this quote:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9f6ed; color: #2f393a; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Sans', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Elder Orson F. Whitney wrote: “No pain that we suffer, no trial that we experience is wasted. It ministers to our education, to the development of such qualities as patience, faith, fortitude, and humility. … It is through sorrow and suffering, toil and tribulation, that we gain the education that we come here to acquire.”&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/6823926720959137062-1652012310028428751?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/1652012310028428751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=1652012310028428751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/1652012310028428751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/1652012310028428751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/08/patient.html' title='patient'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-5011539530169777065</id><published>2011-08-25T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-25T20:51:26.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the good and the bad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's what seems to heppen all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the good and the bad come hand in hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the good?: my hubby came home!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i also had a wedding i had to play for ( my first paid job as a pianist, apart from the teaching)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was my excuse to pamper myself and at the same time be all done up for my baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i did my nails, both hands and feet, and had some waxing done, plus the usual eyebrow threading on friday.( nice to be out without the babes for an hour).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;saturday morning was full of driving around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;leaving the kids at the babysitter, going to do my hair, pick up the kids, drop them off at tracy's for jane's b-day, going to the church for the ceremony. driving back to the park where i thought the party was at, but no one was there. going to tracy's ( no one was there either) going to francia's house ( no one was there, but the neighbour let me used the phone. with no luck because i thought evan would be home but he wasn't answering!). so i drove all the way home. evan had just gotten in. his flight was delayed. i got changed, got the kids clothes ready and didn't wait for evan to get ready, i had to go get them at tracy's again get them all dressed there and then go to the church for the reception!! i was exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when i got there, they were just starting. and evan wasn't there yet but got just in time for the food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the kids were super excited to see him. they couldn't believe their eyes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he was super tired, and since he was driving his bike he left right away... i know... it sucks to be at a wedding without a date :(&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when the kids saw that daddy wasn't there, they asked where he was. i said at home. evan's eyes got super big:"our house???" he asked... it is so nice to go home knowing your hubby is there waiting for you :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we didn't last too long at the party. i was tired too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sunday i had ward council at 9am. then drove back home to get the family and put the roast in the crock pot ( i had the elders for dinner!). i had some more business after the meetings...and then home to do the rest of the cooking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;monday was evan's b-day party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was pouring so we moved it to tuesday, so that morning i attacked the mountain of dirty clothes evan brought. we went grocery shopping adn we went to the police station to get evan's lost wallet back. someone found it and turned it in. money and everything untouched. that's canada for you, my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tusday was party time! i did the cupcakes, prepared all the food and things and headed to the water park.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was a nice day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;almost all the kids that were invited came. but evan was really happy. he played with everyone there, and had so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evan had to go to the base on wednesday morning and i went to the water park with the kids and all my mexican friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that evening i had a rs activity. and evan stayed home with the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by the time i got home all were in bed :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we had a nice talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we, ok, i would say I needed that talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;everything had been so full of things to do, we really didn't have much time to just sit and talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we started watching a movie... i fell asleep in the middle of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today... evan was up at 6'30. had a blood test to get done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at 10 he drove me to the dentist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;got my 3 wisdom teeth out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was pretty &amp;nbsp;easy. he said i have pretty tough gums. should i feel good about that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evan took the kids to the beach while i slept. i thought i could go to the beach with them, but once the freezing wore off i couldn't handle it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was really nice to just sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they got home and i got in this frantic mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cleaned teh kitchen, make dinner, mop the floor, give the kids a bath... and lay dead on my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evan sat with them to eat, put their pijamas, brushed their teeth, prayed and put them in bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he made me a milkshake. i have just had water since breakfast, i feel sick in my stomach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hope i start feeling better soon. at least i always seem to have some kind of burst of energy....and often i take it too far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i never learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-5011539530169777065?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-7650591794529303575</id><published>2011-08-11T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T21:30:06.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>someone like me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for someone like me that would spend the whole day laying in the sun, getting tanned super fast,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is horrible to be allergic to the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but since i loooove it so much, i don't care that my lips get so&amp;nbsp;swollen, that they get all chipped and dry and they crack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just rather go through the whole week of applying vaseline and &amp;nbsp;lotion and not being able to kiss ( good thing my hubby is not around ;P) and not being able to have lipgloss on ( that is a really tough one for me)... but "q me quiten lo bailao" ( as we would say in spain :P).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i enjoyed my day at the beach.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i really did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my lips will have to forgive me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they'll just have to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-7650591794529303575?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/7650591794529303575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=7650591794529303575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i said i wasn't going to force isabel to stop wearing diapers.... but i just don;t want to spend $30 on diapers anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;school is starting soon, and i know i will have more time to be dedicated solely to her, but i though i would start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so far... i don't like it. she is very against it. so i'm taking it easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have two more weeks on my own, and then my baby comes home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;another thing i am excited about is for evan jr to stat kindergarten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he is really pushing all my buttons lately. and i just have zero patience left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;is it bad i want someone else to deal with &amp;nbsp;him??? poor teacher. but of course, he'll be the cuttest little sweatheart for her, i know. he'll keep the bad behavior for me. i'm sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm just hanging by a thread, but still hanging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-2144847318629452672?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/2144847318629452672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=2144847318629452672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/2144847318629452672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/2144847318629452672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/08/potty-training.html' title='potty training'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-5947309006062569406</id><published>2011-08-06T14:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T15:01:53.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relief Society</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have to share with you that I love to be part of the Relief Society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;At first I was in shock about becoming the president, but after a month... I can say that this is simply one more blessing from Heavenly Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It is just what I needed to stop being just casual in my study of the scriptures and relying of past experiences with the Spirit, but to become more active in the things pertaining to righteousness, if you know what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Atonement of JesusChrist has taken another meaning in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It is amazing to see its power in people around you... it is a transforming event to feel it in your own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;He can make us perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yes, He can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And yes He will if we come unto Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am teaching tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've been inspired by amazing women&amp;nbsp;like the General President,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/church/leader/julie-b-beck?lang=eng"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Julie B Beck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I admire her and look up to her. She has influenced me and blessed me more than she would ever know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We are truly blessed to be women, to be wives, mothers, sisters, daughters....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;to be the daughters of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-5947309006062569406?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/5947309006062569406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=5947309006062569406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/5947309006062569406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/5947309006062569406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/08/relief-society.html' title='Relief Society'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-1227743625787255160</id><published>2011-07-26T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T20:05:56.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>use your imagination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am sorry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i guess i'll apologize.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the two weeks with my sisters were fantastic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a lot of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;basically, anytime i have family around i only need to have them enjoy my kids and my kids enjoy them... and that's all that matter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that is what i need to make me happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and happy it made me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was hard to say bye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is heartbreaking &amp;nbsp;to see them say good-bye and not knowing when the next time we'll see them will be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;really hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i cried good part of our trip to seattle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on the way back... i just couldn't stay awake. i had to stop. twice. i just fell asleep, and it was scary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i imagine you want to see pictures.... and that's where you;ll have to use your imagination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have no time to upload them to the computer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now.... these last few weeks have been full of interesting things, and i just don't know if i will ever get around to tell you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i could just mention some...but i am afraid i will be giving it no justice to how much these things matter to me. and i don;t want to do that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so just for now, i'll tell you i just got incense for the first time: pinapple and papaya.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i realize that it forced me to calm down. take it easy and relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i also realized that it makes me think of my sister patricia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now i want to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(ok... i might be in that part of the month too... which reminds me... after the D and C they told me i would be getting my period between 4-6 weeks later. 5 weeks!!! just 2 days after evan got here!!!!!!!!... and then back again on the day! i am a well oiled ovulating machine! i guess i should be grateful... but i am not...just yet)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-1227743625787255160?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/1227743625787255160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=1227743625787255160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/1227743625787255160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/1227743625787255160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/07/use-your-imagination.html' title='use your imagination'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-6760592825728183884</id><published>2011-07-03T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T18:06:19.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>when i least expect it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you think i would learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;whenever i feel like i am getting comfortable, like i have things under control, of course things change on me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we had the party at the church yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we had spent all day at the waterpark with tracy and the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jordan and evan were out all day looking for evan's wallet ( that had flown out of his pocket driving his bike... yes, just the day before he leaves.... no stress added to the situation!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;back to the party... since we had been out he still had to pack, so i wanted to leave as soon as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well, bishop asked me if i had received his phonecall... he wanted to talk to both of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our rs president had been called to the stake rs presidency last week at conference, so we all knew there were going to be changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;since i hadn't heard from bishop all week, i thought i had nothing to worry about... till then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it felt like a heart attack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wasn't expecting that calling at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it feels too big for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;way too big.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;good thing i have the most amazing counselors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they are more than what you could ever imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the sisters in my ward are the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it felt amazing when bishop asked for their supporting vote and they lifted their hand, i literally felt a ( much needed) boost of energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was glad evan was there with me too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he makes me believe i can do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he is amazing to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so... we'll see what is in this for me to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can think of a billion things right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'll just say, i am grateful for my Saviour. because through Him we can be perfected, and His grace is sufficient if i humble myself, to make&amp;nbsp;strengths&amp;nbsp;out of my weaknesses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is truly my heroe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glory be to God for the infinite gift of His Son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-6760592825728183884?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/6760592825728183884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=6760592825728183884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/6760592825728183884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/6760592825728183884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/07/when-i-least-expect-it.html' title='when i least expect it'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-9205629146659773453</id><published>2011-07-02T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T23:38:38.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and like that... he's gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well.. it looks like a week is not enough time to do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but we managed to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do some fun shopping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eat out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;attend stake conference&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finish school ( carmen got super good grades!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go to the movies ( we watched rio.... i want to visit rio de janeiro so bad now!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;watch WIMBLEDON!!! (i love watching sports with evan.... well just soccer, hockey and tennis, i don't care for any other sports, really)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;go to the fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;celebrate canada day with a bbq at the lake with some friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;spend some time with cousins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;waterpark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;party at the church for families.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and tomorrow he leaves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am going to miss him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just hope that these next 6 weeks go by fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the good news is my sisters are coming next week for a couple of weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so that will keep me entertained :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was more than amazing to have him for a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was a super nice surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he's not going to have it easy to top that one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he had me totally fooled.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was an amazing week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-9205629146659773453?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-1697991329602902938</id><published>2011-06-26T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T20:56:28.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my baby is home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evan had been "fighting" to get a week of at work so that he could come... and they finally gave it to him, but they told him that they couldn't drive him to and from the airport or pay for the air fare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so we lost hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i had some wishful thinking that at some point they would tell him... or that he would find worth the trip to see me (but i knew we couldn't just spend $600+ on plane tickets).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i even asked him if there was a tiny tiny chance that i could see him, but he said no. and so i stopped hoping for the impossible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then last week they had some excercise out in the woods for the whole week, so we hardly spoke on the phone, but one time he said he was going to get back on friday so that we would talk then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then friday came and he called me to tell me to get on skype at around 10pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was so excited!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i had put the kids to bed and i was laying in bed with isabel but she woulldn't fall asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hear a knock on the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't want to open it. it is dark and i am alone. i am not going down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they knock again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;louder, firmer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now i am scared. i think it is the police.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i sheepishly open...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is EVAN!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was in shock.