<?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-4003667587260108601</id><updated>2011-09-11T04:17:08.501-07:00</updated><category term='faith'/><category term='be happy'/><category term='God is so amazing'/><category term='heaven'/><title type='text'>The Best Is Yet To Be</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-7001315895910806141</id><published>2010-12-14T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T09:31:18.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TQepnlxhKyI/AAAAAAAAADk/QVPyLhNryhA/s1600/SDC11903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TQepnlxhKyI/AAAAAAAAADk/QVPyLhNryhA/s320/SDC11903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550591563377224482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to our new room. Welcome to our life. God is so good in our lives. God blessed us with lots of friends and extended family this christmas. So I'm sure that we're having a merry christmas and a happy new year. Love you all guys and hope you have a merry christmas too. God bless :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-7001315895910806141?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/7001315895910806141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/7001315895910806141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/7001315895910806141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/12/new-room.html' title='New Room'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TQepnlxhKyI/AAAAAAAAADk/QVPyLhNryhA/s72-c/SDC11903.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-2652838237503556270</id><published>2010-11-03T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T09:35:45.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Is In Good Size!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TNGOx4m2mdI/AAAAAAAAADc/bJkj2lmybmU/s1600/SDC11635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TNGOx4m2mdI/AAAAAAAAADc/bJkj2lmybmU/s320/SDC11635.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535362404675131858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TNGOmhKRs5I/AAAAAAAAADU/igqZuGiinFo/s1600/SDC11623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TNGOmhKRs5I/AAAAAAAAADU/igqZuGiinFo/s320/SDC11623.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535362209402696594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yay! Last Thursday is our second sonogram and the baby that time is exactly 22 weeks and 4 days. So amazing that she understand you now, everytime you talk to her, she response and she made my day complete. Being a mother is so amazing. I'm so greatful that God answer our prayer, He gave us a daughter. We're exciting to the highest level since this is our first daughter. We don't know exactly what our responsibilities are but we may learn if the baby is there. All we want to do is to give love and love to our baby. Thank God for everything and for this opportunity!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-2652838237503556270?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/2652838237503556270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-is-in-good-size.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/2652838237503556270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/2652838237503556270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/11/baby-is-in-good-size.html' title='Baby Is In Good Size!'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TNGOx4m2mdI/AAAAAAAAADc/bJkj2lmybmU/s72-c/SDC11635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-9126130730217576845</id><published>2010-10-01T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T05:56:31.488-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Today is the very special day of my life so far, we have doctor appointment this afternoon and we may able to know if it's a girl or a boy. I'm so excited and don't know what I feel. Have a great day guys. God bless you. Shiny!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-9126130730217576845?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/9126130730217576845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/9126130730217576845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/9126130730217576845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-happy.html' title='Happy Happy'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-5445676771532976939</id><published>2010-09-29T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T10:33:21.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Of Life For A Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TKN4VranY9I/AAAAAAAAADM/rC-OEP03PPs/s1600/walk1+(24).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TKN4VranY9I/AAAAAAAAADM/rC-OEP03PPs/s320/walk1+(24).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522389881913304018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No other person can look in through the window of our heart as well as a marriage partner. Our greatest support in achieving our good intentions and growth can come from a life partner. It's not what we say that is important, but what we mean and what we do. Respect is earned in the doing of little things--calling to say you'll be late, remembering to follow through with a promise, giving grace when the other person fails to realize you'll need the favor returned sooner or later. All other grand themes of marriage will follow when first we reach for one another with the grace of forgiveness and humility.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-5445676771532976939?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/5445676771532976939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/09/words-of-life-for-marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/5445676771532976939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/5445676771532976939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/09/words-of-life-for-marriage.html' title='Words Of Life For A Marriage'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TKN4VranY9I/AAAAAAAAADM/rC-OEP03PPs/s72-c/walk1+(24).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-8026753791631953667</id><published>2010-09-28T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T08:02:11.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Occasion Of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TKIDPgg93KI/AAAAAAAAADE/OAa-Koif8Xg/s1600/SDC10515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TKIDPgg93KI/AAAAAAAAADE/OAa-Koif8Xg/s320/SDC10515.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521979658070776994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TKIDPbUBrTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vDXxs4BtcgY/s1600/SDC10508.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/_kjImVpzz0yE/TKIDPbUBrTI/AAAAAAAAAC8/vDXxs4BtcgY/s320/SDC10508.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521979656674323762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday hon. No exact words can describe how much I love you, all I know is I am totally happy and satisfied of my life when where together. I know there are trials but still our love is stronger than anything else. Sooner, we will be called finally a family, a father, a mother and a kid. I love you one million and one and half percent. You are always special to me, everyday that we're together, it is a special day for me. I love you. Happy Natal Day once again. God bless :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-8026753791631953667?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/8026753791631953667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/09/special-occasion-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/8026753791631953667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/8026753791631953667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/09/special-occasion-of-my-life.html' title='Special Occasion Of My Life'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TKIDPgg93KI/AAAAAAAAADE/OAa-Koif8Xg/s72-c/SDC10515.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-255816138040977680</id><published>2010-09-26T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T02:15:47.