<?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-180352948500508269</id><updated>2012-01-19T08:51:17.846-08:00</updated><category term='Sweet Adelines'/><category term='Victoria Secret'/><category term='Crock Pot'/><category term='Pregnancy'/><category term='peace'/><category term='Potty Training'/><category term='Lingerie'/><category term='Glee'/><category term='San Antonio'/><category term='Chili'/><category term='Premier Jewelry'/><category term='party'/><category term='birth'/><category term='diapers'/><category term='cooking...'/><category term='breast feeding'/><category term='American Idol'/><category term='FML'/><category term='baby'/><category term='grandmother'/><category term='family'/><category term='Recipe'/><category term='Scott Macintyre'/><category term='bond'/><category term='Mac and Cheddar Cheese'/><category term='hospital'/><category term='growing up'/><title type='text'>"There's no crying in baseball"!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-2833985977591196469</id><published>2012-01-17T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T10:37:03.724-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bond'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breast feeding'/><title type='text'>Mama Sad :(</title><content type='html'>Mama sad :(...I just got a reminder from my phone that Emi is 11 months old today. That means next month she will be 1 years old. I should be happy, but I am sad. She is our last. Hubby made it clear that he does not want any more kids. She is growing up so fast. She a very busy lil girl. Emi is fun to watch. Everything is fascinating to her as it should. Walking is around the corner. She is already standing and taking steps with her walker. NOOOOOOOOOO! Where did the time go? I bitch and moan b/c I am not getting any sleep. I should be enjoying every minute of her existence. I am this time around as a mother. I am still bf and love it. I wasn't able to with my first. So, this time I am able to. It feels really good knowing that I am providing nutrients. Plus, it's very relaxing. She will not be on top of my boob forever, but for now I will take advantage of the bond I have with her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-2833985977591196469?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2833985977591196469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=2833985977591196469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/2833985977591196469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/2833985977591196469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/mama-sad.html' title='Mama Sad :('/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-8321205589598576367</id><published>2011-12-09T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T07:39:32.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skin Deep</title><content type='html'>Ok Ladies or the 5 people that read my blog...Wanna know the secret to great skin? Fruit, fruit, and more fruit. My beautiful baby girl still doesn't sleep well at night. No sleep=crappy skin!!! I looked horrible. I may look good after having a baby, but I didn't see it. I saw dark circles and red/blotchy skin. So, I decided to buy a blender with multi functions. I bought it because it had a puree function for baby food. Anyway, I didn't use it...too f'n tired. So, I decided to use it to make fruit smoothies. Amazing!!! The first three days, I saw huge improvements in my skin. Hubby did too. He thought my skin was glowing! He suffers from adult acne and his skin made a complete turn around. Awesome, awesome, awesome! The best fruit for my skin are strawberries, mangoes, and blueberries. You also loose weight too :)...I have slacked off lately due to the cold weather. But if I have to go somewhere at night and my skin looks like sh$%...All I have to do is drink a smoothie in the morning...The redness goes away and I don't have to apply a ton of make-up...Anyway, just thought I would throw this out there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-8321205589598576367?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8321205589598576367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=8321205589598576367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/8321205589598576367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/8321205589598576367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/skin-deep.html' title='Skin Deep'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-1437514849333664130</id><published>2011-12-02T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T13:19:57.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My growing Pumpkin, Emi Nicole!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IynsaDea4RM/TtlAlTjhAeI/AAAAAAAAAzo/YhHLUwJOnGc/s1600/Fall%2B31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IynsaDea4RM/TtlAlTjhAeI/AAAAAAAAAzo/YhHLUwJOnGc/s320/Fall%2B31.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681643414553166306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYboFvGG-VQ/TtlAbj9qfcI/AAAAAAAAAzc/E_sKWWGpOPg/s1600/Summer%2Band%2BFall%2B2011%2B022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZYboFvGG-VQ/TtlAbj9qfcI/AAAAAAAAAzc/E_sKWWGpOPg/s320/Summer%2Band%2BFall%2B2011%2B022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681643247159115202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IXKzmfz2pSk/TtlASX3R_0I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/cwhj9g6kYos/s1600/Summer%2Band%2BFall%2B2011%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IXKzmfz2pSk/TtlASX3R_0I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/cwhj9g6kYos/s320/Summer%2Band%2BFall%2B2011%2B013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681643089292296002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFc-5980IP0/Ttk_hDyMX-I/AAAAAAAAAy4/7UDokbY7Irw/s1600/Spring2%2B2011%2B053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uFc-5980IP0/Ttk_hDyMX-I/AAAAAAAAAy4/7UDokbY7Irw/s320/Spring2%2B2011%2B053.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681642242088656866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-1437514849333664130?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1437514849333664130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=1437514849333664130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/1437514849333664130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/1437514849333664130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-growing-pumpkin-emi-nicole.html' title='My growing Pumpkin, Emi Nicole!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IynsaDea4RM/TtlAlTjhAeI/AAAAAAAAAzo/YhHLUwJOnGc/s72-c/Fall%2B31.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-8707150267250700612</id><published>2011-12-02T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T13:04:03.306-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>My Birth Story...Emi Nicole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vNCFYRS9aJw/Ttk88CXapbI/AAAAAAAAAyI/HnGuWjWal_k/s1600/2-17-11a.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/-vNCFYRS9aJw/Ttk88CXapbI/AAAAAAAAAyI/HnGuWjWal_k/s320/2-17-11a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681639407029495218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it's been awhile...9 months to be exact. This has been a crazy year. From finding out I was pregnant, a temp move to San Antonio, moved back to Indiana, and the birth of our beautiful baby girl. Emi Nicole was born Feb. 17, 2011. She weighed 7 lbs and 19 1/4 inches. We checked into the hospital the morning of 8:30 am. I got checked in, hooked up to monitors, and meds. This was by far the best experience ever at this hospital. Not only the hospital was beautiful, but the staff was awesome! The first couple of hours into labor, I was doing great. Towards the end, I started to have back labor. My epidural stopped working!!! WTF!!! Well crap, looks like I am going to have to deliver her the old fashion way lol...Shortly after 2pm, the nurse came in to check on me. I told her that my epidural isnt working and if they can up my dose. Well, that didn't work either. FML!!! She decided it was time to check me. She rolled me over and said "wow, you are crowning"! Do you remember how to push? Ofcourse I do, it's lake taking a big shit lol...No, I didn't say that, but I was thinking it. My doctor hottie wasn't there, but they called in the on call doctor. My contractions were kick in big time! The nurse told me to stop pushing...I told her that I can't...In fact, I wasn't pushing. My body was pushing her out! 5 mins later, Emi was born. Miss Emi said screw you, I am coming anyway :). She shot out of me like a canon ball! I saw the whole thing. It was pretty amazing! I had a full length mirror so I can see everything. Pretty awesome! It took the doctor more time to deliver my placenta. My placenta wasn't coming out and was pumping blood. He had to deliver my placenta in pieces. I saw that too. They took the mirror away, but I was able to see my reflection from the lights on the ceiling. They gave me 2 shots to get me to clot. I finally passed a huge blood clot vaginally. So, looks like no more babies for me. I bleed too much lol! After all of that, we have a beautiful baby girl! She is my world. I am definitely enjoying motherhood 2nd time around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-8707150267250700612?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8707150267250700612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=8707150267250700612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/8707150267250700612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/8707150267250700612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-birth-storyemi-nicole.html' title='My Birth Story...Emi Nicole'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vNCFYRS9aJw/Ttk88CXapbI/AAAAAAAAAyI/HnGuWjWal_k/s72-c/2-17-11a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-8049846095772655256</id><published>2011-03-23T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T08:08:03.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, It's been a while...</title><content type='html'>So, it's been a while since I blogged. A lot has happend since September. We are no longer in San Antonio...Thank God! It was a night mare! Poor hubby had to deal with work and my emotions. I wasn't trying to hate him, just his job. Even though, he would never admit to this, but he was miserable...His job totally aged him. He wanted us to be there for him, but he was never mentally there for us. He was a zombie half the time. I felt bad for him, but glad to know I was right about that job (mini horray). One day he finally realized that it wasn't working out. So, he had to tell his supervisor in Houston. Lil sht head played the pregnancy card..."My wife is pregnant and she is not happy"...Thank God his supervisor understood. So, that same day, he gets a call from someone he use to work with in Austin, Tx. He pretty muched offered him a job with the option of working from home. It was a miracle...quit one job and offered the next. It's funny how things works out. Anyway, he went for the interview and got the job. We are back home in Indiana!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-8049846095772655256?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8049846095772655256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=8049846095772655256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/8049846095772655256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/8049846095772655256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2011/03/so-its-been-while.html' title='So, It&apos;s been a while...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-51560310750454268</id><published>2010-09-07T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T09:29:19.058-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FML'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Antonio'/><title type='text'>FML!