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he says i couldn't breathe, i had palpitations...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i couldn't&amp;nbsp;believe&amp;nbsp;my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for a moment i was so&amp;nbsp;confused....but it felt so good to have him in my arms!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it feels really good actually.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so if you've seen me, that's why i have a smile from ear to ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this week is going to go by so fast, but i am so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so if you don't hear much from me, you know i am just having fun with the whole fam!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-1697991329602902938?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/1697991329602902938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=1697991329602902938' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/1697991329602902938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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water park... but since i am so smart, i take out the camera to make a video of isabel ( so cute going under the sprinklers, getting wet and coming to tell me) only to find that there was no memory card!! LAME! i am that LAME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;anyway.... they enjoyed it, and me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i can't wait for school to be over!&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/6823926720959137062-2726579083599680454?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/2726579083599680454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=2726579083599680454' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i might be very hormonal here, because i cried and LOL today watching the bachelorette.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i had a good time listening to jp before they fought ( WHAT IDIOT thought that was a good idea!?!?!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;but jp was pretty hilarious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i like the guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and then cried with poor ames... bless his heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i like him too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;then laughed a little &amp;nbsp;more with william.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;he's a jerk, but i feel sorry for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;bless his heart too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i feel sorry for ashley too. i don;t know if she's ready to hear the truth about bentley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;it's going to break her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;anyway... you can laugh at me all you want now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i just blame the hormones :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i need my husband.... that's all i'm going to say!&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/6823926720959137062-7719664032500565955?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/7719664032500565955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=7719664032500565955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/7719664032500565955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/7719664032500565955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/06/tears-and-smiles.html' title='tears and smiles'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-3042188011731457606</id><published>2011-06-17T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T18:31:38.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>one more week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i keep repeating that... maybe time will fly faster that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am super bored.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first of all, i want school to be over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and then we can start having fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;weather is so amazing, i just want to go to the park... &amp;nbsp;and not return home until dinner time.... if ever ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;weekends...especially fridays are extra hard to be alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want my hubby home already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but not yet... not yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tomorrow i will go to the temple with &amp;nbsp;my ward, so i am excited about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i am not excited about spending father's day without the father of my kids. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so.... let's hope this weeks flies!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-3042188011731457606?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/3042188011731457606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=3042188011731457606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/3042188011731457606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/3042188011731457606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/06/one-more-week.html' title='one more week'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-2537437854424574011</id><published>2011-06-14T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T21:07:54.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>such an uneventful day today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after being so busy all weekend, today seemed DEAD!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we had ward conference on sunday and i was super busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i conducted the music on sacrament, i conducted the choir, i was asked ( on the spot) to sing on sunday school, i was playing and translating during relief society... and then i had to fly to get home and start cooking!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I super super loved having my mission president and wife over for dinner. they are the sweetest people you'll ever encounter on this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4j4j5XE_oNg/Tfgvkpt7QaI/AAAAAAAADl4/r7hIrHDbnxQ/s1600/IMG_2294.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4j4j5XE_oNg/Tfgvkpt7QaI/AAAAAAAADl4/r7hIrHDbnxQ/s320/IMG_2294.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4HtgJ77quSY/TfgvrUFah-I/AAAAAAAADl8/Oz9z37-s1hI/s1600/IMG_2295.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4HtgJ77quSY/TfgvrUFah-I/AAAAAAAADl8/Oz9z37-s1hI/s320/IMG_2295.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wanted to cry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they are amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we had some good times talking about things they remembered i went through on my mission.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am happy to set clear once and for all that I and only I tell the truth about what happened on enterviews day, the second time i met evan, during a game of jeopardy!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so if you hear the story from evan... don't believe him!! BELIEVE ME! and sister bowen is my witness!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we got to speak with evan through skype.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know he was dying to be here with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it only means that we'll go to utah sometime soon!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on monday they also came because their son and family wanted to see us too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they have an amazing family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i remember wishing they had a son my age for me to marry and be part of them.... i guess marrying one of their missionaries was close enough ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i thought i would see them today again, because i was going to drive president to their cruise ship, but they found some other way and they didn't need me anymore :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i was sad...all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my piano student didn't come, so i didn't even get to have any distraction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i hope tomorrow will be a better day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'll have to get out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-2537437854424574011?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/2537437854424574011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=2537437854424574011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/2537437854424574011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/2537437854424574011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/06/such-uneventful-day-today.html' title='such an uneventful day today'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4j4j5XE_oNg/Tfgvkpt7QaI/AAAAAAAADl4/r7hIrHDbnxQ/s72-c/IMG_2294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-7487045334474468081</id><published>2011-06-11T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T20:43:04.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria's Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;we had maria's baptism today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;it was lovely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;she is a special little girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;it made me think of the day carmen will get baptized.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i can't wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;she asked carmen to say the opening prayer, and she also sung "when i am baptized" with maria and friends and cousins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;she asked me to sing "daughter of a king" and that got everyone crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;one day i will master singing and crying at the same time and still sounding good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;that is a lovely song and a great powerful message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i am glad i could participate in such a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;here it is some pictures of the event:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8cLk3knI8Jo/TfQvNoi-bVI/AAAAAAAADk8/4Z2Wry7kLAg/s1600/IMG_2282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8cLk3knI8Jo/TfQvNoi-bVI/AAAAAAAADk8/4Z2Wry7kLAg/s320/IMG_2282.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;gabriel, natalie, elizabeth, carmen, maria, mary, isabel, jane and sara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;isabel trying on her new sun glasses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-62VaLnS9wG8/TfQvT2GNjCI/AAAAAAAADlA/L3NggcpBr4s/s1600/IMG_2283.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-62VaLnS9wG8/TfQvT2GNjCI/AAAAAAAADlA/L3NggcpBr4s/s320/IMG_2283.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TRFX6nkHDYs/TfQvaJegSfI/AAAAAAAADlE/IwjXTBsW2Y4/s1600/IMG_2284.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TRFX6nkHDYs/TfQvaJegSfI/AAAAAAAADlE/IwjXTBsW2Y4/s320/IMG_2284.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;evan had to do it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-OhN484Ca4/TfQvfODXGII/AAAAAAAADlI/KR5gX3NQgr0/s1600/IMG_2285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q-OhN484Ca4/TfQvfODXGII/AAAAAAAADlI/KR5gX3NQgr0/s320/IMG_2285.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iSDkFBs2RJc/TfQvyer_qbI/AAAAAAAADlM/RupqJp4NRtg/s1600/IMG_2286.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iSDkFBs2RJc/TfQvyer_qbI/AAAAAAAADlM/RupqJp4NRtg/s320/IMG_2286.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahOaSnxqnLU/TfQv_t71BsI/AAAAAAAADlQ/KNUmYpLXFes/s1600/IMG_2287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ahOaSnxqnLU/TfQv_t71BsI/AAAAAAAADlQ/KNUmYpLXFes/s320/IMG_2287.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MHX4KAiZycs/TfQwFFP4-QI/AAAAAAAADlU/n-nFxM23m88/s1600/IMG_2288.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MHX4KAiZycs/TfQwFFP4-QI/AAAAAAAADlU/n-nFxM23m88/s320/IMG_2288.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;maria and i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-02EdoXbH9Tc/TfQwLDr6HsI/AAAAAAAADlY/ri-KgDgR7e4/s1600/IMG_2292.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-02EdoXbH9Tc/TfQwLDr6HsI/AAAAAAAADlY/ri-KgDgR7e4/s320/IMG_2292.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and with the kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hvNsVmi4VwA/TfQwR9F3qxI/AAAAAAAADlc/JpMFq0NMOKM/s1600/IMG_2293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hvNsVmi4VwA/TfQwR9F3qxI/AAAAAAAADlc/JpMFq0NMOKM/s320/IMG_2293.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-7487045334474468081?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/7487045334474468081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=7487045334474468081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/7487045334474468081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/7487045334474468081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/06/marias-baptism.html' title='Maria&apos;s Baptism'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8cLk3knI8Jo/TfQvNoi-bVI/AAAAAAAADk8/4Z2Wry7kLAg/s72-c/IMG_2282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-1764088894818812051</id><published>2011-06-11T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T20:13:28.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;so here it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i need cool wall paper i haven't found yet to put in the frames ( that's why they are still down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and yes, when i have the money i will get new dressers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;much needed new dressers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i know the board doesn't look so good, but that's where i hang all the &amp;nbsp;little cards and pictures carmen makes. and that's staying... until i make a super cute new one... i'm just not in the mood for another project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JooV7Lg8Ou4/TfQtXCWuB9I/AAAAAAAADkw/d5OhQT3H_iI/s1600/IMG_2278.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JooV7Lg8Ou4/TfQtXCWuB9I/AAAAAAAADkw/d5OhQT3H_iI/s320/IMG_2278.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o-zmuHO6DUU/TfQtdSff06I/AAAAAAAADk0/3R9b540xDNE/s1600/IMG_2279.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-o-zmuHO6DUU/TfQtdSff06I/AAAAAAAADk0/3R9b540xDNE/s320/IMG_2279.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_itBfQEhh7s/TfQtk22bRVI/AAAAAAAADk4/pv8jBHJspRs/s1600/IMG_2280.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_itBfQEhh7s/TfQtk22bRVI/AAAAAAAADk4/pv8jBHJspRs/s320/IMG_2280.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-1764088894818812051?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/1764088894818812051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=1764088894818812051' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/1764088894818812051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/1764088894818812051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-room.html' title='my room'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JooV7Lg8Ou4/TfQtXCWuB9I/AAAAAAAADkw/d5OhQT3H_iI/s72-c/IMG_2278.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-8706216903266885056</id><published>2011-06-10T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T12:11:13.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am finished... literally!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I finally finished...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;it was a hard job, but i did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;three elders from church came to help me... and what a relief!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;seriously my ward is amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I still have a few things to add... but I'm loving the final result!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;the girls room:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YqbwnZF-f2Y/TfJqNE9KkGI/AAAAAAAADkk/FSDMya5AlWE/s1600/IMG_2273.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YqbwnZF-f2Y/TfJqNE9KkGI/AAAAAAAADkk/FSDMya5AlWE/s320/IMG_2273.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f62i-v41r2g/TfJqTS212yI/AAAAAAAADko/WZzQw7yWj1k/s1600/IMG_2274.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f62i-v41r2g/TfJqTS212yI/AAAAAAAADko/WZzQw7yWj1k/s320/IMG_2274.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Evan's room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;this one i really don;t know what to do...but at least it looks clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;that's what i care more about|!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVJAXVK0Xsk/TfJqYnHPHvI/AAAAAAAADks/wmrIvfOGdkg/s1600/IMG_2275.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JVJAXVK0Xsk/TfJqYnHPHvI/AAAAAAAADks/wmrIvfOGdkg/s320/IMG_2275.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I still&amp;nbsp;have&amp;nbsp;to put my room together and the bathrooms... but I thought you might like to see what's ready :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And my mission president comes on sunday!! I'll have them over for dinner... I am making the roasted chicken in coca cola...yumm!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I can't wait to see them!&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/6823926720959137062-8706216903266885056?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/8706216903266885056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=8706216903266885056' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/8706216903266885056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/8706216903266885056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-am-finished-literally.html' title='I am finished... literally!'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YqbwnZF-f2Y/TfJqNE9KkGI/AAAAAAAADkk/FSDMya5AlWE/s72-c/IMG_2273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-9187534277785691122</id><published>2011-06-05T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T22:46:16.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do, what to do??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I finally started feeling a little better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I tried to do so much and then my body gave in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I suck at taking care of my body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;If Evan is not around it gets even worse.... but I am trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My house gets even better when he is not here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And he is the tidy one! but I just get so bored that I clean all day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My house looks better than ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am now painting the rooms. Having to move all the furniture and get things out of the way has helped me clean places I haven't in at least ( here comes the confession) a YEAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well... I painted Evan's room ( it was disgusting... all the walls decorated with his nice drawings and faded marks as I tried ( and failed) to erase them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am glad I chose a baby blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I have to still put the room together... but I often pass by the room and open the door just to get excited about the final product! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I painted the bathroom too... in grey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I got a new shower curtain in grey and turquoise and white that I am so excited about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and here it is the most exciting thing....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;NEW TOWELS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;In white and&amp;nbsp;turquoise&amp;nbsp;too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Exciting!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The girl's room is going to be a light lavender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My room is going to be in a lighter grey than the bathroom grey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I got a few things I am excited about for the decor n my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Can't wait to set it all up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I've been dying to actually decide on what I decorate my house with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here is the girl who inherited probably 10 year old towels from my in-laws, and finally gets new ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I told you!! Exciting!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And here is the girl who used a duvet cover that her husband ex made for him with the Montreal Canadiens logo for years before getting a new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So yes... I've waited too long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;But I am excited I am doing it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I can't wait for my house to look like a piece of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;After pictures coming next week... stay tuned!&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/6823926720959137062-9187534277785691122?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/9187534277785691122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=9187534277785691122' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/9187534277785691122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/9187534277785691122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-to-do-what-to-do.html' title='What to do, what to do??'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-6749675474883868417</id><published>2011-05-31T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T10:37:03.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>monday nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bachelorette is on and you know it!! i am hooked to the tv!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i can't believe they find the weirdiest weirdos they can find in UTAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so... i may or may not like her so much.... and i am actually not too impressed with the guys either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;will is cute... but i am not convinced yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O8EdGSKyC4M/TeUm0WAozFI/AAAAAAAADkg/nIWvKe0i6UQ/s1600/will.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O8EdGSKyC4M/TeUm0WAozFI/AAAAAAAADkg/nIWvKe0i6UQ/s320/will.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mickey is hot ( so is nick) but a bit weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I25gA7JA-zY/TeUmyYdLuGI/AAAAAAAADkc/sTSnXpcgt2c/s1600/bachelor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="179" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I25gA7JA-zY/TeUmyYdLuGI/AAAAAAAADkc/sTSnXpcgt2c/s320/bachelor.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i am excited to see who she gets on the end :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-6749675474883868417?