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Integrity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TJ8PIyfi1BI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eK6bXdB8vfU/s1600/EPSN1673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TJ8PIyfi1BI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eK6bXdB8vfU/s320/EPSN1673.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521148311846966290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Integrity in a marriage is that gut-level, what-you-see-is-what-you-get honesty that builds trust between two people. Where there is integrity, there are no hidden agendas, no skeletons in the closet, no hiding from true emotion, no fear of confrontation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead there is ability to love unselfishly because love springs from pure hearts. In the place of fear there is confidence that the loved one will always do good and never evil. In place of hiding emotions behind words there is the ability to confront--to put it all out on the table and work through any crisis because each has an abiding faith in each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a marriage, there is no greater betrayal than the betrayal of integrity. Integrity is the groundwork, the core, the foundation upon which the rest of the marriage structure is built. We must guard our hearts so that we never lose our integrity as individuals or as a couple.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-255816138040977680?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/255816138040977680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/09/integrity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/255816138040977680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/255816138040977680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/09/integrity.html' title='Integrity'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TJ8PIyfi1BI/AAAAAAAAAC0/eK6bXdB8vfU/s72-c/EPSN1673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-547716366536092030</id><published>2010-09-22T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T10:01:37.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel Down and I Feel Great</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TJo17krJ8bI/AAAAAAAAACk/gpN6y-0DlCo/s1600/SDC10229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TJo17krJ8bI/AAAAAAAAACk/gpN6y-0DlCo/s320/SDC10229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519783590869201330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are instances happen in our lives that sometimes you will choose that you let somebody feel you down. For me the only reason why I did it because I believe that God is in me, I may crying this time but I know I am doing right. I want to react and exchange bad words to someone I having conflict with but I've been praying for the whole night that God will give me a calm heart, a calm feeling whatever I heard that is not pleasing to myself. It's hurt though, I'm only human but even it's hurt and I cried atleast I feel relax and comfortable, I just cried to God, He knows what is right, He teach me to let people see that I have God in my life, that I'm not acting as a human in this kind of situation who wants to broaden the issue that cause trouble if we will continue, that possible turn into fire from the smoke. If somebody will call you that you are jealous of the things that they have, we're infact the truth you're really not, and call you that you are stupid, and will tell you get a life and grow up don't think like what you do, and says you're looking for any attention and praise, and trying to exist that you got your husband because of her that you're sitting in front of the cam and smiling like a damn blond whilst, that you're husband fall inlove to her words but he just saw your face in the computer, continuing says you're stupid fucking slut, shut up and keep your jealousy for yourself, and for the last she will call you USER. What do you think the right thing to say to that person? Are you eager to say her back bad words right? And try to remind her too about the things that she has done, the mistakes that she does but you know what I said to her?, "THANK YOU" for all the words that I hear from you. Now, I'm open and waiting for everything you wanted to say and call me. It's my pleasure to know. Thanks and God bless you. Hope you have a good day... I feel so down, I feel that I am very small in this world but the only thing that gives me hope is I know time will come I will be in the hand of God in which no tears at all, no worries, no trouble and it's all laughter and sweet smile in my lips. To God be the glory, He knows our sacrifices, He's not blind and He will settle everything into right things. His love will set you free. So, I'm thankful that I don't have any hatred in my heart now. I still love that person, I'm happy actually for their success in lives and continue praying that God will bless them more and more so that they may be a blessing to others too. Even I feel down I feel great. Keep shiny!!! Have a great day.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-547716366536092030?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/547716366536092030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-feel-down-and-i-feel-great.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/547716366536092030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/547716366536092030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-feel-down-and-i-feel-great.html' title='I Feel Down and I Feel Great'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TJo17krJ8bI/AAAAAAAAACk/gpN6y-0DlCo/s72-c/SDC10229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-2791552302371313925</id><published>2010-09-21T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T07:00:56.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Openness</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Love is the greatest gift and the greatest risk. To be completely open with the one whose opinion matters most, requires a deep trust. It's a difficult balance to achieve in marriage, this standing on the precipice of understanding and rejection. That the risk is worth the result in no way makes it easier to be transparent with one another. God knows how we feel. He risked His own Son to reach out and let a world of fallen people into His heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The emotional and mental differences between men and women can become insurmountable obstacles to a lasting, fulfilling relationship when ignored or misunderstood. However, those same differences, when recognized and appreciated, can become stepping-stones to a meaningful, fulfilling relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you willing to take the risk to grow together in your marriage so the second half is far better than the first half? It may involve making yourself more vulnerable to your spouse and disclosing yourself in deeper way. Or it may involve rearranging your schedule, learning skills, or changing some of your personal habits. But if you want to have a more personal and satisfying relationship with your spouse for the second half of marriage, we encourage you to take this challenge seriously.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-2791552302371313925?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/2791552302371313925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/09/openness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/2791552302371313925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/2791552302371313925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/09/openness.html' title='Openness'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-2262098246597133504</id><published>2010-09-14T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T12:36:59.452-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Good Times and...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TI_O0XW8HzI/AAAAAAAAACc/gmSa8u8n1rY/s1600/1+(18).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TI_O0XW8HzI/AAAAAAAAACc/gmSa8u8n1rY/s320/1+(18).