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>FML and Beyond!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby came home on Thursday with some interesting news about work. I looked at him and said "WTF, where are we moving to now?" He said he was offered to go to San Antonio to clean up someone's sht for a few months. I first told him that I don't want to move! San Antonio of all places!!! I do not like south Texas! I grew up in Houston and I wasn't crazy about it. When we lived in Austin, San Antonio would come up in conversation...The first thing that came out of my mouth was "We are not movng to San Antonio"...Now, the company is offering us a lot of money if we decide to move down there...FML! The money is good, but it's not about the money! It's about our happiness as a family. The one thing that blows about this is that we were giving 24 hours to decide that. Even though hubby came home to "discuss" our options, I believe his mind was already made up. He claims that he is bored and he's depressed b/c he doesn't have an outlet and friends! That is not my fault! I am not going to hold his hand to make friends. He doesn't always make the best choice in friends...His one friend that use to live in Indiana is currently in San Antonio! That is just f'n great! His friend seems nice, but he is young. I don't really trust him and I feel that he is hiding something! I think it is ok if hubby goes down there to clean up. I think it's a BAD idea to move down there. I do not feel right about it. I think something bad is going to happen. I wish I could explain why, but I can't. I think this could challenge our marriage. I think hubby wishes I can turn off my feelings and get over this. I am not going to do that. I am tired of "sucking it up". I shouldn't have too. I have supported every decision we have made when it comes to our future. Moving up to Indiana has been the best decision we have ever made. I just wish hubby can see that! I think he needs a hobby and prof. help about his depression! Hubby is going to have to deal with my crappy attitude! If I have to suffer, so does he! He is going to have to deal with my emotions. I may come to terms with this or not. I do believe something better will come along if he is patient. I truly wish I can stay here until the contract is over with! Unfortunately, I can't! I love my husband very much and he knows that! I do want him to succeed, but not take the first opportunity b/c he's bored! This is not how we do things!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-51560310750454268?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/51560310750454268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=51560310750454268' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/51560310750454268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/51560310750454268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2010/09/fml.html' title='FML!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-107682949036622353</id><published>2010-08-23T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T09:47:39.063-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Premier Jewelry'/><title type='text'>WTF...the saga continues with Premier</title><content type='html'>Since my last post, I finally got a decent nights sleeping. I was so pissed the last few days...ok, it's been over a week...I haven't slept well at all. It may not be a big deal to some, but I have been screwed over on so many levels. Anyway, I contacted Premier b/c I wanted to investigate what I was told from a certain jewelry consultant. I called Customer Service and explained what had happened...Here is how it went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I was recently suckered into hosting a party for next week...&lt;br /&gt;CS: You mean, pressured? She is also laughing as we were talking lol&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, but I have a few extra words that I will not say over the phone lol&lt;br /&gt;Me: I told the girl NO 3xs and she still insisted on me hosting the party&lt;br /&gt;Me: I asked the girl what would happen if I canceled the party...in advance or last minute. She hesitated to tell me. Once she finally did, she tried to explain that I would have to pay back a certain percentage back...WTF?&lt;br /&gt;CS: Pay back what? There is nothing to pay back!&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know, right? That didn't make sense to me&lt;br /&gt;Me: I told CS that I would rather return the necklace that I bought and ask for my money back...&lt;br /&gt;Me: Is the person I booked the party from affected in "Any Way"...like does she have to pay anything back or give anything back...discounts, freebies, etc...&lt;br /&gt;CS: UM NOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;CS: Do I need to call the consultant and have a lil talk with her?&lt;br /&gt;ME: LOL Not right now, I am not ready give up her name...&lt;br /&gt;CS: I understand...just let me know if we can help out in any way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is enough people w/i my circle of friends that is not happy with her "approach". So, it could cost her...I am not ready to get her fired lol...she just needs to have a different approach for her business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am serisously ready to cancel the party. If no one RSVP by Thurs...then bye bye Premier Party!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-107682949036622353?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/107682949036622353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=107682949036622353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/107682949036622353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/107682949036622353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/wtfthe-saga-continues-with-premier.html' title='WTF...the saga continues with Premier'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-1560026755301794235</id><published>2010-08-22T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T07:30:55.790-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Premier Jewelry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><title type='text'>Very Frustrated!</title><content type='html'>I am frustrated. I haven't slept well and here is the reason why. Lately, I've been going to these home parties with my girl friends. Although, they are a lot of fun, but annoying at the same time. The company is awesome, the products are great, but they make it appealing and you want to buy everything...Plus the freebies they tell you if you host the stupid parties :). I would rather take the freebies and skip on hosting the parties. I do not mind opening up our house for a party, but I don't want people to feel they have to buy something. In the last month, I think I have gone to two Premier Jewelry parties. We have had the same girl b/c she is a friend of the group...or a friend of a friend. She is a wonderful person, but business approach suck ass. She doesn't take NO for an answer and you feel like you have to help her out. I do not mind telling people like that NO and I did 3 F'n times that I DO NOT WANT TO HOST A PARTY. She didn't seem to care and insisted that I do...So, now I am pissed! I hate being pushed into something I do not like to do. Seriously! So, I am hosting a party with a good friend of mine. She also hates the idea of doing this as well...Here is the problem, if we cancel the party...We are stuck with some bogus fee...It's B.S! I do not want to assume the Premier girl made this up, but I can't find anything over the internet what would happen if you cancel the party. I understand she is doing her "job", but being pushy doesn't go over well with me. I felt like she didn't want to tell me what would happen if you canceled her party. IMO, you should disclose it in your spiel or signing someone up to host the party...AKA Unfortunately, if you cancel...here is what happens...Blah Blah Blah! I refuse to pay the "fee". I would rather return the necklace that I bought and get my money back. Plus, I would complain to the company. It may be a bitchy thing to do on my behalf...but If you are calling yourself a "Christian" company, it is not the "Christian" thing to do to push people...Teach your employees to be understanding and to move the F@#$ on if someone doesn't want to host a party...Maybe no one will show up to my stupid party to teach the girl a lesson...I love Karma! OK, I am done bitching (for now)...Hopefully, I can sleep now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-1560026755301794235?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1560026755301794235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=1560026755301794235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/1560026755301794235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/1560026755301794235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/very-frustrated.html' title='Very Frustrated!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-6934199792440510253</id><published>2010-08-21T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T09:56:47.692-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pregnancy'/><title type='text'>Here's an update...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/THAE5Je4WOI/AAAAAAAAArg/HWd8xkyWDRU/s1600/Spring+and+Summer+2010+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/THAE5Je4WOI/AAAAAAAAArg/HWd8xkyWDRU/s320/Spring+and+Summer+2010+142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507907724118612194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the yummy food I made for my wonderful hubby...I am PREGNANT! I am currently 16 weeks and I am finally feeling better. I was counting downs the days until I was out of my first trimester. Hopefully, I can enjoy the rest of my pregnancy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-6934199792440510253?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6934199792440510253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=6934199792440510253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/6934199792440510253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/6934199792440510253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/heres-update.html' title='Here&apos;s an update...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/THAE5Je4WOI/AAAAAAAAArg/HWd8xkyWDRU/s72-c/Spring+and+Summer+2010+142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-4375406365211982271</id><published>2010-06-01T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T19:43:56.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food, Friends, and Fun in the Sun Memorial Weekend!</title><content type='html'>My weekend was quite eventful. I absolutely love going on vacation. However, my DH seems to put a dampener on my mood. He is mister cranky pants...every time. Love you hubby if you are reading this :)... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s120.photobucket.com/albums/o162/alaina_2007/?action=view&amp;current=monster_cranky_pants.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i120.photobucket.com/albums/o162/alaina_2007/monster_cranky_pants.jpg" border="0" alt="pants."