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/6749675474883868417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=6749675474883868417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/6749675474883868417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/6749675474883868417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/05/monday-nights.html' title='monday nights'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O8EdGSKyC4M/TeUm0WAozFI/AAAAAAAADkg/nIWvKe0i6UQ/s72-c/will.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-6608897122834465295</id><published>2011-05-26T09:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T09:36:14.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;one thing i know:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;you can take the girl out of spain, but you can't take spain out of the girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love my country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i am grateful i was born there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;truth be told, i've been a bit disconnected about what was going on there since i came here to canada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;but i am sure i can be forgiven, because starting a life somewhere else, having 3 kids... i think i can be excused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;but lately, i've been watching their news online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;depressing is not even close to describing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;my heart aches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;my country, my dear country is on a huge crisis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;last week they had the provincial elections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;a change is desperately needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;anyway... i can't stop thinking about the situation there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;we want to move to spain, for a few years. but we need it to be on its way up, nor down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i wish i could something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i had a dream last night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i was in some kind of meeting, people gathered to talk about options to get the country up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;politicians and commoners were there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;the king and queen made an appearance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i approached a lady that in my dream was the minister of defense. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i wanted to sound serious and formal, but i started crying to her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i appealed to her love for the country, its people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;how could there be so few with so much, and so much with so little? i asked her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;couldn't they do something to be FAIR?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i saw the king and queen with their crowns, and their gowns...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;" first thing i would abolish the monarchy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i had some fears they would accused me of treason, but i said it anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"we can afford all that and people can't afford housing??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i wanted politicians to give all they had too, for the nation. that way they will be real heroes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i was so upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;how could they see the country fall and think only on themselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;it just doesn't make sense in my head they stand on platforms, and on front of mics, asking people to trust them with their votes, with their money, with their future...when all they seek is their own interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i know beyonce says girls run the world... i know, you wouldn't like to contradict her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;but no, girls don't run the world... corruption runs the world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;it is a fun song, though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;so enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VBmMU_iwe6U?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-6608897122834465295?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/6608897122834465295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=6608897122834465295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/6608897122834465295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/6608897122834465295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/05/spain_26.html' title='SPAIN'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/VBmMU_iwe6U/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-977884822933032659</id><published>2011-05-24T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T22:05:37.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>turning pages</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;it is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;the whole ordeal about the miscarriage is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;after spending the whole day saturday at the hospital only to realize that all the OR's were booked, they sent me home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i had to come back sunday morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;8am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;sister ioniddis took me there. her husband gave me a blessing before dropping me off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;then it hit me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i cried for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;evelyn just offered her warm embrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;no judging, no condescension...just simple compassion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;that's why i love her so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;it was the end of my short experience with pregnancy #4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;not the end we anticipated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;but still a hopeful end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i must say that i was ok for the whole time at the hospital, except when i was waiting to get in the OR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I wished for someone to be there holding my hand and telling me everything was going to be ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;the nurses were so sweet though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i felt the medication started to kick in. the big focus lights on top of me started spinning, getting blurry... and i thought to myself: " that's what it feels like" and that was it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;next thing i know i was trying to breathe but found myself coughing, and someone out there coaching me to breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"deep breaths, deep breaths" i heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i was too tired to open my eyes and see who was talking to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;but when i did, i was out in the recovery room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;a nurse was telling me all about how the procedure was a success, everything went perfectly....and something that sounded like blah blah blah to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i was too tired to concentrate and actually listen and understand what she as telling me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;when i was getting more alert i found myself saying something in spanish and then kind of correcting myself and feeling a bit embarrassed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;the nurse seemed not to care though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;well.... i finally got home and called my mom and then called my hubby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;it was tiring to talk to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i went to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;thanks to my rs sisters my kids spent the night away so i had all night to rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and rest is all i needed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;it was nice to see my kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;they make me come back to reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i like my reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;only it would be better if it was a bit less noisy....especially now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;but i love them home with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i like to enjoy them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and maybe that's what i most appreciate about this hard experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i loved my chance to mother a 4th baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i loved the idea of another little being inside of me, i looked with anticipation at the day when i'll meet him/her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and even though it wouldn't turn out this time... i enjoyed every minute of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and that's what i'll have with &amp;nbsp;me forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;so now, i'm turning the page... to whatever comes in this story that is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;MY LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-8729909750989344586</id><published>2011-05-19T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T19:33:45.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ducklings and spelling tests</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carmen's class hatched some duck eggs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;She begged and begged to get the ducklings for a day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I accepted, but I signed us down before I knew about the abortion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So i wasn't in the mood for taking care of animals. so carmen and the ducklings spent the day with my friend paula and her girls ( who were also dying to get them too!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and here are some pictures of the event.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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style="font-size: large;"&gt;needless to say the drama that went on when it was time to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;carmen cried and cried. she was so mad at me for not letting the ducklings come to our house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;she finally forgave me though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;she had her spelling test today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;she is so good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;her reading, her writting, her spelling is out of this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i am so happy to have such a sensitive, smart little girl :D&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/6823926720959137062-8729909750989344586?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/8729909750989344586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=8729909750989344586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-328019979717119452</id><published>2011-05-19T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T11:58:25.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>there's been more things happening</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and they also matter, so i'll write about them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;my kids at the Easter activity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mmcBHtMmHUg/TdVSJ6YSrFI/AAAAAAAADiA/K-TylvUG_uo/s1600/IMG_2137.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mmcBHtMmHUg/TdVSJ6YSrFI/AAAAAAAADiA/K-TylvUG_uo/s320/IMG_2137.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pAiEblzOVDk/TdVSQVOCJzI/AAAAAAAADiE/NSt5AIxGPMw/s1600/IMG_2138.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pAiEblzOVDk/TdVSQVOCJzI/AAAAAAAADiE/NSt5AIxGPMw/s320/IMG_2138.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BaF1Z9ThuOc/TdVSV0HhIkI/AAAAAAAADiI/UqwxgsYaPeI/s1600/IMG_2139.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BaF1Z9ThuOc/TdVSV0HhIkI/AAAAAAAADiI/UqwxgsYaPeI/s320/IMG_2139.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fU_aTNL7Ef0/TdVSbzN3PPI/AAAAAAAADiM/cz2lYwS6DMw/s1600/IMG_2140.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fU_aTNL7Ef0/TdVSbzN3PPI/AAAAAAAADiM/cz2lYwS6DMw/s320/IMG_2140.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9n0jRcAkeXQ/TdVShfoJ1JI/AAAAAAAADiQ/wlG6yRcu7vg/s1600/IMG_2141.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9n0jRcAkeXQ/TdVShfoJ1JI/AAAAAAAADiQ/wlG6yRcu7vg/s320/IMG_2141.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Mf72QC4Nf0/TdVSnF0xeQI/AAAAAAAADiU/DMpA-nDwBFQ/s1600/IMG_2142.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3Mf72QC4Nf0/TdVSnF0xeQI/AAAAAAAADiU/DMpA-nDwBFQ/s320/IMG_2142.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;celebrating Easter at home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UtFbUTEt1qM/TdVXfQn88tI/AAAAAAAADiY/qbtnIUBC2vY/s1600/IMG_2134.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UtFbUTEt1qM/TdVXfQn88tI/AAAAAAAADiY/qbtnIUBC2vY/s320/IMG_2134.JPG" 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class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;some cute pictures from one of our many trips to the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4N6blEcF9p8/TdVXwpL-AvI/AAAAAAAADik/1KiVYQ4TJjA/s1600/IMG_2126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4N6blEcF9p8/TdVXwpL-AvI/AAAAAAAADik/1KiVYQ4TJjA/s320/IMG_2126.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8KRY60DUsn8/TdVX23LH59I/AAAAAAAADio/YNSkBZ-mH9c/s1600/IMG_2127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8KRY60DUsn8/TdVX23LH59I/AAAAAAAADio/YNSkBZ-mH9c/s320/IMG_2127.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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we dropped daddy off at the airport :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jWn2JoVH8j4/TdVkpqIrm4I/AAAAAAAADi8/2AQiCBnsoHU/s1600/IMG_2185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jWn2JoVH8j4/TdVkpqIrm4I/AAAAAAAADi8/2AQiCBnsoHU/s320/IMG_2185.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U7wHqUNqQ9I/TdVk9sOPxhI/AAAAAAAADjA/5zR1OtKbiqU/s1600/IMG_2186.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U7wHqUNqQ9I/TdVk9sOPxhI/AAAAAAAADjA/5zR1OtKbiqU/s320/IMG_2186.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CdFeYpuJmV4/TdVlRkdrbGI/AAAAAAAADjE/AvqT452hlk4/s1600/IMG_2187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CdFeYpuJmV4/TdVlRkdrbGI/AAAAAAAADjE/AvqT452hlk4/s320/IMG_2187.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;hours later carmen and evan went to a stake primary at the temple, where they planted some trees ( and brought one home)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;isabel and i went to the library but once we got home she really missed them. she was asking for them every 2 minutes. bless.... i don't know what she's going to do when evan starts kindergarten this year :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: 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type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/05/theres-been-more-things-happening.html' title='there&apos;s been more things happening'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mmcBHtMmHUg/TdVSJ6YSrFI/AAAAAAAADiA/K-TylvUG_uo/s72-c/IMG_2137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-3510666929293738191</id><published>2011-05-15T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-15T17:03:16.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>our loss</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my baby#4 is no longer with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he/she left us without warning.&lt;br /&gt;i went to have my ultrasound on thursday.&lt;br /&gt;i even got carmen out of school early so she could see the baby.&lt;br /&gt;and evan would get to see the baby before leaving.&lt;br /&gt;but the&amp;nbsp;technician&amp;nbsp;there said he couldn't see anything.&lt;br /&gt;so he sent me home, and there was nothing for the fam to see :(&lt;br /&gt;i had never had an ultrasound so early, so we never thought anything of it.&lt;br /&gt;the next day, they called me from the clinic. they had the results and i needed to go see a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;today.&lt;br /&gt;it was weird.&lt;br /&gt;a doctor visit on a sunday.&lt;br /&gt;it left us worried.&lt;br /&gt;evan left yesterday and he was worried.&lt;br /&gt;i went to see the doctor and he was very careful in his words.&lt;br /&gt;i noticed he didn't want to say the words: "missed abortion".&lt;br /&gt;that is what i had.&lt;br /&gt;so i am getting another ultrasound tomorrow and we'll go from there.&lt;br /&gt;but for now.&lt;br /&gt;i am sad.&lt;br /&gt;i got over the fear, the wonder...and got all excited, making plans... and now, i gotta change plans again.&lt;br /&gt;i was late for church. i missed sacrament.&lt;br /&gt;sunday school left me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you ask and you don't receive.&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't mean that you don't pray with faith.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you keep the commandments but it doesn't mean everything is going to be ok.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes you just have something to learn.&lt;br /&gt;carmen was sad to hear the bad news. evan got all upset about it.&lt;br /&gt;"my poor baby brother" he said.&lt;br /&gt;bless his heart, he wants a baby brother so bad.&lt;br /&gt;carmen said she really wanted a baby sister or brother, for real.&lt;br /&gt;bless.&lt;br /&gt;she said we'll just wait for Heavenly Father to send us another one.&lt;br /&gt;and that's exactly what we'll do :D&lt;br /&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/6823926720959137062-3510666929293738191?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/3510666929293738191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=3510666929293738191' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/3510666929293738191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/3510666929293738191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/05/our-loss.html' title='our loss'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-901396977259171843</id><published>2011-05-11T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T08:04:13.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mi gozo en un pozo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I thought Evan was staying to 3 weeks and I had him for 3 whole weeks ALL to myself... &amp;nbsp;but no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;First, monday he had to go to UBC,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;then yesterday he had to go into the base ( where he found out that he's not leaving the 31st of May...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;no, he's leaving on saturday!!!!!!!!)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My plans are over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I had so many things to do while he was here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Well, now, I'll be lucky to have a date with him!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We're hoping to get babysitters on friday and go to the Temple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anything will be something!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;3 months...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I knew it was coming, but I'm really not prepared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&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/6823926720959137062-901396977259171843?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-8471808367120681427</id><published>2011-05-07T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T14:33:16.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>it has been 8 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Evan's been gone for 8 days today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The truth is that I can't wait till he gets home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Last night when I was putting Carmen to bed she told me:" I really love daddy. And I want him to be home".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"I know, I want him to come home too. Really soon! Everything is more fun when daddy is home, isn't it?" I said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Yes, and you're happier, you don't have to do everything and you don't yell as much".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hahahahha... I guess Evan does have that calming effect on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;We all really miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am sad he'll miss the kids presentation at Church tomorrow for mother's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Carmen is singing and Evan has to say: Mom, I love you so much!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I would love to share that moment with the man that made me a mother....but oh well... Soon enough!&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/6823926720959137062-8471808367120681427?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/8471808367120681427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=8471808367120681427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/8471808367120681427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/8471808367120681427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-has-been-8-days.html' title='it has been 8 days'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-289449742477073486</id><published>2011-05-05T10:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T10:24:35.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the contract</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;on wednesday i take the kids to a mom's group, and we were talking about how many times a night you get woken up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;this lady said: "oh well, it is part of the contract of becoming a mother".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;did i choose to ignore the small print??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;there are LOTS of things you are not aware of before you have kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i'll take the stretch marks, the varicose veins, the dark under eyes, the worn out boobs, the spills, the messes.... whatever it is in the contract, to have my cute babies!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;after all they are my greatest JEWELS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x9MAw9uwn64/TcLcwCbHeuI/AAAAAAAADh4/GwwZEIxu8GY/s1600/babies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x9MAw9uwn64/TcLcwCbHeuI/AAAAAAAADh4/GwwZEIxu8GY/s320/babies.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXIOFbflI60/TcLcxgkn4bI/AAAAAAAADh8/1KvjdbIwLXw/s1600/isabel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZXIOFbflI60/TcLcxgkn4bI/AAAAAAAADh8/1KvjdbIwLXw/s320/isabel.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Sans', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #2a3753; font-size: 24px; font: normal normal normal 24px/26px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Mothers Who Know Bear Children&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2 style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #2a3753; font: normal normal normal 24px/26px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;(by Julie B. Beck)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" uri="/general-conference/2007/10/mothers-who-know.p3"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mothers who know desire to bear children. Whereas in many cultures in the world children are “becoming less valued,”&lt;sup class="noteMarker" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 1; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: super;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2007/10/mothers-who-know?lang=eng&amp;amp;query=children+jewels#2" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #486fae; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/sup&gt;in the culture of the gospel we still believe in having children. Prophets, seers, and revelators who were sustained at this conference have declared that “God’s commandment for His children to multiply and replenish the earth remains in force.”&lt;sup class="noteMarker" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 1; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: super;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2007/10/mothers-who-know?lang=eng&amp;amp;query=children+jewels#3" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #486fae; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/sup&gt;President Ezra Taft Benson taught that young couples should not postpone having children and that “in the eternal perspective, children—not possessions, not position, not prestige—are our greatest jewels.”&lt;sup class="noteMarker" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 1; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: super;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2007/10/mothers-who-know?lang=eng&amp;amp;query=children+jewels#4" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #486fae; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" uri="/general-conference/2007/10/mothers-who-know.p4"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Faithful daughters of God desire children. In the scriptures we read of Eve (see&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="scriptureRef" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/moses/4.26?lang=eng#25" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #486fae; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Moses 4:26&lt;/a&gt;), Sarah (see&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="scriptureRef" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/ot/gen/17.16?lang=eng#15" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #486fae; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Genesis 17:16&lt;/a&gt;), Rebekah (see&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="scriptureRef" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/ot/gen/24.60?lang=eng#59" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #486fae; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Genesis 24:60&lt;/a&gt;), and Mary (see&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="scriptureRef" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/1-ne/11.13-20?lang=eng#12" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #486fae; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;1 Nephi 11:13–20&lt;/a&gt;), who were foreordained to be mothers before children were born to them. Some women are not given the responsibility of bearing children in mortality, but just as Hannah of the Old Testament prayed fervently for her child (see&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="scriptureRef" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/ot/1-sam/1.11?lang=eng#10" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #486fae; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;1 Samuel 1:11&lt;/a&gt;), the value women place on motherhood in this life and the attributes of motherhood they attain here will rise with them in the Resurrection (see&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="scriptureRef" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/130.18?lang=eng#17" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #486fae; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;D&amp;amp;C 130:18&lt;/a&gt;). Women who desire and work toward that blessing in this life are promised they will receive it for all eternity, and eternity is much, much longer than mortality. There is eternal influence and power in motherhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-289449742477073486?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/289449742477073486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=289449742477073486' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/289449742477073486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/289449742477073486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/05/contract_05.html' title='the contract'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x9MAw9uwn64/TcLcwCbHeuI/AAAAAAAADh4/GwwZEIxu8GY/s72-c/babies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-4956603543785958272</id><published>2011-05-05T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T10:05:31.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the contract</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on wednesday i take the kids to a mom's group, and we were talking about how many times a night you get woken up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this lady said: "oh well, it is part of the contract of becoming a mother".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;did i choose to ignore the small print??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there are LOTS of things you are not aware of before you have kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'll take the stretch marks, the varicose veins, the dark under eyes, the worn out boobs, the spills, the messes.... whatever it is in the contract, to have my cute babies!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after all they are my greatest JEWELS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #2f393a; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Sans', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #2a3753; font-size: 24px; font: normal normal normal 24px/26px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Mothers Who Know Bear Children (by Julie B. Beck)&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" uri="/general-conference/2007/10/mothers-who-know.p3"&gt;Mothers who know desire to bear children. Whereas in many cultures in the world children are “becoming less valued,”&lt;sup class="noteMarker" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: super;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2007/10/mothers-who-know?lang=eng&amp;amp;query=children+jewels#2" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #486fae; font-size: 9px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;2&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/sup&gt;in the culture of the gospel we still believe in having children. Prophets, seers, and revelators who were sustained at this conference have declared that “God’s commandment for His children to multiply and replenish the earth remains in force.”&lt;sup class="noteMarker" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: super;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2007/10/mothers-who-know?lang=eng&amp;amp;query=children+jewels#3" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #486fae; font-size: 9px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;3&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/sup&gt;President Ezra Taft Benson taught that young couples should not postpone having children and that “in the eternal perspective, children—not possessions, not position, not prestige—are our greatest jewels.”&lt;sup class="noteMarker" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 10px; line-height: 1; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: super;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/2007/10/mothers-who-know?lang=eng&amp;amp;query=children+jewels#4" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #486fae; font-size: 9px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;" uri="/general-conference/2007/10/mothers-who-know.p4"&gt;Faithful daughters of God desire children. In the scriptures we read of Eve (see&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="scriptureRef" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/pgp/moses/4.26?lang=eng#25" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #486fae; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Moses 4:26&lt;/a&gt;), Sarah (see&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="scriptureRef" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/ot/gen/17.16?lang=eng#15" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #486fae; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Genesis 17:16&lt;/a&gt;), Rebekah (see&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="scriptureRef" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/ot/gen/24.60?lang=eng#59" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #486fae; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Genesis 24:60&lt;/a&gt;), and Mary (see&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="scriptureRef" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/bofm/1-ne/11.13-20?lang=eng#12" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #486fae; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;1 Nephi 11:13–20&lt;/a&gt;), who were foreordained to be mothers before children were born to them. Some women are not given the responsibility of bearing children in mortality, but just as Hannah of the Old Testament prayed fervently for her child (see&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="scriptureRef" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/ot/1-sam/1.11?lang=eng#10" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #486fae; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;1 Samuel 1:11&lt;/a&gt;), the value women place on motherhood in this life and the attributes of motherhood they attain here will rise with them in the Resurrection (see&amp;nbsp;&lt;a class="scriptureRef" href="http://lds.org/scriptures/dc-testament/dc/130.18?lang=eng#17" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #486fae; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;D&amp;amp;C 130:18&lt;/a&gt;). Women who desire and work toward that blessing in this life are promised they will receive it for all eternity, and eternity is much, much longer than mortality. There is eternal influence and power in motherhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-4956603543785958272?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-1818206167865701185</id><published>2011-05-02T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T20:18:03.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost $600 later...and I can see!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;This morning I drove all the kids to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It was a grey,&amp;nbsp;rainy&amp;nbsp;day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I struggled to get there... not very good&amp;nbsp;visibility&amp;nbsp;to start with and without glasses, it was even worse!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I couldn't even sleep last night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Woke up at 4 and started looking around for them some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I felt so pressure thinking of all the things I had to do and how I couldn't drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So first thing in the morning, I made an appointment for an eye exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I got my&amp;nbsp;neighbor&amp;nbsp;to drive me and got me a pair of contact lenses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My vision has actually improved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;That's good :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;She said I have the healthiest eyes ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Nice!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;She made my day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;She kept telling me that I looked amazing: "You have such beautiful bone&amp;nbsp;structure, but I am sure you get that all the time".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yeah, right!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"You remind me of my friend. She models. You look just like her. So pretty"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;She was amazingly beautiful herself. I think that's why it was so easy for her to compliment me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Anyway... I had a great time. I mean, I wanted to wrap her and take her home with me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And of course it felt so much better to be able to function and accomplish everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I don't like unexpected expenses like this...but at least I had money aside to do my wisdom teeth and since I ended up not using it, of course something would come up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So, I would be grateful :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/1818206167865701185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/05/almost-600-laterand-i-can-see.html' title='Almost $600 later...and I can see!'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-8608938868968382730</id><published>2011-05-01T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T19:19:32.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't say I never broke the law</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I did something&amp;nbsp;illegal&amp;nbsp;today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I lost my glasses ( this is not what is illegal, keep reading!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Oooops! i did it again ( as my good friend Britney would say)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Yes, I know what you're thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It must be my pregnant mind forgetting things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I guess at least I have one symptom ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I went through my routine last night, and I was so tired by the time I hit the sack, I don't remember what I did with my glasses when I got to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I always get them out once I am in bed and put them on my dresser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;But they are not there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;They are not ANYWHERE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I said all the prayers I know, and NOTHING!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I had to drive to Church without glasses :( ( this is what it is against the law)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I am a very bad person, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;So irresponsible!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Believe me, I was praying the whole way there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Good thing it's Sunday and nobody is on the road, and it is a pretty straight forward way to get there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It can't be that Isabel grabbed them and put them anywhere, because I went to bed after her, and woke up before her, and the glasses are MIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;What can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Arggggghhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&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/6823926720959137062-8608938868968382730?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/8608938868968382730/comments/default' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-947487432603528241</id><published>2011-04-30T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T09:11:40.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a romantic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love weddings....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;so of course i would watch the wedding of the year!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and of course i cried!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;they are so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7pJToKooKys/TbwzADzl8kI/AAAAAAAADhs/GrdjaygFGOE/s1600/royal-wedding-kiss-frowning-flower-girl.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7pJToKooKys/TbwzADzl8kI/AAAAAAAADhs/GrdjaygFGOE/s320/royal-wedding-kiss-frowning-flower-girl.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love to see people in love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i always tell evan &amp;nbsp;i want to have a wedding again, one that i actually care about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i &amp;nbsp;just wanted to marry him that didn't care much about what went on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i loved my wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;but i still want to do it again! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-947487432603528241?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/947487432603528241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=947487432603528241' title='0 Comments'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-2596841302378986972</id><published>2011-04-28T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T20:39:56.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so, one of the good things about being pregnant is that i didn't get my wisdom teeth out today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the dentist said to wait at least until after the first trimester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the bad news is that if evan is gone the summer then i will have to wait till he is home to do it. but that's when i was going to go on the trip with my friends :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hopefully i can do both.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like if anyone wants to come and take care of me during the summer for a couple of weeks :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-2596841302378986972?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/2596841302378986972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=2596841302378986972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/2596841302378986972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/2596841302378986972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/04/well-wait.html' title='we&apos;ll wait'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-7844834486478191485</id><published>2011-04-28T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T10:51:25.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>warning; this is a long post. read only if you want to know the story of when i found out i was pregnant.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;wednesday april 20th ....a day to remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;in the morning, i had this interesting conversation with evan about having my sister tania's in vitro baby in my uterus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i've thought long about my poor sister not being able to have babies and maybe this could give her one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;well... if you can imagine, that conversation turned into tears really fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;so much crying kind of &amp;nbsp;took evan by surprise, and he kept saying that it was not normal, that it was because i was pregnant!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;well... i was convinced i wasn't. we had done everything not to get pregnant. so it couldn't be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;any other time when i've been late i've freaked out about it, but this time being 5 days late seemed not to have that effect on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;but going about the day i thought i would go to the doctor and make sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i dropped off lunch for carmen, had to get a few things, while i was waiting i went and had my eyebrows done... and then i wasn't sure i had so much time before i had to get carmen from school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;but i decided i could squeeze the doctor, so i went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;even there in the bathroom&amp;nbsp;peeing&amp;nbsp;in the cup, i was totally convinced that it couldn't be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;the doctor came in the room and said: "Positive".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i asked: "positive, what??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"positive, positive you're pregnant"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;breathe deep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;breathe deep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;or just cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;so i did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;poor isabel sawmy tear and came to my side to console me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;evan asked me what was wrong, and told him there was a baby in my belly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"really??" he said with a big smile on his face...and then he hugged me ever so gently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i sometimes wonder what the doctor thinks about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;always on my own with the 3 kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and now a 4th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;he asked me what i wanted to do about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i can't believe someone could commit abortion. and even make the decision right there without even telling their spouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;so we got an appointment for a blood test and ultra sound, but he told me to wait at least 2 weeks to have it done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;needless to say i cried all the way back to carmen's school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;when i got there i told my friend paula and cried a bit more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;when evan got home i had no intentions to tell him, but he did remember to ask me if i had gone to the doctor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;but i told him i hadn't. no time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;but then i told him that no i wasn't pregnant, but the doctor prescribed me something to go get the paper in my bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;he saw the blood test, and then read in the ultrasound "FIRST TRIMESTER".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;he looked at me...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"you're pregnant!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"yes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;" but...for real!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;real...seemed so unreal...but yes, for real!