&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we get to our destination, he mellows out a bit...but he is still bitchy. Therefore, I was in a bad mood. Sometimes I dread going on vacation b/c of that. I wish we would mellow out and relax more. He needs a good smack on the head :). Vacation should not be stressful! Anyway, our vacation was good. It was good to see everyone! Our daughter had a blast. She did not sleep well. Therefore, we didn't sleep well. Waking up 6:30 am is a bitch! We had one melt down, but that was it. She just wanted to keep on going, but couldn't take it anymore...On top of that, she came down with a cold! So, I don't blame her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ride home was quite eventful. Hubby ended up having a headache, so I offered to drive. The headache could have contributed Mr. Cranky Pants, but I am good at ignoring his moods :). Mika was awesome. The DVD player was set up and she was good to go...Thank God! As I was driving, I thought I saw this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/tornado" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i897.photobucket.com/albums/ac178/BIGSISSY2FOUR/27846_130257103655192_1000001270899.jpg" border="0" alt="Tornado Cloud over my town Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving, I kept on looking to my left to see if it was a tornado or just my imagination...It was definitely my imagination, but the weather was shty! Once we arrived, I had to go to choir rehearsal (Sweet Adelines). I was debating on having a drink before rehearsing, but didn't lol. So, all I have to say is...Home Sweet Home! Here are a few picts. from the fabulous Memorial Weekend Festivities...and a recipe my wonderful SIL made for breakfast...SOOOO YUMMY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BREAKFAST CASSEROLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;br /&gt;5 green onions, chopped, divided&lt;br /&gt;1 tomato, chopped, divided&lt;br /&gt;12 slices OSCAR MAYER Bacon&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sliced fresh mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;12 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup BREAKSTONE'S Reduced Fat Sour Cream&lt;br /&gt;1 cup KRAFT Shredded Cheddar Cheese&lt;br /&gt;1 cup KRAFT Shredded Mozzarella Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Directions&lt;br /&gt;1.Heat oven to 325 degrees F. &lt;br /&gt;2.Reserve 2 tablespoons each onions and tomatoes. Cook bacon in large skillet until crisp. Remove bacon with slotted spoon to paper towels; reserve 1 tablespoon drippings in skillet. Add mushrooms to skillet; cook and stir 2 minutes or until tender. Remove from heat. Chop bacon. Add to skillet with onions and tomatoes; mix well. &lt;br /&gt;3.Beat eggs and sour cream with whisk until well blended. Pour into greased 13x9-inch baking dish; top with bacon mixture and cheeses. &lt;br /&gt;4.Bake 30 minutes or until center is set. Sprinkle with reserved onions and tomatoes. 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Now, lets move on to LINGERIE!</title><content type='html'>I made Chili last night and it was awesome. I was afraid I added too much chili powder, b/c it came pouring out of the container fast (oops)...My hubby still wanted to add more hot sauce...I am glad that he enjoyed it :). The best part is that I got what I wanted later that night :). Even better, I was finally able to wear lingerie...I have beautiful lingerie that I have invested from Victoria Secret and many moons ago, hubby told me that he doesn't like lingerie...Seriously? WTF? FRICKER lol!!!! He said that it doesn't do anything for him...Now, I wished I had told him that I want my money back BTCH. Yes, ladies (or whoever reads my blog) he is a strange man. Most men love lingerie and even the slutty ones. Last night he gave me permission to put something on...Sorry hubby, that's how it comes out :). He has a lot of hang ups when it comes to "bedroom activities" and failure. I would love to thank his ex for that...Thanks BTCH! Anyway, he has finally realized that "our bedroom activities" is not about HIM...I HAVE NEEDS...MANY NEEDS lol. I am also a rare breed, but that's another story for another time. I am happy that after 10 years of being together, he is acknowledging it...It's all about baby steps with my hubby :). It's a huge accomplishment and a step in the right direction! LOVE YOU HUBBY OF MINE! Now the fun begins...The hunt for LINGERIE...VICTORIA SECRET THAT IS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/victorias secret/yayareasfinest/V248487.jpg?o=353" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i30.photobucket.com/albums/c302/yayareasfinest/V248487.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wish I had boobs to wear the slutty ones :D...I am President of the IBTC club!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-3938259787173115936?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3938259787173115936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=3938259787173115936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/3938259787173115936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/3938259787173115936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/chili-worked-now-lets-move-on-to.html' title='The Chili worked! Now, lets move on to LINGERIE!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-2211890115392664758</id><published>2010-05-26T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T12:33:20.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chili'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crock Pot'/><title type='text'>Makin Crock Pot Chili for hubby tonight b/c I need something from him</title><content type='html'>I decided to make one of my hubby's fav. dish...Crock Pot Chili! Well, #1 I love my hubby and #2 I need a favor from him lol...Hubby and I have been trying to have another baby since Feb. I've also been busy with Sweet Adeline competition. So, I've been busy and exhausted. My new OB dr...Who is very attractive btw (sorry hubby if you are reading this)...He suggested that I try an ovulation kit. Since I am irregular, I decided to give it a try...The last few months I have been 10 days late or so (just lovely). The doctor at the hospital (prev. blog) confirmed that I wasn't preggers....FRICK!!! I've been peein on the stick since two weeks ago...Lo and Behold, I have a positive stick :)...So, here is what I need from hubby....The Best F'n Michael Phelps Swimmers a girl can get!!! So, tonight I am making Chili!!! It's very easy to make...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown hamburger meat (or ground turkey if you want to be healthy)...&lt;br /&gt;Garlic Powder&lt;br /&gt;Chili Powder (Eye Ball It)...don't do what I just did "Sht, I put too much in"...but I think it will be ok...he likes it spicy!&lt;br /&gt;Diced Onion&lt;br /&gt;Diced Tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;Red Kidney Beans...doesn't matter what you buy&lt;br /&gt;Tomato Sauce&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of water or more if you want it saucy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine everything in the crock pot and VOILA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-2211890115392664758?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2211890115392664758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=2211890115392664758' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/2211890115392664758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/2211890115392664758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/makin-crock-pot-chili-for-hubby-tonight.html' title='Makin Crock Pot Chili for hubby tonight b/c I need something from him'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-5568164299884296679</id><published>2010-05-18T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T09:49:06.144-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yummy Italitan Dish...Anti Diet</title><content type='html'>I made a yummy Italian dish before I went to Sweet &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Adelines&lt;/span&gt; rehearsal. It is definitely not intended to those who are dieting...but, it's still good if you are wanting to cheat. This is another recipe that says it's 4 servings...but it's really not...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fatty &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Italian Sausage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Penne&lt;/span&gt; Pasta (you could use wheat pasta if you want to try to be healthy)&lt;br /&gt;Ricotta Cheese (2 cup)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Parmesan&lt;/span&gt; Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Unsalted Butter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;EVOO&lt;/span&gt; (yes, I said it...)&lt;br /&gt;1 Onion chopped (I can't chop worth &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sht&lt;/span&gt;...so don't ever come near me with a knife &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Parsley (I am lazy, so therefore I didn't buy fresh Parsley)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boil your pasta until it's done (10-12 &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Brown the OH SO SWEET ITALIAN SAUSAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sauteed&lt;/span&gt; your onions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the pasta is done, drain (put back in the pot), add butter, and cheeses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never cooked with ricotta cheese, so it may look clumpy in your pasta...That is pretty much it. You can do whatever you want to the parsley and onions....I sprinkled it over the pasta and cut up the sausage...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again Rachael Ray!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-5568164299884296679?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5568164299884296679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=5568164299884296679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/5568164299884296679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/5568164299884296679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/yummy-italitan-dishanti-diet.html' title='Yummy Italitan Dish...Anti Diet'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-3992078062430340573</id><published>2010-05-14T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T22:37:11.001-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweet Adelines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glee'/><title type='text'>"I am like Tinker Bell, I need the applause to LIVE"!</title><content type='html'>So, I have decided that the perfect quote for me is..."I am like Tinker Bell, I need to applause to LIVE". When I heard that on GLEE, I'd about died. That is perfect for me! As a child, the choir/GLEE club and drama club was never encouraged. So, I never pursued it b/c I always doubted myself. The one thing that I did fall in love with was the Applause. It made me come alive. So, here is a update. A few months ago, I decided to join Sweet Adelines. Why? I need an outlet. The best outlet that I have loved is Singing. My other passion (currently) is photography, but I am still new to the game. A while back, I went to visit my best friend over the XMAS holidays. She introduced me to this awesome show called "The Sing Off". I knew then that this is my calling...join a Sweet Adeline group. I had called them before I left for the holidays, but know one called me back. When I saw the show on TV, I knew I needed to pursue it. My first meeting was January. I was a little intimidated b/c everyone was much older than me....a lot older :). The minute I heard them sing, I had goosebumps. This group needs young blood to spice up the place :). These women accepted me...like all of me from day one. They thanked me for a month for walking in their doors and into their hearts. They gave me a sht load of music along with the competition ballads to memorize. After many weeks of rehearsal, we just had our Region 17 competition. We won 3rd place for small chorus. Our sister group won 1st place for medium chorus. It was amazing! I am so proud of everyone! The Pride of Toledo will be competing for international in Houston, Tx next year. The best part is they invited me/want me to join their group. Their choir director has asked my choir director to join. My choir director is a bit nervous b/c she is afraid that she is going to lose me to their group. I wouldn't do that to the group. I practically live, eat, and breath for this group...However, I am thinking about becoming a duel member. I think it would be awesome to compete in Houston...I do feel guilty about giving my wonderful hubby extra responsibilities. Plus, I have a feeling it would be temporary. If we have another baby, I would have to drop down to one choir...There is so much to think about! I should give it a shot while I have the chance...Hmmmm Think, Think, Think...