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;we got in our room and talked about my feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;to tell you the truth i didn't know how to feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i always knew i would have a fourth...but now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i was a bit confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;after that much crying i fell asleep, while evan looked on line for s new car that would sit our 4 kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;that nap felt good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i woke up, with a much needed sense of peace and actually JOY about this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;the only thing i feared was my family's reaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;but i told tania ( i knew she would be positive about it) and i asked her to please tell the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;the least thing i need is to hear negativity, not when it is something i am so happy about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i let some days go by before actually talking to my mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;by then she had come to terms with the fact and it wasn't that bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;we talked on skype with evan's parents that are serving a mission in tobago, and they were so excited. they come back in december, and my mom-in-law said: what a beautiful welcome home present!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;she is my hero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;anyway...everyone around me is so excited so that makes me really happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i am really really happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i can't wait to meet my baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i can't wait to find out who it is.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;we are hoping for Jonas Isaac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;if it is a girl we don't have a name yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;my choice will be micaela &amp;nbsp;(my dad's mother's name) or manuela ( my dad's sister's name....see, he has three sisters: an isabel a carmen and a manuela....so it will be perfect!) but evan is not &amp;nbsp;on board! he is such a party pooper sometimes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;oh well.... ideas???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-7844834486478191485?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/7844834486478191485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=7844834486478191485' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/7844834486478191485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/7844834486478191485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/04/warning-this-is-long-post-read-only-if.html' title='warning; this is a long post. read only if you want to know the story of when i found out i was pregnant.'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-1451240139048632402</id><published>2011-04-25T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T23:14:21.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;it was only 5 days i had to wait to announce it to the world... but it seemed like forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i wanted my family in spain to hear about it first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i am getting more and more excited about this baby each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i am feeling great, if it wasn't the case i am afraid i wouldn't be so excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i am waiting a couple of weeks to get my ultra sound and to find a midwife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;when all that starts then it might feel more real. because i am still in a bit of a shock :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;anyway.... good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;remember how stressed i was about so many things happening these days??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;well.. baby has brought an incredible sense of peace to my soul!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;it has really calmed me down and it's making me look at things in the right perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;love it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;people may think i would be more worried and stressed and fearful... but i am at peace. i am peacefully at peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;baby is already a blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i really don't understand how people don't want to have babies!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i love my babies....love them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-1451240139048632402?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/1451240139048632402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-3526457562683515928</id><published>2011-04-24T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T08:32:52.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i can't keep it a secret any longer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YAGc_3tCFZU/TbRCV0nDcuI/AAAAAAAADho/Sd2QVqWVwmM/s1600/cig%25C3%25BCe%25C3%25B1a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YAGc_3tCFZU/TbRCV0nDcuI/AAAAAAAADho/Sd2QVqWVwmM/s1600/cig%25C3%25BCe%25C3%25B1a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;baby #4 is on its way!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YAGc_3tCFZU/TbRCV0nDcuI/AAAAAAAADho/Sd2QVqWVwmM/s72-c/cig%25C3%25BCe%25C3%25B1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-268598971992748009</id><published>2011-04-22T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T15:19:38.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this baby of mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-5723248204503007435</id><published>2011-04-17T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T22:01:03.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>April Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;this month is so crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i hope i somehow survive it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;evan is done with classes but still has finals to go through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;we're hoping for excellent grades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i've been on top of him with his studies.... i looked like my mom at her worst!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;he got home with an 82% and all i could think was: not good enough!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i can be such a jerk sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;he is so good, i always expect so much... and i love the 96%!! but i have to learn to celebrate any accomplishment, as small as it may seem.... it has cost him great effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;at the end of the month he is gone for 10 days with the army :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;he is going to miss mother's day :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and after that he'll probably be home for 2 weeks and then he'll be gone for the whole summer again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;the thought is stressing me already :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i will also be getting my 3 remaining wisdom teeth the day before he leaves.... horrible timing :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i don't know how i've managed to invite everyone in the world to come to my house in these next two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;between playdates, visits, dinners, family home evenings, easter...etc i am on overload!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;(plus my piano classes, the kids groups, grocery shopping trips, doctors appointments, rs activities, primary activities!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i tell you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i am going crazy by the minute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;but then, i can't say i can't wiat for this month to be over because it means that evan will be gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;so....heaven help me :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-6493682483067925813</id><published>2011-04-15T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T17:00:29.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what a combo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;it is friday and i am hormonal.... which makes for a HUGE chocolate craving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3E2nZZjvCmw/TajaUFMayYI/AAAAAAAADg0/HRHmjxN4Cic/s1600/cupcake.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3E2nZZjvCmw/TajaUFMayYI/AAAAAAAADg0/HRHmjxN4Cic/s1600/cupcake.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;seeing &lt;a href="http://www.tablespoon.com/recipes/chocolate-chip-cookie-cupcakes-recipe/1/print/"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;( click for the recipe) didn't help either!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i want one!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;now i am too lazy to make them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;so the craving continues :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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lunch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( that way i don't have to get the kids out of the car...less of an ordeal :P)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;well... i went and there she was... by the zebra crossing playing with some rocks, waiting for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my heart melted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she came to the door and grabbed her food: "What do i have?" she asked, waiting so excitedly for the answer. "Pizza, and oatmeal cookies!" i said. She smiled from ear to ear! she blew me a kiss, waived good-bye and close the car door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but, here ( call me stupid...) is when i didn't want to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she just stood there waiving good-bye and i didn't move. I could hear her say :"you can leave now!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but since we weren't moving, she came and pushed her cute little nose against the window to say bye to evan and isabel in the back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she smiled at them too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my dear daughter,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is so grown up, and here i am trying to stop time and retain this moment forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know many people have suggested that i worked to have a better financial situation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the luxury of not living check by check.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i am grateful i haven't worked since i became a mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am glad i haven't missed any little detail of their first 5 years of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;call me stupid, but i wouldn't change it for a better car, for a house of my own, for more vacation trips, matching furniture or better/more clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;call me stupid, but my kids are my everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-210958564439303176?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/210958564439303176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=210958564439303176' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/210958564439303176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/210958564439303176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/04/call-me-stupid.html' title='call me stupid...'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-2053595802049972615</id><published>2011-04-10T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T16:38:17.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>keeping the sabath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i'm fasting today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;a proper one this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i have so many things to ask my heavenly father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;so i am determined to do my part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i took the time to explain to carmen what fasting and fast offerings are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;she is really special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;she got it. no problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;she was so excited to give the envelope to bishop today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;and she was also excited to share her testimony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;she said she knew Jesus loved her and she loved him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;even though we can't see him, he is always near.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;she is amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;it was evan jr's first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;he said that the book of mormon is true and that pres. monson is a prophet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;later in sunday school the teacher asked us to mention the virtues of our children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;nobody seemed to volunteer so i jumped in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;my kids are amazing in every way possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;so full of love, ready to forgive and forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;i had to share it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;our teacher, by the way, looks exactly like my dad.... and teaches a bit like him too. it is really weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;something that i re-learned today was that God's mission is to elevate us, to make of us something greater than what we could accomplish on our own.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;satan, on the other hand, wants us to be miserable like him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"wickedness was never happiness".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;when we are not doing what's right we are miserable, and sometimes we want everyone else to be miserable like us. we are just being instruments in satan's hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;in fact, when we are not elevating our fellowmen, we are on the enemy's side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;that's my thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;now i'm baking potatoes, buns almost ready to go in the oven, chili in the crock pot and a salad... just waiting for the missionaries to get home and eat!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;great sabbath if you ask me :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-2053595802049972615?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/2053595802049972615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=2053595802049972615' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/2053595802049972615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/2053595802049972615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/04/keeping-sabath.html' title='keeping the sabath'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-99725037201866565</id><published>2011-04-04T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T17:02:31.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the end of spring break</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;last friday i was feeling a bit sad that spring break was ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i had thought about doing so many things...but didn't get around doing much.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;two weeks went flying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;so on friday, after my piano classes ( and getting paid for march!!! yeay!!) we did a couple errands and met daddy at the movies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;carmen had been counting the days till HOP was out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;so we all went.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;it was ages since we had been to the movies, and it was Isabel's first time as a toddler ( first and last, let me tell you!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2imFo5Ixou8/TZpaS4nXy3I/AAAAAAAADgE/uFqfzkFwBP8/s1600/IMG_2102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2imFo5Ixou8/TZpaS4nXy3I/AAAAAAAADgE/uFqfzkFwBP8/s320/IMG_2102.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;it is probably the last time we go at all...because it is flipping expensive!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;after pop corn and all.. too expensive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;then i treated the fam to earl's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;evan said: "we have to say thanks to mommy cause she is using all her piano money on us"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i could have used it to get a new dress and new shoes.... but no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i really couldn't have spent it better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;it was fun fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;it is always fun being with my kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;it is always messy... but it is always fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpegH_7B9qg/TZpaXx5JerI/AAAAAAAADgI/ebkLMUhA_h0/s1600/IMG_2103.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bpegH_7B9qg/TZpaXx5JerI/AAAAAAAADgI/ebkLMUhA_h0/s320/IMG_2103.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OM8_SdBBMSg/TZpad7Pg1pI/AAAAAAAADgM/FSbXOikYq-4/s1600/IMG_2104.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OM8_SdBBMSg/TZpad7Pg1pI/AAAAAAAADgM/FSbXOikYq-4/s320/IMG_2104.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8QPCc70ulRo/TZpaiYPuQYI/AAAAAAAADgQ/IFCnQfcgiGU/s1600/IMG_2105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8QPCc70ulRo/TZpaiYPuQYI/AAAAAAAADgQ/IFCnQfcgiGU/s320/IMG_2105.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ICLWDiCEzeE/TZpanOg5AHI/AAAAAAAADgU/RXDns710vyo/s1600/IMG_2106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ICLWDiCEzeE/TZpanOg5AHI/AAAAAAAADgU/RXDns710vyo/s320/IMG_2106.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GOVtObbuYyQ/TZpatAA_PgI/AAAAAAAADgY/6uLrg3iYHzY/s1600/IMG_2107.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GOVtObbuYyQ/TZpatAA_PgI/AAAAAAAADgY/6uLrg3iYHzY/s320/IMG_2107.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_v5mqfcp0CE/TZpa4QuCUUI/AAAAAAAADgg/fjzWPkJ4i2k/s1600/IMG_2108.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_v5mqfcp0CE/TZpa4QuCUUI/AAAAAAAADgg/fjzWPkJ4i2k/s320/IMG_2108.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;carmen took this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-utO27SHTxfY/TZpa_Ahm3CI/AAAAAAAADgk/44dES6myxxc/s1600/IMG_2109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-utO27SHTxfY/TZpa_Ahm3CI/AAAAAAAADgk/44dES6myxxc/s320/IMG_2109.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and of course evan wanted a turn too :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;(never mind my super natural smile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jd_lAT4b0Sk/TZpbFmxgWNI/AAAAAAAADgo/U17PCy-HDMY/s1600/IMG_2110.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jd_lAT4b0Sk/TZpbFmxgWNI/AAAAAAAADgo/U17PCy-HDMY/s320/IMG_2110.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;saturday was nice out, so after the&lt;a href="http://lds.org/general-conference/watch?lang=eng"&gt; General Conference&lt;/a&gt; sessions, and daddy was gone to the Priesthood one, we went to the park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sunday, after conference, Laura came over for dinner and we played some games which made my kids super hyper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;they had a bath...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;and ready for school the next day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;so that's it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;no more holidays for a while.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;a short while, right??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i can't wait!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;i can't wait for nice weather and summer holidays!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&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/6823926720959137062-99725037201866565?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/99725037201866565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=99725037201866565' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/99725037201866565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/99725037201866565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/04/end-of-spring-break.html' title='the end of spring break'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2imFo5Ixou8/TZpaS4nXy3I/AAAAAAAADgE/uFqfzkFwBP8/s72-c/IMG_2102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-5586135080965773601</id><published>2011-03-31T09:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T09:07:01.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i got the bra stick thingys today...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they are just ok.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they are not big enough for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel discriminated against.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why is it so hard to find bras for big boobs??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i decided i am going to plan a trip to vegas for my ladies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i miss being with my friends... and it is well known that spanish people have more fun!! :D&lt;br /&gt;so...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm thinking first week in september, just before school starts, get away to vegas for 3-4 nights?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i think it would be great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;party time like in the good old days! :D&lt;br /&gt;it would do wonders for my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;of course i would love to see you all.&lt;br /&gt;so let me know if you're in and i'll get on it!&lt;br /&gt;ya sabeis: patricia, tania, patricia a, lara, irene, lorena, natalia, las misiego, las iglesias...&lt;br /&gt;quien mas esta por ahi q se me olvida?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-5586135080965773601?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/5586135080965773601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=5586135080965773601' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/5586135080965773601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/5586135080965773601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/03/fyi_31.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-6262792903597068330</id><published>2011-03-30T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T09:07:40.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;finally we did something out of the ordinary for spring break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;we went swimming with tracy and francia and the girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nrqu-AtNSXo/TZNP81ScQCI/AAAAAAAADek/pjsnC7oiHZA/s1600/IMG_2074.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nrqu-AtNSXo/TZNP81ScQCI/AAAAAAAADek/pjsnC7oiHZA/s320/IMG_2074.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MnOU8Lvtcoo/TZNQDorZe2I/AAAAAAAADeo/Bc-dA6sGyZ4/s1600/IMG_2075.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MnOU8Lvtcoo/TZNQDorZe2I/AAAAAAAADeo/Bc-dA6sGyZ4/s320/IMG_2075.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;we had so much fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;after we went to tracy's where we made pizzas.i had prepared 4 and they all dissappeared in a matter of minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;such a hit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;then the girls had a "nail coloring party"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;it was so cute to watch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dYcVJ_ryzlI/TZNQJKxMjPI/AAAAAAAADes/ZlL5_EdLii0/s1600/IMG_2076.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" 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center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;so beautiful!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YCUzh6vQILw/TZNQ2ak0j1I/AAAAAAAADfI/0SgIJiJ2Zf4/s1600/IMG_2088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YCUzh6vQILw/TZNQ2ak0j1I/AAAAAAAADfI/0SgIJiJ2Zf4/s320/IMG_2088.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hxb5p1i4WLI/TZNQ8WJXAfI/AAAAAAAADfM/Lhk25wSYefk/s1600/IMG_2089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hxb5p1i4WLI/TZNQ8WJXAfI/AAAAAAAADfM/Lhk25wSYefk/s320/IMG_2089.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sb4r7_DECRA/TZNRazyTnUI/AAAAAAAADfg/cNETPLXFnG4/s320/IMG_2098.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JbkZdq8JnNs/TZNRhLpjBvI/AAAAAAAADfk/D1vgdb9ItoA/s1600/IMG_2099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JbkZdq8JnNs/TZNRhLpjBvI/AAAAAAAADfk/D1vgdb9ItoA/s320/IMG_2099.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;she was pretty upset she wasn't the star of the&amp;nbsp;photo shoot&amp;nbsp;anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;it is hard to share the spotlight, apparently :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;evan is a top model too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;so cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aw2FjPKkvvI/TZNU74JjTBI/AAAAAAAADfo/5Rz8hOuQOug/s1600/IMG_2091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" 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class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hfoaX1Xmi-o/TZNVNgAPHjI/AAAAAAAADf0/Q4ZbuACZfNI/s1600/IMG_2094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hfoaX1Xmi-o/TZNVNgAPHjI/AAAAAAAADf0/Q4ZbuACZfNI/s320/IMG_2094.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;so there... my kids looking great lately :D&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/6823926720959137062-6262792903597068330?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/6262792903597068330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Nrqu-AtNSXo/TZNP81ScQCI/AAAAAAAADek/pjsnC7oiHZA/s72-c/IMG_2074.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-9085644326710590530</id><published>2011-03-29T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T08:14:43.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>manning park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i had an amazing weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;getting ready for it i felt a bit apprehensive about being there with all those young kids ( 21-25 year old's are the young kids i'm talking about??? how have things changed so much for me?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;last time i attended a formal i felt so out of place that i was afraid it will be more of the same.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was so fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;on the bus there (we left at 10am) people started drinking already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;gross!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;we got there had lunch had a little nap and went tubing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;my first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;there were some girls that were wearing flats and jeans... these canadians are crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;thank goodness i borrowed some snow pants and boots because i wouldn't have lasted a minute after getting soaked in the snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;it was super fun. i hadn't laughed so hard in a while!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;we took some videos of ourselves going down the tracks... and they make me laugh all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8jClQ8qZe-Y/TZK0F-SoEqI/AAAAAAAADd4/lR2Z1upO8lg/s320/199464_1554637039357_1638120121_1194308_4375268_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589728102233674402" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iSDSR09edc0/TZKxhnYZbWI/AAAAAAAADdQ/d6Uq4S1XnuQ/s320/IMG_2050.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589725278585318754" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aCzCeqtf4rQ/TZKxhSLGkVI/AAAAAAAADdI/6bm4jwx_xXM/s320/IMG_2054.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589725272892412242" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2WFWFmamNdY/TZKxhzXZVPI/AAAAAAAADdY/5JvC-4nrlxg/s320/IMG_2053.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589725281802343666" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zr1EHUjh4z8/TZKxiHtx2GI/AAAAAAAADdg/kAAxxu4TaK8/s320/IMG_2065.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589725287264933986" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;the cabin was so nice too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;they had a swimming pool, sauna and hot tub, but even though we brought our swimming suits we didn't go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;i mean... i imagined that to be like the bachelor pad... and i wasn't going there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;we loved it so much we want to go again with the whole clan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;that happens all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;we find something fun and we want to do it with our kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;they would love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;the dinner was super nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;i loved the food.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;after that, we had the whole cabin to ourselves because everyone gathered in a chalet to drink and party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;they had given us the "parent room"... well, i think we'd earned it :D so we enjoyed some privacy, anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;until our roommates came at around 3'30 all drunk and with the intention to continue the party, so evan had to get out and kick everyone out and send them to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;they all respect evan and look up to him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;i really enjoy all the guys from the fraternity. they are good kids. and they all made a point of helping me feel comfortable there, chatted with me, made me feel a part of the group... they were great. and to my surprise many complimented my look (again you can be attractive and modest at the same time).i mean... i am sure someone must have been wondering why i had an undershirt and leggings underneath my dress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;i was the odd one that wasn't showing any skin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;but i feel good about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;one can still rock it without looking like a stripper!! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q8eAJ2adsKQ/TZK0GBtIy4I/AAAAAAAADeA/_-5LlCBEGTY/s320/189841_10150142424608537_515023536_6373222_549197_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589728103150177154" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pEy_HZhRpWM/TZK0FawQCBI/AAAAAAAADdw/TunXC9ozq04/s320/197539_1554683480518_1638120121_1194596_7811293_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589728092694251538" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RJrs-0kBapE/TZK0FBDmndI/AAAAAAAADdo/ggcf3uuSSkk/s320/197223_10150221366548765_509028764_9120778_6298824_n.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589728085796101586" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;anyway, all went way too fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;of course the kids didn't want to come back home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;and tracy said they were really good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;which makes me really happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;i missed them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;but there is no price to coming home to silence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;we were reminded very quickly what it is like to have three kidlets around!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;you gotta love that!&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/6823926720959137062-9085644326710590530?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/9085644326710590530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=9085644326710590530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/9085644326710590530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/9085644326710590530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/03/manning-park.html' title='manning park'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8jClQ8qZe-Y/TZK0F-SoEqI/AAAAAAAADd4/lR2Z1upO8lg/s72-c/199464_1554637039357_1638120121_1194308_4375268_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-399625756498502698</id><published>2011-03-25T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T09:55:19.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm leaving!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this weekend i'll be in a little cozy cabin in &lt;a href="http://www.manningpark.com/"&gt;manning park&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;some mountain activities and a fancy dinner... and two nights by ourselves!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( i hope isabel wil be good for auntie tracy!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm so excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-399625756498502698?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/399625756498502698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=399625756498502698' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/399625756498502698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/399625756498502698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/03/great-escape.html' title='The Great Escape'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-5972570834895232973</id><published>2011-03-22T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T09:27:55.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my babe is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he's done another of his songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;here is the &lt;a href="http://evanclarke.blogspot.com/"&gt;link &lt;/a&gt;so you can hear some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and you can buy his album &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Great-Conspiracy/dp/B003ME9ASY/ref=sr_1_28?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;qid=1300811134&amp;amp;sr=8-28"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and &lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/ca/album/the-great-conspiracy/id372831310"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-5972570834895232973?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-2216856126230303184</id><published>2011-03-22T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T00:31:18.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my favorite is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my kids were telling each other what their favorite movies were. carmen said "duma" and "g-force" ( we had just seen that one, but duma... it has been a while, so it was a bit impressive).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;carmen fascinates me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is amazing to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;today we had just finished watching brother bear 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;there is a part where little koda misses his late mother, and the girl tells him" when you love somebody they will be forever in your heart" and carmen says: just like great grandma B!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i asked her how that was like grandma B. she told me she died, but she will always be on our hearts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she hardly spent any time with her on earth, but i know their relationship was larger than that time spent here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she loves her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;even before she met her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and she loves her still.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is just an amazing kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is more than her 6 years old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;her spirit is so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;our spirits are so much more than our bodies, than our age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and my 6 year old daughter reminds me of this everyday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-2216856126230303184?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/2216856126230303184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=2216856126230303184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/2216856126230303184'/><link rel='self' 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bras...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; a little less than shopping for them, but i hate them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;yes, i don't care if they die.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i want to be bra free.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway.... i saw this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brastick.com/index.php?country=CA&amp;amp;a=001&amp;amp;b=stick"&gt;http://www.brastick.com/index.php?country=CA&amp;amp;a=001&amp;amp;b=stick&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wonder if i will like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i might try it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-9020654675193150980?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-3550606180566894659</id><published>2011-03-18T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T09:17:13.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>carmen....artist and environmentalist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she likes nature, she likes to sing.... she makes up a song about taking care of our land.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;when she said she wanted to sing for me, i immediately grabbed the camera and pushed record!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is going into history, i thought :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so, enjoy, and celebrate earth day next saturday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;let's join our forces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and not let anything come and stop you :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QF72Yh5DKQg?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-3550606180566894659?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/3550606180566894659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=3550606180566894659' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/3550606180566894659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have missed 4 weeks of church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i made it today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;finally everyone is feeling good and we could go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i had forgotten how hard it is to keep my kids quiet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;especially when i am on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evan is free next week, so he'll come to church with us. yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i finally payed tithing. i really dislike having the tithing home for all this long time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i got my papers signed by the bishop so i can finally get my legal documents by the name of Esther Jabonero Clarke. I'm so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i also got the chance to chat with him a little. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i really like him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that calling of a bishop is amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is very clear to me that bishops have the support of angels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evan got a talk in sacrament in a few weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i had a lesson in rs a few weeks ago and church was cancelled because of snow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this coming wednesday we have the celebration for the rs 169 anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am really excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; i love all the activities we have with the sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this week i need to set an appointment to get my other wisdom teeth out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;how exciting :/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-8347275927907312549?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/8347275927907312549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=8347275927907312549' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/8347275927907312549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/8347275927907312549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/03/one-month.html' title='one month'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-1235253370278079156</id><published>2011-03-09T18:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T18:23:03.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>somethings...they just take some time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i have a confession to make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just cleaned the inside of the car since we got back from our Christmas holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's embarrasing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i should be ashamed of myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but that's another thing that it is hard to do when you have kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but... i did it and now it is clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so super clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because i even got the car seat covers out, and the blanket that i put underneath the seats to get all the crumbs and things that fall off the seats, and the floor things... all that i washed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so now my car is clean :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i took evan jr to get his "silver teeth" as they call them now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he was excited, he said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but poor thing, he didn't handle the pain and the coming out of the anesthesia too well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i could hear him crying from the waiting area, but they wouldn't let me in just then. i had to turn around and not let them see my tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this experience is very traumatic for a mother, let me tell ya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i didn't want my kids to see my crying either,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but as hard as i tried to hide it in my voice, i couldn't hold back the tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he was really excited to get his surprise, so much he didn't go to sleep in the car but rather played with his new toys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he is so good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;his teeth do hurt though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but he is doing just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what a good boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;let's hope i don;t have to visit the dentist for a while now :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-1235253370278079156?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/1235253370278079156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=1235253370278079156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/1235253370278079156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/1235253370278079156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/03/somethingsthey-just-take-some-time.html' title='somethings...they just take some time'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-2793842171041393461</id><published>2011-03-07T18:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T18:58:35.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lo q dicen los ninyos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;estamos intentando tener solo dos horas de tele/ordenador en casa estos dias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pero hoy evan (no es solo hoy, y es siempre evan) intento hacerse con un rato mas, pero voy yo y le apago la tele. le digo: "ya no mas tele, que tienes los ojos cuadrados como la tele".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a lo q me responde: " me voy a ver en el espejo".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me meo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pobrecillo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pero asi con la tonteria, se le olvido que no habia mas tele. porq siempre me la monta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a lo mejor se cree que de verdad se te ponen los ojos com la tele de tanto verla! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me encantan los ninyos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-2793842171041393461?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/2793842171041393461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=2793842171041393461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/2793842171041393461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/2793842171041393461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/03/lo-q-dicen-los-ninyos.html' title='lo q dicen los ninyos'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-1846952922565362721</id><published>2011-03-07T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T11:41:50.