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-3992078062430340573?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3992078062430340573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=3992078062430340573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/3992078062430340573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/3992078062430340573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-am-like-tinker-bell-i-need-applause.html' title='&quot;I am like Tinker Bell, I need the applause to LIVE&quot;!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-1992985334509117835</id><published>2010-05-06T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T08:56:48.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mac and Cheddar Cheese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking...'/><title type='text'>Mac and Cheddar Cheese made for the Duggar Family</title><content type='html'>So, I've been trying to cook more. When I say more, I mean not from a box. I don't mind cooking from a box b/c I am usually tired at the end of the day. On Sunday, I cracked open Rachel Rays cook book...I made Sweet Italian Sausage braised in Onions w/horse radish smashed potatoes...sooooo yummy according to my wonderful hubby...Thank you Rachel Ray, I will make this again! Yesterday I decided to make this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/rachael-ray/mac-and-cheddar-cheese-with-chicken-and-broccoli-recipe2/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed the recipe to the T except I used 2%milk instead of whole milk. The recipe says it's for a serving of 4...HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA....seriously? I told hubby that the recipe is for a serving of 4. When he looked in the pot, he said "Holy Sht"! Serving 4 my A$$....it's more like it was made for the f'n Duggar Family! I guess the pasta decided to multiply by the SHT LOAD! It was yummy, but we will be eating this for two weeks lol...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-1992985334509117835?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1992985334509117835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=1992985334509117835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/1992985334509117835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/1992985334509117835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2010/05/mac-and-cheddar-cheese-made-for-duggar.html' title='Mac and Cheddar Cheese made for the Duggar Family'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-6542892282897609637</id><published>2010-04-25T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T21:10:56.511-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hospital'/><title type='text'>It's not a party until someone goes to the hospital!</title><content type='html'>It's not a party until someone goes to the hospital...Seriously, that was me. Here is how it all went down...Before I went out for the night, I started having a burning sensation in my stomach. So, I decided to take some tums b/c I wasn't going to miss this event. Once the burning went away, I was able to eat something b/c I knew there would be alcohol involved :). For those who know me, I don't need alcohol to have a good time. I am just as crazy so I don't need it lol...but I wanted to have some wine b/c it was long week taking care of my beautiful, stubborn daughter. Once I arrived, I noticed that N brought Maui Splash wine. That sht is good! So, there were like 5 other women in line for the wine...it was that good. I filled my cup about a 1/4 knowing that I had to share :)...sipped that for a while, had a dessert (choc chip goodness), and decided to polish off the rest of the wine in the bottle. There wasn't that much left...just enough to wet the bottom of my cup. That was it for the night! So, then I nibbled on some fruit and the party began :)...lots of laughing, chatting, singing karaoke (horrible singing), rinse and repeat...plus lots of pictures...totally bitch'n party! Love you B.G! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, towards the end of the night, I started feeling bad. The burning/indigestion came back. I felt like I was going to be sick to my stomach. I sat myself down and had some water. The water definitely helped and I was able to drive home. And no, I wasn't drunk! Once I got home, I took some tums and went to bed...Then it all turned into crap about 3:30 am (two hours of sleep). I woke up with extreme burning, and the feeling of I am going to sht my brains...and I did...Then I started to feel like I was going to throw up...I woke hubby up and asked him to bring be a trash bag...The trash can was right next to the toilet, but I wasn't thinking...I didn't want to dump the trash out and make a mess lol...So, it began...both ends non stop! All of the sudden the room started to spin along with the sweating...My temperature must have spiked up to like 104 w/i seconds...I remember saying to my hubby "oh the spinning, the room is spinning." I was sitting on the toilet when the room started spinning and I lost control of my balance. My hubby was trying to keep me still from co lapsing and kept my body cool. Then I felt like I was slurring my words...not making much sense I am sure of that :). Then, I passed out and wasn't responding. I do remember my hubby trying to keep me conscious..."Stay with me Stephanie, talk to me Stephanie"...along with slapping my cheeks and prying my eyes open. It was strange b/c I was listening to him and I wasn't able to speak. I was thinking "wtf can't I speak?"...Once that happened hubby let me know he was calling 911...When the operator told him to put me on the floor (on my side) all of my vital signs came back...I was conscious and freezing...but it felt so good to be on the floor...I didn't care if it was dirty lol. Then I was thinking I was covered in sht so I asked hubby to wipe my ass...didn't realize the 911 operator was on speaker until I heard her clear her throat. Then hubby said "Yes, I will wipe your ass"...yep, Stephanie is coming around...back to my normal self...The paramedics came w/i 5 mins...Once the entered the bathroom, I felt totally embarrassed. They picked me up and put me on the gurney and carried me out the door...I felt like f'n Cleopatra! I saw the look on my hubby's face and felt bad for freaking him out...I told him to go next door to see if they can help us out...So, once I was in the ambulance, I kept on thinking that I can't believe I am going to the f'n hospital...As I was talking to the ambulance guys (can't think of their title), I realized how yummy they looked...Oh, this is going to be fun lmao! So, they were asking me a million questions...first one..."What did you do tonight Stephanie?" I was like, I went to a bitchin party! I told them what I had to drink and what I ate that night. I also kept on repeating the chocolate goodness that I had wasn't tank with Marijuana over and over...and that I only had one glass of wine...over and over...Then one guy said..."It must have been some party if you only had one glass of wine"! They were awesome! I must say, it was kind of kewl to be in the ambulance...Once we arrived at the hospital, the driver came out to assist. Even he was good looking...damn! He said, you have a lot of people helping you out tonight...obviously I didn't mind. So they wheeled me into to the room and asked if I needed help to the bed...I said yes I do b/c I wanted to enjoy this lol...plus my abs were sore along with my Ventral Hernia (knew that I one)...Once they were getting ready to leave I told them "thank you" and "see you later boys" lol...Once I was hooked up to the monitors, the doctor came it...and Damn it, he was cute too...So, I felt like I was talking a million words a minute...Silly me kept on repeating "I only had one glass of wine" and "the chocolate goodness wasn't tank with marijuana"...lol they were like "ummmm we believe you"! A few minutes later, another attractive doctor came in...Hospital full of McDreamys...seriously! He hooked me up with an IV drip and I sucked it dry. My wonderful hubby came in with my daughter. I was so happy to see them! My daughter kept on saying "Mommy doctor" and "mommy boo boo"...It was so cute! A few hours went by and my blood work came back normal. They only thing they said was that I either had food poisoning or stomach virus...can't wait to see that bill lol...Then he took my IV out along with the f'n tape...hurt like a btch and took my arm hair off...Yes, I cried, but that sht hurt...I was happy to be going home. Poor Toby (oldest cat) starred me down and watched me like a hawk...He is very protective of his mommy! So, that is my exciting story. I hope to never see another hospital again unless I am giving birth :D! Thank you for all the yummy men that helped me out...Including my wonderful Hubby...I love you very much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picts. from the party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S9UO7tBNhyI/AAAAAAAAAiE/tILewAsYtQg/s1600/Bonnie%27s+Party+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S9UO7tBNhyI/AAAAAAAAAiE/tILewAsYtQg/s320/Bonnie%27s+Party+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464290141743712034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S9UPS9fjDNI/AAAAAAAAAiM/ZYmGqzLKaxU/s1600/Bonnie%27s+Party+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S9UPS9fjDNI/AAAAAAAAAiM/ZYmGqzLKaxU/s320/Bonnie%27s+Party+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464290541302910162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S9UPgwjH0eI/AAAAAAAAAiU/52i5x8S3r9M/s1600/Bonnie%27s+Party+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S9UPgwjH0eI/AAAAAAAAAiU/52i5x8S3r9M/s320/Bonnie%27s+Party+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464290778346410466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S9UP3jpW5FI/AAAAAAAAAic/W56bOMA_UhA/s1600/Bonnie%27s+Party+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S9UP3jpW5FI/AAAAAAAAAic/W56bOMA_UhA/s320/Bonnie%27s+Party+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464291170019894354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S9UQIyUDNjI/AAAAAAAAAik/dmEAiaji-XM/s1600/Bonnie%27s+Party+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S9UQIyUDNjI/AAAAAAAAAik/dmEAiaji-XM/s320/Bonnie%27s+Party+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464291466014832178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-6542892282897609637?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6542892282897609637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=6542892282897609637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/6542892282897609637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/6542892282897609637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-not-party-until-someone-goes-to.html' title='It&apos;s not a party until someone goes to the hospital!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S9UO7tBNhyI/AAAAAAAAAiE/tILewAsYtQg/s72-c/Bonnie%27s+Party+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-2626371902903383000</id><published>2010-03-10T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T12:18:49.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate or Poo...</title><content type='html'>My daughter followed me into the kitchen this morning. When I turned around, she had something brown and gooey on her fingers. I immediately smelled her fingers to make sure it wasn't what I think it was...Yes, I said it...I smelled her fingers...It didn't smell, so I washed her hands...and threw up in my mouth :)...We have been potty training, so it wouldn't surprise me if it was the other...She is a very curious girl. Then again, she doesn't like to be messy either. I did bake choc. chip cookies the other night...I am going to tell myself it was a choc. chip...Thank god she hasn't done Poo Art...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-2626371902903383000?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2626371902903383000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=2626371902903383000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/2626371902903383000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/2626371902903383000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/chocolate-or-poo.html' title='Chocolate or Poo...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-4271946004116865462</id><published>2010-03-08T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T19:56:56.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A lil of this a lil of that...</title><content type='html'>My wonderful, dh, bought be a Cannon Rebel SLR camera for Xmas. He said "If I am going to spend this amount, I would like for you to take a class"...I agreed and bought him a Play Station 3. I signed up for a basic class at the Parks and Recreation center. It was totally cheap and so worth it. Now, I officially understand my camera and the crap it allows me to do :D...It's freakinfantastic!!!! What do you think? Any readers?? 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Since I stay home with our daughter, I don't always (don't feel like) have time to cook and chase around a cute toddler ;)...So, the crock pot is the answer. I love to throw crap in and watch it cook for hours. The best part is that our house smells good with whatever the hell I am cooking...My first attempt is the obvious Pot Roast. My second attempt is Crock Pot Lemon Chicken. I hosted a Moulin Rouge party for my moms group. Since Moulin Rouge is french, I had to come up with a french style dish. So, I found this...http://www.easy-french-food.com/crockpot-lemon-chicken-recipe.html....It turned out freakinfantastic! However, the second time that I cooked it was just ok...It was great IMO, but DH thought I added too much lemon juice. My third attempt of making this delicious dish, I added too much Dijon Mustard...oops...So, note too self...follow the actual direction :)...enjoy the recipe for whoever reads my blog...Sorry no picture of my dish...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-7795023406418694222?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7795023406418694222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=7795023406418694222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/7795023406418694222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/7795023406418694222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/crock-pot-lemon-chicken.html' title='Crock Pot Lemon Chicken'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-7306871351737538358</id><published>2010-03-07T06:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T19:03:30.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes, It's not all about you...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, It's not all about you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would have said this out loud to my dh, but I didn't. So, I am typing this out b/c I want to have a peaceful night. DH and I are trying to have another baby. Most women who ovulate only have a small window to create a human being. Apparently, my dh doesn't like to have just sex...it has to mean something. He knows that I have a small window of opportunity, so it's not ALL ABOUT HIM. This time, it should be about me. I am the one that carries the baby for 9 months. I should be able to tell my dh that our home work for the next THREE DAYS is to "get busy"...I get that it should be romantic and fun...but if I have to wait on dh to make it special...then, we missed our window to create a life...I don't have that much time to fuck around. I may still be 30, but I don't want to have another baby in my mid thirties...the opportunity is now...So, DH of mine if you are reading this..."IT'S NOT ALL ABOUT YOU"!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-7306871351737538358?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7306871351737538358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=7306871351737538358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/7306871351737538358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/7306871351737538358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/sometimes-its-not-all-about-you.html' title='Sometimes, It&apos;s not all about you...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-5031311488919452865</id><published>2009-09-02T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T18:07:00.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Potty Training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diapers'/><title type='text'>Potty Training 101 Week 1</title><content type='html'>I have decided to potty train Mika a month before she turns 2 years old. I am sick and tired of smelling the Diaper Genie. So, I have decided to devote my time into potty training. I bought a standard potty chair with no bells and whistles. Then, I also bought "Elmo's Potty Time" DVD at Walmart. So, last Weds. I put the dvd on and Mika and I sat down together to watch ELMO :). Then I pulled out the potty out of the box so she can practice. On Thursday, the potty training began. Mika did awesome the first half of the morning! She went 4 times like it was no big deal. Plus she went #2 w/o any hesitations. It was amazing! I think she was amused with Mommy getting excited :D. Here is how the week started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weds. 8/26 Practice&lt;br /&gt;Thus. 8/27 4x&lt;br /&gt;Fri.  8/28 1x&lt;br /&gt;Sat.  8/29 0x-We were out and about&lt;br /&gt;Sun.  8/30 3x&lt;br /&gt;Mon.  8/31 2x we were both sick with a cold&lt;br /&gt;Tues. 9/01 1x still sick&lt;br /&gt;Weds. 9/02 0x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all, I am actually pretty pleased with the results. Even, if she goes once a day...that means one less diaper I have to change. She generally goes through about 5-6 diapers a day. Since we have started potty training, we go through about 3-5 diapers. If I can go consistently 2-3 diapers a day, then I am going to approach it with just wearing panties. Then, she may not like being wet and has to use the potty. I am hoping she will be potty trained before we travel for the holidays. Oh, and before I decide to get pregnant in 6 months :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-5031311488919452865?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5031311488919452865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=5031311488919452865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/5031311488919452865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/5031311488919452865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/potty-training-101-week-1.html' title='Potty Training 101 Week 1'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-6976287931973608750</id><published>2009-05-05T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T07:24:42.149-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grandmother'/><title type='text'>My Beloved Grandmother</title><content type='html'>Sarah L. Swift passed Tuesday, April 28, 2009 in Houston, TX under the loving eyes of her family. Sarah was born in Strang, OK to Art P. and Ethel Davis May 10, 1911. She was preceded in death by her parents;her husband, Burton Coe Swift; four brothers, Sam, Carl, Gilbert and Art;three sisters, Dorine, Annabel and Margaret. She is survived by one son, Richard Swift and wife Marie;two daughters CoeAnn and husband Gary Johnson; Sherry and her husband Bob Chumley; and one brother, Bob Davis and his wife Genie; Grandchildren: Jeff Johnson and wife Elena; Greg Johnson and&lt;br /&gt;wife Jeannette; Stacie Williams and husband Doug; Bill Chumley and wife Misty; Krista Johnson; Stephanie Bakle and husband Chris. Great Grandchildren: Christopher,&lt;br /&gt;Matthew and SaraAnn Johnson; James, Caitlin and Andrew Chumley; Trevor and Tiffany Williams; Mika Bakle. A very special loving and faithful nephew, Wally&lt;br /&gt;Roush, his wife Dorris and their daughter Kimberley Boggs. It was Sarah’s request for Kim to sing at her funeral. Sarah’s primary focus was always on family. As a little girl and continuing after her marriage to Burt, she always attended to her brothers and sisters needs. Her door was always open to her sisters and brothers and some lived with our family at various times. She sewed for both herself and daughters and made Coe Ann’s beautiful wedding dress (later worn by Sherry) as well as numerous other special dresses. Before workingin retail, she stayed at home and took in ironing, while also babysitting children to help provide extra money for her children’s special activities. Her children know they were truly blessed by having such a wonderful, caring mother and friend. She will be missed dearly by all who knew and loved her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/SgCBsGA4BUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RCK3A9VwA14/s1600-h/Oklahoma+012.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/_tYEo5VaNYus/SgCBsGA4BUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RCK3A9VwA14/s320/Oklahoma+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332404553335178562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/SgCB6LSLmSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/k3mIeX9dC0M/s1600-h/Oklahoma+014a.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/_tYEo5VaNYus/SgCB6LSLmSI/AAAAAAAAAFM/k3mIeX9dC0M/s320/Oklahoma+014a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332404795268110626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ye now in peace, and know that love of God will guide you.&lt;br /&gt;Feel his presence here beside you showing you the way.&lt;br /&gt;In your time of trouble, when hurt and despair are there to grieve you,&lt;br /&gt;Know that the Lord will never leave you. He will bring you courage.&lt;br /&gt;Know that the God who sent His Son to die that you might live&lt;br /&gt;Will never leave you lost and alone in His beloved world.&lt;br /&gt;Go ye now in peace. Go ye now in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Loving Memory&lt;br /&gt;Sarah L. Swift&lt;br /&gt;May 10, 1911-April 28, 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-6976287931973608750?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6976287931973608750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=6976287931973608750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/6976287931973608750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/6976287931973608750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-beloved-grandmother.html' title='My Beloved Grandmother'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/SgCBsGA4BUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RCK3A9VwA14/s72-c/Oklahoma+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-3456805948997327387</id><published>2009-04-20T18:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T18:12:17.