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>too much is too much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it looks like i'm always sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and it sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was thinking about the time when i've felt the most healthier and it was when i was taking herbalife.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i've started to take it again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;see what happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i need all that energy back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and all my health back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;isabel is sick too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she's always sick.... and i know her diet is not really good, so that might be the answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is the one that gives me most problems when it is time to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wish she was like carmen. she eats everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and evan...i think he is a vegeterain... never puts meat in his mouth. good for him! i am happy when he eats fish though. he seems to love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but isabel....man. that girl just wants cheese, yoghurt and sugary stuff. of course.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and she's always snacking so she'll never eat much at the table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;anyway... i am a really bad mom... i let this 2 year old take control of what she eats&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stress gets me down too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i am super stressed right now with all the dentist stuff going on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thankgoodness i'm healing well from the wisdom teeth, carmen is doing amazing ( but let me tell you...that was a traumatic experience for me. to see your child close her eyes and leave her there, with a mask on, on an OR....scary) and evan goes this week. and i will have to go again for the remaining wisdom teeth... not a fun time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;in addition to my stress level, the police pulled me over, claiming he saw me talking on my cell phone...which i am totally disputing, but i got so upset by it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i never talk on the phone while driving!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i had carmen on the back, 1 hours after her procedure, just barely coming out of her anesthesia and i was driving so carefully so she wouldn't be sick....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway... i guess i'll see him in court.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;loser!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ok... it sucks to be me right now.... hopefully it will get better soon :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-1846952922565362721?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/1846952922565362721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=1846952922565362721' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/1846952922565362721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/1846952922565362721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/03/too-much-is-too-much.html' title='too much is too much'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-1050580529656071120</id><published>2011-03-02T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T17:57:23.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>before... and after</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i never got my wisdom out when i was younger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've been suffering for over a year now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;always too poor to deal with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i call UBC... the will charge me $25 per tooth... heck, appointment booked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've been wanting to go to montana's since forever and evan surprised me yesterday with a date. before the pain and inability to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so we did...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;best wings, and best deep fried cheesecake!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a must!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if you haven't had any, you haven't lived!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sooo delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m7qQM_fo9wY/TW7x8T1BXQI/AAAAAAAADc4/vAoM1FUha_E/s1600/184981_10150417504155324_775750323_17036385_1037976_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m7qQM_fo9wY/TW7x8T1BXQI/AAAAAAAADc4/vAoM1FUha_E/s320/184981_10150417504155324_775750323_17036385_1037976_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579663006775729410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why didn't i think about it?? duhhh!!! wrap a cheesecake in pastry and deep fry it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just got back from the procedure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;painful!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bloody!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;disgusting!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and now i got a bruised, swollen cheek, and some little blood blisters on my lip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and a huge headache!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so... apparently i can't eat anything... not that i want to put anything on my mouth right now... but it sucks! good thing i had my cravings covered last night! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;another downer is that they only took out my top left one. the bottom ones are too difficult for a student so i will have to spend the big bucks on a professional surgeon...boooo!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so there's a lot more of this in the future...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; just great! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-1050580529656071120?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/1050580529656071120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=1050580529656071120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/1050580529656071120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/1050580529656071120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/03/before-and-after.html' title='before... and after'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m7qQM_fo9wY/TW7x8T1BXQI/AAAAAAAADc4/vAoM1FUha_E/s72-c/184981_10150417504155324_775750323_17036385_1037976_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-5613786840820134123</id><published>2011-02-28T16:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T16:48:30.685-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what does it feel like?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evan didn't have work during the weekend.... HALLELUJAH!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;friday night we had company for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he was one of evan's childhood friends that now lives in edmonton. well, he and his wife came over for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they were so nice, and it was fun to have some adult conversation :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i will say one thing... i rather have three kids while going to school than to be $40.000 in debt and have no kids till school is over ( and more in debt). Just saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on saturday... what better to do than going to the temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;first thing we find: our friends who just adopted a baby and were getting him sealed to them....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so special!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then our session, which was extra special because i had my hubby beside me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the hand's ( he was our bishop in nanaimo) were there too. they left really fast, and i said to evan that i wished i could talk to them for a bit. after a few minutes sis. hand came back and invited us to attend bro. hand's sealing to his parents.... i was soooo excited!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was beautiful!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so beautiful!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i got to help as a daughter sealed to parents first. then he sealed his parents and then he was sealed to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what a glorious moment to behold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this man, this grown man, overwhelmed with the emotion to be finally part of an eternal family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to have his parents back. that relationship he had with them on earth extended to the eternities.... death not being able to keep them apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;simply amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;an experience, a testimony that will stay with me forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am so happy i was there to witness that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love the &lt;a href="http://lds.org/church/temples?lang=eng"&gt;temple&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/6823926720959137062-5613786840820134123?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/5613786840820134123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=5613786840820134123' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/5613786840820134123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/5613786840820134123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-does-it-feel-like.html' title='what does it feel like?'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-4494644539890533258</id><published>2011-02-24T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T11:26:22.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>should i, could i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dreams...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes i dream really weird things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes i feel like i am living a dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes i feel like i've given up all my dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thoughts of a different kind of life... of what could have been.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have this picture of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;at the piano, singing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i never thought i was any good.... any better than anyone out there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i just like to sing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it transforms me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i like to do it for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i've been singing more lately... and i wish i could have gone for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now i find i am losing my talent. all this time it has been buried.... for so long... too long maybe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;should i keep dreaming?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-4494644539890533258?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/4494644539890533258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=4494644539890533258' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/4494644539890533258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/4494644539890533258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/02/should-i-could-i.html' title='should i, could i?'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-5516157684717445508</id><published>2011-02-21T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T18:50:05.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrrrrr....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm sick... i'm tired of being sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if it is not one of my kids is the other...till it gets to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so it always seems to be one sicko in the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;isabel is the one that worries me the most after her seizure i freak out every time she gets a temperature....and that cough! it is alarming but the doctors keep telling me that her lungs are fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was thinking the other day, about challenges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and we might think we are in the middle of something big, hard, difficult, exhausting.... but we are not alone. everyone is going thru something, and it might be as big, hard, difficult and exhasuting as your won trouble if not bigger, harder, more difficult and exhausting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i thought about how there is always something good in the middle of "all bad".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;like... love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the miracle of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my amazing friend sara found her special one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tpWTUU08rlg/TWMkBRv18lI/AAAAAAAADcg/7kaLhOEoUxA/s320/sarita.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576340367977345618" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;he popped the question and she said yes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i am super happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after all the excitement of the great news... i realized the fact that i will miss it. i will miss this amazing time with her....and then i kinda ruined the moment by being all sad about not being able to be there with her in this special time.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;i cried.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh how i wished i could be there for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's the hardest thing about being away form my loved ones... i miss all the moments when you really need a friend beside you. to celebrate, to comfort...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that's when i wish i had money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but how exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a new family is created.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;two people aiming for eterninty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is amazing to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-5516157684717445508?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tpWTUU08rlg/TWMkBRv18lI/AAAAAAAADcg/7kaLhOEoUxA/s72-c/sarita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-5007705077695553807</id><published>2011-02-15T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T21:26:57.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Evan is on a date with Carmen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I stayed home and made cookies with the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have a new rule at home: No computer or tv over 2 hours  a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I played scrabble with Carmen. It was super fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We got Evan Jr's passport on the mail today ( that was fast!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I got my Valentine's  present on the mail too. Super cute shoes from ALDO online. ( that's the way to shop for me. I can't take the kiddos to look around and try on different ones.... so online it is!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I showered and curled my hair for the first time with the flat iron. I like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I made the appointment with the oral surgeon to decide what to do about my wisdom teeth :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had family scripture reading  without daddy ( he was at the dentist.... he's got NO cavities...didn't think he would. He takes care of his teeth like they were gold)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finished three loads of laundry and actually put the clothes away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I returned the books to the library.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Had fajitas for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some days I don't accomplish much.... today I am satisfied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More than satisfied... exhausted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I feel I've been on my feet forever. My legs hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll put my feet up now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-5007705077695553807?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/5007705077695553807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=5007705077695553807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/5007705077695553807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/5007705077695553807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/02/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-2226655634080146142</id><published>2011-02-15T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T08:46:31.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm so lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; I have a lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He's more handsome than I ever hoped for a lover for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;We were going to celebrate our lover's week going to Mexico ( a real honeymoon) but we have three kids... and we can't leave our baby for 7 nights, so it will have to wait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;He's been my lover for the last 7 years.... and I've loved every minute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But here's a list of my favorite moments by your side, my love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGYREYGHORY/TVqrL0CufBI/AAAAAAAADcY/rvDM-ehsS9g/s1600/IMG_1917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGYREYGHORY/TVqrL0CufBI/AAAAAAAADcY/rvDM-ehsS9g/s320/IMG_1917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573955708261399570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1 Being picked up at the airport for the first time. Best welcome to Canada ever!! And best kiss in history!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2 Our first kiss ( no, it was not on our mission!) It was on your first day in Spain, in my room... and FYI you didn't have to hold my face, I wasn't going to shut you down ;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;3 Arm wrestle at the Kendalls. Our fist time holding hands ( totally missionary approved and... didn't I win?? ;P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;4 Giving birth to your kids. I cannot forget your face looking at your kids for the first time... and what's up with only crying when you got the boy?? :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;5 Listening to "Get in" in my flat in Leeds. I knew inmediately it was for me... I felt totally robbbed of the special moment having to share it with Sis. Bobinger :S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;6 Going to the PNE ( yeah for a whole day to ourselves!) after our longest time apart summer 2009. Thanks for not being embarrased by your screaming wife!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;7 FHE at Bev's in Leeds: "You guys should date!" hahahaha... I was NOT the only one who found you hilarious, right?... You still make me laugh :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;8 Your serenades at the house boat... I love to hear you sing to me :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;9 Going to your shows. You: "That's my wife"... You're right ladies... that hottie is going to bed with ME!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;10 Our wedding... Ok, soooooo not well planned for, kinda unprepared... but the best day of my life!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ps: I still want to marry you again (...renewing vows? ;P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;HAPPY VALENTINE"S DAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6823926720959137062-2226655634080146142?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/2226655634080146142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=2226655634080146142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/2226655634080146142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/2226655634080146142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-lover.html' title='My lover'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MGYREYGHORY/TVqrL0CufBI/AAAAAAAADcY/rvDM-ehsS9g/s72-c/IMG_1917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-8756402885857879102</id><published>2011-02-04T23:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T23:51:58.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fridays Suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am going to complaint... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is friday again and my hubby is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we were having such a good morning when he gets the phone call from some sargent or something to present himself at the base ASAP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i wasn't ready to give him up that suddenly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but i had no choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so he's gone and i miss him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;isabel and carmen are not feeling well, so i didn't want to leave the house, but i went to get evan jr's passport in the morning ( i got a parking ticket :S) and i got my pictures for my canadian citizenship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't know why i've waited this long to become a canadian because i can't wait!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am so excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; i love canada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love this country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love to live here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love its people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's been so good to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love that i can keep my spanish citizenship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what i don't love is all the paperwork and the length of the process. it'll take me almost 2 years.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i guess it will be here before i know it :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because the kiddos are sick i won;t be going to the temple tomorrow :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and probably won't be making it to church on sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nobody wants a snotty child around other kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;what a weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-8756402885857879102?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/8756402885857879102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=8756402885857879102' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/8756402885857879102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/8756402885857879102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/02/fridays-suck.html' title='Fridays Suck'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-4413764785548542614</id><published>2011-02-03T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T18:50:37.