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brought to you by the letter C</title><content type='html'>C is for Clumsy, that's good enough for me :)...My weekend was definitely peaceful. On Friday night, I was getting things together so DH and Mika can take a trip to Ohio for the weekend. I wanted to make sure everything was taken care of so I can have a peaceful weekend. After I loaded the laundry into the basket, I went into the living room. In order to go into the living room, I had to step over the baby gate. Well, I tried...My foot got caught, the laundry basket fell out of my hands, and so did I. I totally snapped the baby gate in half and bruised my ass...So NOT PLEASANT! I also managed to leave a dent in the wall. Now, that I can't explain...On Saturday, my DH and beautiful Mika left for the weekend. It was so peaceful and relaxing. I was able to unpack the rest of the boxes in the living room and a few from Mika's room. Now, if only I can continue to do this and not hurt myself. Mika had a blast over the weekend with the grandparents. Now, she has a cold er the beginning of one...back to being mommy again...Mommy to the rescue!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-3456805948997327387?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3456805948997327387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=3456805948997327387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/3456805948997327387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/3456805948997327387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/brought-to-you-by-letter-c.html' title='Brought to you by the letter C'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-100611885734723101</id><published>2009-04-15T08:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T08:57:39.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you kidding me?</title><content type='html'>I went to Walmart last night to pick up a few items. As I am strolling down the baby aisle, I noticed Enfamil was low. Actually, they were completely out. I thought was strange, but didn't think too much. Then, I noticed a sign that says "if you do not see your formula on the shelf, please see the fitting room associate." I walked over there and asked for the formula. I asked them why they were keeping it locked up. One associate said they keep it locked up due to thefts...Ok, that makes sense...After I was done shopping, I went to check out. The check out associate and I were chatting and she said that baby formula is now used in Meth and Cocaine...Are you F'n kidding me? I understand the economy is in crisis, but come on...baby formula, seriously? This statement is for all the drug users...GET A LIFE!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the article in case you feel like reading it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/342352/most_shoplifted_items_infant_formula.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-100611885734723101?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/100611885734723101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=100611885734723101' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/100611885734723101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/100611885734723101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Are you kidding me?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-8116044558214823596</id><published>2009-04-10T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:45:26.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reduce, Reuse, Recycle....Repeat...</title><content type='html'>One of the moms sent me a link to design my own reusable grocery bag. If my bag wins, the prize is a $1000 gift card and may see my bag in stores. If I am a finalist, the prize is $100-250 gift card. Please, vote for my bag :)...Please vote for my bag! It's one vote per day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.designareusablebag.com/vote-for-designs/bag.aspx?BagId=9807&amp;banner=kroger&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-8116044558214823596?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8116044558214823596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=8116044558214823596' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/8116044558214823596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/8116044558214823596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/reduce-reuse-recyclerepeat.html' title='Reduce, Reuse, Recycle....Repeat...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-7510632429726456011</id><published>2009-04-09T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T07:26:15.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Idol'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scott Macintyre'/><title type='text'>Bummed about America Idol</title><content type='html'>I am a huge fan of American Idol. I have been watching it since day one. I guess it reminds me of Star Search :). Last night, Scott Macintyre was voted off. Simon decided to make the decision of not saving him. I was hoping that Scott would pull through and make the top 5. He is such an inspiration and I hope this is not the last time we see him. Hopefully, he will continue to write music...follow your dreams!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/scott%20macintyre" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i26.photobucket.com/albums/c124/Image-black/scott_macintyre_210x202.png" border="0" alt="Scott MacIntyre Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-7510632429726456011?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7510632429726456011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=7510632429726456011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/7510632429726456011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/7510632429726456011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/bummed-about-america-idol.html' title='Bummed about America Idol'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-285222051167695366</id><published>2009-04-06T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T13:20:08.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort Wayne Botanical Garden</title><content type='html'>I went to the botanical garden over the weekend with my lovely SIL...We had a blast while she was here. I wish our house was more complete when she stayed here, but I am glad she still came. Back to my adventure...it was so pretty there...definitely worth the $5 :)...The best part is that I actually took some pictures. Surprisingly, I did an awesome job. Let me know what you think or that I need to quit my day job :)...j/k enjoy the view...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/Sdpj1SzQ21I/AAAAAAAAAEc/RDXjox_Z7Gk/s1600-h/Botanical+Garden+005B.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/_tYEo5VaNYus/Sdpj1SzQ21I/AAAAAAAAAEc/RDXjox_Z7Gk/s320/Botanical+Garden+005B.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321675676922731346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/SdpiBnObXmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2eJUmw6RZZ4/s1600-h/Botanical+Garden+005A.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/_tYEo5VaNYus/SdpiBnObXmI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2eJUmw6RZZ4/s320/Botanical+Garden+005A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321673689540550242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/SdpiBV7m91I/AAAAAAAAAD0/zX7hUFRji70/s1600-h/Botanical+Garden+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/SdphpdZLkGI/AAAAAAAAADU/64WS_bRzKW0/s320/Botanical+Garden+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321673274584436834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-285222051167695366?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/285222051167695366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=285222051167695366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/285222051167695366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/285222051167695366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2009/04/fort-wayne-botanical-garden.html' title='Fort Wayne Botanical Garden'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/Sdpj1SzQ21I/AAAAAAAAAEc/RDXjox_Z7Gk/s72-c/Botanical+Garden+005B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-5697344690799799037</id><published>2009-03-31T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T07:36:53.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Bunny</title><content type='html'>The Easter Bunny arrived early at our house last night...literally...We were sitting down for dinner and Mika was signing "bunny" and making barking noises...We thought she saw the neighbors dog, but she was right...The Easter Bunny came to our house last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/bunny" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i404.photobucket.com/albums/pp123/davis_love14/TriciaWillLoveit.jpg" border="0" alt="bunny :) Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he's been hiding out underneath our deck...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-5697344690799799037?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5697344690799799037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=5697344690799799037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/5697344690799799037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/5697344690799799037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/easter-bunny.html' title='Easter Bunny'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-9136686642228861766</id><published>2009-03-30T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T09:13:59.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nature Lover</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wanted to see a Bald Eagle's nest up close? Check this out..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.wvec.com/cams/eagle.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mama bird has her handsful. She hatched 3 baby bald eagles. Unfortunately there is no sound or at least on my computer. I enjoy watching this every spring. It's amazing to watch. You can find other cams, but this website has an awesome view...I like to check on mama and her babies...in a few months, they will be ready to fly...which is such a neat treat to watch...Enjoy the view!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-9136686642228861766?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9136686642228861766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=9136686642228861766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/9136686642228861766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/9136686642228861766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/nature-lover.html' title='Nature Lover'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-362882350226941381</id><published>2009-03-24T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T07:49:05.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's update time!!</title><content type='html'>In the past two weeks, My DH and I have been very busy. We finally moved out of the crappy apartment into our beautiful home (picts soon to come). Our apartment wasn't really crappy, just never felt comfortable there. We are slowly moving into our new house. I threw my back out so unpacking has been painful. It hurts to bend over and put away things. I feel bad that I haven't been contributing, but all I can do is take care of Mika. Bt the end of the day, my back is throbbing. I can take some heavy duty drugs, but they make me extremely tired. The only room that is complete is our master bath. The kitchen is almost done, but the rest of the house is in boxes...It will prob. take a good month to complete the process of unpacking our crap. I am glad that we are not a pack rat...then it would take forever to feel settled. Our neighborhood has a seasonal garage sale. So, most likely I will be selling and donating :)...I have started reading Twilight. Actually, I have never bought the book/series, but I have found a copy online. I must say, it's pretty good. The first night I read 130 pages...it may not sound like a lot to some, but it's a huge step for me...I never read! I should though, but I am never motivated. What else...Oh yeah, I just celebrated my 30th Birthday. I still can't believe I am 30...My DH and I went out to Chili's with a wonderful couple from the MOMS UNITE Group...Thanks girl! Again, I am bad about not taking pictures...but I will post some pictures of our new house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-362882350226941381?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/362882350226941381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=362882350226941381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/362882350226941381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/362882350226941381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-update-time.html' title='It&apos;s update time!!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-7231372460110829777</id><published>2009-03-04T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T12:05:39.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddlers and Tiaras</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="350" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxHHBUgDGq4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxHHBUgDGq4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched Toddlers and Tiaras last night on TLC to see how bad this show really is. I think it's unnatural to parents to exploit their child into this. The hair and makeup is way to much. Plus, people put their life savings into the costumes.I think if you are going to put your child into a pageant, it should be for natural looks...not made up. I do know what it's like to be on stage and how the lights drowns your complexion...a little make up is ok, but don't cake it on people...let your child show off his/her natural looks. Be true to yourself!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-7231372460110829777?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7231372460110829777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=7231372460110829777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/7231372460110829777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/7231372460110829777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/toddlers-and-tiaras.html' title='Toddlers and Tiaras'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-462076492538625785</id><published>2009-03-03T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T09:14:22.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout</title><content type='html'>Bare with me...I am trying to see if I like this new layout. I was bored with the old one and decided it was time for a change. I hope you like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-462076492538625785?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/462076492538625785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=462076492538625785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/462076492538625785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/462076492538625785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-layout.html' title='New Layout'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-267413948330259132</id><published>2009-03-01T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:46:02.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This cracked me up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uXMcblQX7Wc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uXMcblQX7Wc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-267413948330259132?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/267413948330259132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=267413948330259132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/267413948330259132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/267413948330259132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2009/03/this-cracked-me-up.html' title='This cracked me up!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-6957877327325231959</id><published>2009-02-19T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T08:26:03.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music to my ears</title><content type='html'>My DH and I went out to dinner to celebrate his birthday. On the way back, Mika started to get fussy b/c it was close to her bedtime. All of a sudden she yelled out MMMMMMM MAMA...She has been saying Dada for months...Even though it was on his birthday, it was music to my ears :)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-6957877327325231959?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6957877327325231959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=6957877327325231959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/6957877327325231959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/6957877327325231959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/music-to-my-ears.html' title='Music to my ears'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-5988201482750255353</id><published>2009-02-17T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T08:48:19.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amusing or disturbing?</title><content type='html'>This is what I find disturbing...It's cute and all, but reminds me of Sir Mix A Lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DacxAfN_T-Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DacxAfN_T-Y&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who's with me ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-5988201482750255353?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5988201482750255353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=5988201482750255353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/5988201482750255353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/5988201482750255353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/amuzing-or-disturbing.html' title='Amusing or disturbing?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-6833568971623880705</id><published>2009-02-15T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:51:14.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Frick</title><content type='html'>As you all know, most of the Fisher Price Rainforest line has had some issues. We own the pack and play. I absolutely love it, but this afternoon, one of the sides collapsed...totally bummed b/c we have to call the recall hotline to replace it. I definitely want to keep Mika safe, but I love the pattern on it...better safe, than sorry :)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/fisher%20price%20rainforest" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i548.photobucket.com/albums/ii350/cwmoms/09098.jpg" border="0" alt="fisher price rainforest Pictures, Images and Photos" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-6833568971623880705?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6833568971623880705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=6833568971623880705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/6833568971623880705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/6833568971623880705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/well-frick.html' title='Well, Frick'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-6151006914827574154</id><published>2009-02-13T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T13:33:51.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>Mika and I went to our first Valentine's Day party in Fort Wayne. The party was a huge success! It was at the south end of town in a fire station...I thought that was pretty neat. There were lots of kids/babies that Mika played with. Talk about baby overload...Mika would not settle down for a nap. She cried or I let her cry for 30 mins thinking she would settle down for a nap. Boy, I was wrong. She was extremely over stimulated. I had a feeling she was either going to pass out when we got home or not settle down for a nap...As much as I love the moms group, I think I might go for something low key...That seems to be Mika's style.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-6151006914827574154?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6151006914827574154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=6151006914827574154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/6151006914827574154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/6151006914827574154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day_13.html' title='Happy Valentines Day'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-3960779361118590834</id><published>2009-02-09T13:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T13:10:29.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e7a51354d54597a4d513d3d0d0a&amp;amp;blogview=true&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Valentine Heart" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e7a51354d54597a4d513d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own greeting - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/ecards" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox greeting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-3960779361118590834?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3960779361118590834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=3960779361118590834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/3960779361118590834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/3960779361118590834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-662892711695943357</id><published>2009-01-06T11:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T12:04:20.648-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hook em!</title><content type='html'>Chris and I moved away from beautiful Austin, Texas. Chris was offered a job through his company that was too good to pass up. I look at it this way, at least he doesn't have to loose his job. It's been hard for me, but I am trying to stay positive. As soon as we sell our house in Pflugerville, we will reside in Fort Wayne, Indiana. As of right now, I am staying with his family and Chris is in Indiana. It's been hard, but we are trying to save money. We shall see how long I can last here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually watched the UT game vs OSU last night. All I have to say is, we kicked your a$$ Buckeyes! It was a very close game, but awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-662892711695943357?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/662892711695943357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=662892711695943357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/662892711695943357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/662892711695943357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/hook-em.html' title='Hook em!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-845321679180908731</id><published>2008-08-04T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T11:33:51.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I get my money back?</title><content type='html'>Chris and I went to my high school reunion. I am sad to say that it was kind of lame. It wasn't worth the price to go. It was great to see everyone, but nothing has changed. It seemed like it was 80% A-List and 20% mixed...and it was still separated by clicks. It was nice that someone pointed out that I was the nice girl :). It kind of made me smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-845321679180908731?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/845321679180908731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=845321679180908731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/845321679180908731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/845321679180908731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2008/08/can-i-get-my-money-back.html' title='Can I get my money back?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-2100809278851216824</id><published>2008-06-16T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:07:58.