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evan's Favorite Dish</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is not news for anybody that i love to watch cooking shows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i once learned this recipe somewhere and since i tried it years ago is evan's MOST favorite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love it too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;chicken dipped in eggs, dijon mustard and milk and then coated in bread crumbs and parmesan cheese and spices, banana salsa ( some good cilantro, brown sugar, lime juice and green pepper) and rice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUtntk0dvNI/AAAAAAAADcQ/gomdxTZr_nk/s1600/IMG_2000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUtntk0dvNI/AAAAAAAADcQ/gomdxTZr_nk/s320/IMG_2000.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569659396849253586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You try it and let me know if you'll get addicted like my hubby :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-4413764785548542614?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/4413764785548542614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=4413764785548542614' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/4413764785548542614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/4413764785548542614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/02/evans-favorite-dish.html' title='Evan&apos;s Favorite Dish'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUtntk0dvNI/AAAAAAAADcQ/gomdxTZr_nk/s72-c/IMG_2000.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-6483428391133829191</id><published>2011-02-03T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T18:40:40.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Isabel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bless her, she is not feeling well now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is always sick, it seems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but a few pictures of more happier days... last week, at jordan and tracy's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is so cute with those bangs (never mind my bad cutting job) and the pony tails.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUtl-uKdxHI/AAAAAAAADcI/iLhh2EdDivk/s1600/IMG_1923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUtl-uKdxHI/AAAAAAAADcI/iLhh2EdDivk/s320/IMG_1923.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569657492391969906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUtl-YHstrI/AAAAAAAADcA/21FiuSG3BSo/s1600/IMG_1925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUtl-YHstrI/AAAAAAAADcA/21FiuSG3BSo/s320/IMG_1925.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569657486474786482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUtlj9rXTrI/AAAAAAAADb4/b06ZkoVh3bk/s1600/IMG_1928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img 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{}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUtljNYIsfI/AAAAAAAADbg/WWuVbWR-6Gc/s1600/IMG_1929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUtljNYIsfI/AAAAAAAADbg/WWuVbWR-6Gc/s320/IMG_1929.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569657019734471154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUtlin6ZY3I/AAAAAAAADbY/MpIfhCgiPsg/s1600/IMG_1927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUtlin6ZY3I/AAAAAAAADbY/MpIfhCgiPsg/s320/IMG_1927.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569657009677624178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-6483428391133829191?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/6483428391133829191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=6483428391133829191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/6483428391133829191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/6483428391133829191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-isabel.html' title='Our Isabel'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUtl-uKdxHI/AAAAAAAADcI/iLhh2EdDivk/s72-c/IMG_1923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-8675736531069933961</id><published>2011-02-03T18:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T18:27:10.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dental Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bad news...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evan jr has 10 cavities, so does carmen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;they are going to be put under general anesthesics on march 9th.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so remember them in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUtiuNcxxbI/AAAAAAAADbQ/Arvk2TSN-Fc/s1600/IMG_1957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUtiuNcxxbI/AAAAAAAADbQ/Arvk2TSN-Fc/s320/IMG_1957.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569653910197618098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have 5 cavities myself.... and i need to get my wisdom teeth removed :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not excited about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and not excited about paying all that money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not having insurance sucks!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-8675736531069933961?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/8675736531069933961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=8675736531069933961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/8675736531069933961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/8675736531069933961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/02/dental-work.html' title='Dental Work'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUtiuNcxxbI/AAAAAAAADbQ/Arvk2TSN-Fc/s72-c/IMG_1957.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-2535486433081302733</id><published>2011-01-30T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T22:17:18.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 3rd decade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm 30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;if it supposed to feel any different, it hasn't hit me yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i like to be 30.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel i am a lady. like you could take me seriously now :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;last night was the first saturday evan didn't have to work since christmas, so i went out with the girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was so excited. i had a good plan... but it was even better than i had anticipated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we went to dinner to earl's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(they have my favorite: grilled prawn tacos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we missed a bunch of girls, but these are those who came&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(from the left front to back)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Norma ( the rs president in my ward), charo ( the wife of the 1st counselor in the bishopric)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cristina (from mexico) carolina (from colombia) tarina (she's carmen's friend's mother), ivonne (from the spanish pre-school group) and me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUZHrq34NAI/AAAAAAAADbE/sgmjtiviC2s/s1600/IMG_1953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUZHrq34NAI/AAAAAAAADbE/sgmjtiviC2s/s320/IMG_1953.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568216804858803202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUZHrXxWWRI/AAAAAAAADa8/wwIxT2RxmS8/s1600/IMG_1933.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/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUZHrXxWWRI/AAAAAAAADa8/wwIxT2RxmS8/s320/IMG_1933.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568216799731144978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my friends were such good sport, they belted out the happy b-day song for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUZHrLNWqdI/AAAAAAAADa0/IyNS3wgayWY/s1600/IMG_1945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUZHrLNWqdI/AAAAAAAADa0/IyNS3wgayWY/s320/IMG_1945.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568216796358945234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUZHqsi363I/AAAAAAAADas/4wQN9q-C7ts/s1600/IMG_1946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUZHqsi363I/AAAAAAAADas/4wQN9q-C7ts/s320/IMG_1946.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568216788127705970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i did make a wish :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUZG3WnZgZI/AAAAAAAADak/FGS7kDFNRhE/s1600/IMG_1949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUZG3WnZgZI/AAAAAAAADak/FGS7kDFNRhE/s320/IMG_1949.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568215906067775890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and the chocolate sticky something piece of heaven... was just that.... a piece of heaven ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUZG3GoYfxI/AAAAAAAADac/aTg2nGf2x1I/s1600/IMG_1950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUZG3GoYfxI/AAAAAAAADac/aTg2nGf2x1I/s320/IMG_1950.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568215901776936722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;then the fun part...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a class of polynesian dance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was super fun, super fun.... like i want to do it again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUZG229Sa-I/AAAAAAAADaU/1Q30YAkTm_U/s1600/IMG_1954.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUZG229Sa-I/AAAAAAAADaU/1Q30YAkTm_U/s320/IMG_1954.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568215897569651682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;beautiful blanche, the instructor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUZG2uRzxlI/AAAAAAAADaM/o0ed2RS2H5Q/s1600/IMG_1955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUZG2uRzxlI/AAAAAAAADaM/o0ed2RS2H5Q/s320/IMG_1955.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568215895239804498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i am so happy i did this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we all had so much fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it had been a while since i laughed like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so next year... i gotta start thinking about it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUZG2f9Fn2I/AAAAAAAADaE/ztHb8IfQ2VI/s1600/IMG_1956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUZG2f9Fn2I/AAAAAAAADaE/ztHb8IfQ2VI/s320/IMG_1956.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568215891394797410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6823926720959137062-2535486433081302733?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/2535486433081302733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=2535486433081302733' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/2535486433081302733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/2535486433081302733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/01/3rd-decade.html' title='the 3rd decade'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TUZHrq34NAI/AAAAAAAADbE/sgmjtiviC2s/s72-c/IMG_1953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-4018222257500973676</id><published>2011-01-18T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T20:25:51.621-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine Dining at Grouse Mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;we had talked about waiting for spring break to do something special for our anniversary so i wasn't expecting to go out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;but my dear hubby surprised me with reservations at "the observatory", a super nice place on the top of grouse mountain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;the kids were at jordan and tracy's for a sleep over so we had all evening for ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;it was dark when we got there so the air lift to the top was scary for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;but the view of vancouver with the lights was amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;i love living here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;the restaurant was so fancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTZUigz1X_I/AAAAAAAADYs/iZy06_OPNP0/s320/IMG_1912.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563727341562454002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;we didn't look bad ourselves ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTZUBCIvJOI/AAAAAAAADYM/-ysCrzr_owc/s320/IMG_1907.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563726766392943842" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTZUAqc2IUI/AAAAAAAADYE/EZ27i3fUbh8/s320/IMG_1904.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563726760034836802" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTZUAeuWZBI/AAAAAAAADX8/tXqKQtQN6SA/s320/IMG_1902.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563726756887028754" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and the food...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;oooh, the food.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i forgot to take a picture of the appetizzers: sea scallops with an octopus carpaccio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;and venison carpaccio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;our entrees: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;elk for evan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTZUBgbzBpI/AAAAAAAADYc/w6fBqTSh12U/s320/IMG_1910.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563726774525953682" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;organic filet mignon (L) with bison rib (R)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTZUBa44QgI/AAAAAAAADYU/e_6IkEw6mCo/s320/IMG_1908.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563726773037318658" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;we were so full we didn't get dessert, but they gave us these :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTZUiW48V8I/AAAAAAAADYk/DokZOtQNA6c/s320/IMG_1911.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563727338899527618" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;after dinner i got to go see him play with his fraternity hockey team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i love to watch him play.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i am probably his biggest fan, but he's the best one on the ice :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;happy anniversary to us, my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;it is always great to be in your company... you make me feel like the most beautiful woman on earth. you see the best in me and bring out the best in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;i love you, forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTZUiya5NRI/AAAAAAAADY0/eW-ns79ZV-s/s1600/IMG_1917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTZUiya5NRI/AAAAAAAADY0/eW-ns79ZV-s/s320/IMG_1917.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563727346289685778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/6823926720959137062-4018222257500973676?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/4018222257500973676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=4018222257500973676' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/4018222257500973676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6823926720959137062/posts/default/4018222257500973676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/2011/01/fine-dining-at-grouse-mountain.html' title='Fine Dining at Grouse Mountain'/><author><name>las cosas de mi vida</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05355007252295523646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTuxEJlbfwI/AAAAAAAADZk/LnGeWwFXXts/s220/IMG_1907.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail 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style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563224245610777138" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7 years later it couldn't be better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love him more and more each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we have the most beautiful children inside and out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i feel the luckiest woman on earth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wouldn't say these 7 years have been a bliss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but what doesn't kill you makes you stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and we're definetely stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stronger in our love for each other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stronger in the commitment to each other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stronger in our determination to be the best for each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love the person he's helped me to become,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love the dreams he's helping me to achieve...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i love that life feels amazing by his side.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;to us, my love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy anniversary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7 down , eternity to go :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTSK-ohpaCI/AAAAAAAADXw/656pY0L-ftg/s1600/babybethay-evboofamily_1860_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTSK-ohpaCI/AAAAAAAADXw/656pY0L-ftg/s320/babybethay-evboofamily_1860_0370.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563224248344471586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/6823926720959137062-3545201055544163906?l=estherjclarke.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estherjclarke.blogspot.com/feeds/3545201055544163906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6823926720959137062&amp;postID=3545201055544163906' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6823926720959137062.post-7013645715850655499</id><published>2011-01-14T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T14:25:40.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fiesta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;they had a party for all the kids in nursery, as a celebration for their b-days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;and there we were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;the whole clan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; And if you wonder.... no isabel didn't cut her hair... i did :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTDNBEgiJqI/AAAAAAAADXg/rX4OGopC4HQ/s1600/IMG_1876.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we had so much fun playing games.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;zarahemla: i won for the first time in my life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and this one is good: pick a cereal box from the floor with your mouth without touching the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;after every round you make it shorter and shorter until all is left is a piece of cardboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was garreth and who made it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i didn't think i had it in me ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so our visit with the leonard's was a blast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now we just wish we lived closer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we already miss them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we headed out to logan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we got there at 1am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tha's the time we get places, ok?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;slaovica made amazing waffles for b-fast and her signature spaguetti for dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we went to walk around the logan temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so beautiful.... i even enjoyed the walk despite the freezing cold!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that night i went to visit irene.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ssooooooo exciting to see her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was a short visit, but i am glad i did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i couldn;t be 2 hours away and not see her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i was so happy to meet diego, and so was carmen and isabel ( evan stayed with the guys)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was great to see amaya, though short :( and isabel, of course! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i love that family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the following morning we had french toasts.... i told you! at least 200 extra pounds! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we said our good byes and headed to idaho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;snow, snow,and more snow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;all the way there i thought about the pioneers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can you believe someone would go through terrible winters, carrying their dead babies and keep going?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can you believe there are people with such faith?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's amazing to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; pocatello is the coldest place i've ever been to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was so exciting to see tania... the anticipation was killing me, couldn't hold the tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it is too bad we couldn't stay longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was so nice to be with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we visited eric's grandparents. grandma candy... candy is what you get when you go see her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;she is such a sweet heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we put the kids to bed and we played some good old tabu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the next day.... on the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;evan drove all the time like a champ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my  back killed me for a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;Christmas eve was the only day i cooked.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we got a 12lbs prime rib roast, mashed potatoes, candied carrots and ceasar salad... so yummy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;christmas eve we had turkey... amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the day was so nice we got in the swimming pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the water was freezing though... but the kids didn't seem to care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it was fun :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r7ABCcfKGL4/TTDDvxkUAaI/AAAAAAAADWY/dPzIY-ojm34/s1600/163245_476520155854_521295854_6409120_1269384_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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