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mika's 8.5 month portrait</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/SFbGPbYhi7I/AAAAAAAAABU/azg4ISFReQ0/s1600-h/0092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/SFbGPbYhi7I/AAAAAAAAABU/azg4ISFReQ0/s320/0092.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212571587078884274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/SFbGPis8lTI/AAAAAAAAABc/WMtPdpBXKS4/s1600-h/0096.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/SFbGPis8lTI/AAAAAAAAABc/WMtPdpBXKS4/s320/0096.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212571589043590450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/SFbGP2DdBCI/AAAAAAAAABk/6sql5D5_idU/s1600-h/0111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/SFbGP2DdBCI/AAAAAAAAABk/6sql5D5_idU/s320/0111.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212571594238264354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/SFbFgwFYCQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7H3N4PtKm1U/s1600-h/0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/SFbFgwFYCQI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7H3N4PtKm1U/s320/0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212570785181862146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/SFbFhOSjjpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m3pRygIEIEQ/s1600-h/0039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/SFbFhOSjjpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/m3pRygIEIEQ/s320/0039.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212570793290206866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/SFbFhWdCjgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/x418cKE50DY/s1600-h/0061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/SFbFhWdCjgI/AAAAAAAAAA8/x418cKE50DY/s320/0061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212570795481665026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/SFbFhpuWRRI/AAAAAAAAABE/1RzRm77mHCo/s1600-h/0063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/SFbFhpuWRRI/AAAAAAAAABE/1RzRm77mHCo/s320/0063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212570800654533906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/SFbFhnAIXwI/AAAAAAAAABM/hcsF-SAwXNA/s1600-h/0077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/SFbFhnAIXwI/AAAAAAAAABM/hcsF-SAwXNA/s320/0077.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212570799923814146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/SFbEhXcE-AI/AAAAAAAAAAk/L_rYwMHwkSI/s1600-h/0013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/SFbEhXcE-AI/AAAAAAAAAAk/L_rYwMHwkSI/s320/0013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212569696234436610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the ever changing Mika. This was her daddy's/grandpa's Father's Day Gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-2100809278851216824?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2100809278851216824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=2100809278851216824' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/2100809278851216824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/2100809278851216824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/mikas-85-month-portrai.html' title='Mika&apos;s 8.5 month portrait'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/SFbGPbYhi7I/AAAAAAAAABU/azg4ISFReQ0/s72-c/0092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-8328688607641339458</id><published>2008-06-11T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T15:37:00.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Mercedes SLK!</title><content type='html'>Thanks Lisa, that was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;I'm a Mercedes SLK!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.tomorrowland.us/sportscar/images/slk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;You appreciate the finer things in life.  You have a split personality - wild or conservative, depending on your mood. Wherever you go, you like to travel first class.  Luxury, style, and fun - who could ask for more?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.tomorrowland.us/sportscar"&gt;Which Sports Car Are You?&lt;/a&gt; quiz.&lt;p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-8328688607641339458?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8328688607641339458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=8328688607641339458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/8328688607641339458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/8328688607641339458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-mercedes-slk.html' title='I am a Mercedes SLK!'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-7873608261758528444</id><published>2008-06-04T11:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T11:39:43.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bathtime Fun with Mika</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d7a55354e6a6b784f413d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play Bathtime Fun" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d7a55354e6a6b784f413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own postcard - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/postcards" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox postcard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-7873608261758528444?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7873608261758528444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=7873608261758528444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/7873608261758528444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/7873608261758528444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/bathtime-fun-with-mika.html' title='Bathtime Fun with Mika'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-8938653681774080610</id><published>2008-05-12T13:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:13:52.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My horrible dream...</title><content type='html'>I hope I do not have to relive this nightmare. I had this horrible dream one morning about my daughter Mika. It's so hard for me to type this out w/o crying, but I feel that it might help get through the day. My dream started out pretty normal. My daughter Mika is 7 months old, but in my dream she was about 2 years old...maybe slightly younger. Anyway, she was playing on the floor with her toys and all of a sudden she swallowed this object. The object was pretty big, but somehow it managed to fit in her mouth. Well, her muscles in her mouth/throat relaxed and it went down her throat. I turned around b/c I heard her gasp for air. She was crying, but no noise was coming out of her. I saw the object lodged in her throat...sort of like the movie "Jawbreaker"...I paniced and called 911. I also open up the front door to yell for help. I called my husband, but I couldn't speak. So he knew something was wrong and left to go to the hospital. My daughter and I arrived at the hospital and was immediately seen by a doctor. He checked her over and was ready to call a surgeon. He check her heart beat and it was slipping. My daughter turned her head to look towards me with her big, blue, bubble eyes...The look of pain and "help me mamma" woke me up in tears. All I remember was holding her and saying "I love you Mika, please don't leave me". This is soooo hard for me to type this out and read it....anyway, I woke my ass up b/c I didn't want to know what was about to happen. I woke up in tears and ran to my sleeping daughter...she was sleeping peacefully. When she woke up, she was all smiles. For those who know me...my dreams are pretty vivid and accurate (most of the time)...This dream made me realize that I need to watch her more. She loves to put things in her mouth...fist, passy, etc...I hope no one has to ever go through this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-8938653681774080610?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8938653681774080610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=8938653681774080610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/8938653681774080610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/8938653681774080610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-horrible-dream.html' title='My horrible dream...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-3229369650419798208</id><published>2008-04-29T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T09:56:45.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The smell of roses...</title><content type='html'>So, lately I have been feeding my daughter some stage one veggies for the first time. She absolutely loves it! So I decided to mix peas with peaches...It sounds gross, but she was loving life. Anyway, she left a few surprises in her diaper. Her poopy diapers had a sweet smell. I couldn't believe it..her poop smells like roses! I thought it was weird so I thought I would share...I guess you are what you eat :)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-3229369650419798208?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3229369650419798208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=3229369650419798208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/3229369650419798208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/3229369650419798208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2008/04/smell-of-roses.html' title='The smell of roses...'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-180352948500508269.post-5150725622636256997</id><published>2008-03-06T20:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:19:29.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How should I start this?</title><content type='html'>How should I start this blog? For starters, this is my first blog. I don't blog b/c I think my writing sucks. Maybe, if I continue to write, it will get better?  I guess the best part about blogging is that no one will judge me. I am turning 29 this year. In fact, my birthday is next week...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt;. My high school reunion is coming up as well. Should I go? I am debating on this one. Even though I loved my high school, money is extremely tight b/c we just had a baby. I would rather get a group of people and hang out at Fridays or some place like that. That way, it will be a little more intimate and not about what I have accomplished...like I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;invented Post-It :). I do miss my friends and it would kick ass if I saw them again. After all, they were my relief from my parents. Plus, we have an awesome vacation coming up in July that I am excited about. That's if we pay off our bills after having Mika. I am keeping my fingers crossed this year. I guess the question is...go on vacation in July or reunion?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/180352948500508269-5150725622636256997?l=myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5150725622636256997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=180352948500508269&amp;postID=5150725622636256997' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/5150725622636256997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/180352948500508269/posts/default/5150725622636256997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myasianblueeyegirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-should-i-start-this.html' title='How should I start this?'/><author><name>Stephanie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14991033793987788952</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='28' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tYEo5VaNYus/S_665ES5IoI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Gwdg6SsgOG8/S220/Mika%27s+2nd+Bday+Fall+2009+001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