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516855467570896690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nearly all of us enter marriage believing our love for our mate will never fade. Yet in the U.S. today, for every two marriages, there is one divorce. For too long we have accepted Hollywood's portrayal of love as the type of love for which to strive. It doesn't take long to discover that mere passion which revolves around sexual gratification is not sufficient in itself to establish a lasting relationship. Unfortunately, too many couples begin their marriages thinking this type of love is all they need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are at least three types of love--affection, passion and genuine love--only the latter provides an adequate foundation for the other two types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The honeymoon stage is a time of anticipation, establishing routines, setting up house, getting to know each other in a new way, silly and selfish conflicts, pursuing dreams, establishing employment and just generally having fun together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasant memories and treasured traditions can provide building blocks upon which a young couple can build their own marriage and family life. If you expect your love affair to remain the same or count on it to get better and better with-out effort on your part, you will be disappointed. Your love relationship must change because it is a living entity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-2262098246597133504?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/2262098246597133504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-good-times-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/2262098246597133504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/2262098246597133504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/09/in-good-times-and.html' title='In Good Times and...'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TI_O0XW8HzI/AAAAAAAAACc/gmSa8u8n1rY/s72-c/1+(18).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-623899793517600183</id><published>2010-09-12T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T14:39:37.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Communication...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TI1IgAQo1UI/AAAAAAAAACU/1Q8O_RMr81g/s1600/SDC11375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TI1IgAQo1UI/AAAAAAAAACU/1Q8O_RMr81g/s320/SDC11375.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516144833261524290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As couples we talk things over. We talk about, around, and through all the stuff of our life together. Sometimes we feel that we will never get to the end of all our words. We wonder if the other person will ever get it--will ever understand our thoughts in the way we try to express them. But as we continue to talk to each other, we learn that persistence and patience can bring us to a wonderful moment of aha--and finally, we know we've reach an understanding. Oh joy! Can anything be better? Our eyes meet. They light up with that special light and we know we will always remember this moment, especially when we come to another passage--another time when we need to talk things out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grant that we may not so much seek to be understood as to understand. Good communication is a decision.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-623899793517600183?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/623899793517600183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/09/communication.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/623899793517600183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/623899793517600183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/09/communication.html' title='Communication...'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TI1IgAQo1UI/AAAAAAAAACU/1Q8O_RMr81g/s72-c/SDC11375.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-499451253383759738</id><published>2010-09-10T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T15:57:27.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Different Planets?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Can this person really live on the same earth and breathe the same air and not understand what we mean at all? It seems impossible sometimes, but men and women made by the same Creator, who go back to the same dust after taking long and twisting routes through life, can harbor very different views of...well...just about everything! Being one in marriage seems to signify more of a completing of two opposite halves rather than both coming to one side or the other of an issue. And this is just what calls us back to negotiate understanding, this incessant need to complete the puzzle together, even when we want to give-up and lock all the doors and windows against its desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making assumptions about the language of love our spouse prefers often leads to disappointment, and sometimes even to misunderstanding.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-499451253383759738?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/499451253383759738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/09/different-planets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/499451253383759738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/499451253383759738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/09/different-planets.html' title='Different Planets?'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-1773494966560396976</id><published>2010-08-30T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T15:35:58.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Important Nutrients When You're Pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Protein, iron, and calcium are three nutrients you need now to keep you healthy and fuel your baby's development.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protein: Aim for 71 grams a day. Lean meats, eggs, and dairy products, as well as nuts, beans, and soy products like tofu, are all good sources. Three servings a day should help you meet your goal. Fish is a good source of protein (as well as vital omega-3 fatty acids), but because of concerns about contamination, experts debate how much and what type of fish you should eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iron: Getting 27 milligrams of iron every day is especially important to help ward off iron-deficiency anemia, a common problem among pregnant women. Iron found in animal products (called heme iron) is absorbed more easily by your body than iron found in plants (nonheme iron). The best source? Lean red meat. If you're a vegetarian or can't stomach meat, you can get some iron from vegetables such as spinach and legumes like lentils. It can be tough to get enough iron from these sources, though, so your provider may recommend an iron supplement. (Hint: Vitamin C enhances the absorption of nonheme iron, so eat foods rich in vitamin C — such as citrus fruits, strawberries, and sweet peppers — at the same time you eat non-meat iron-rich foods, or down your iron supplement with a glass of orange juice.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calcium: Four servings a day of dairy products will help you get the 1,000 mg of calcium you need (1,300 mg if you're 18 or younger). Your baby needs calcium for the formation of his bones and teeth. If you don't get enough of this nutrient, he'll take what he needs from your body and you'll lose calcium stored in your bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-1773494966560396976?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/1773494966560396976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-important-nutrients-when-youre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/1773494966560396976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/1773494966560396976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/08/some-important-nutrients-when-youre.html' title='Some Important Nutrients When You&apos;re Pregnant'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-8483353561164560421</id><published>2010-08-25T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T09:17:19.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Every person has dreams. There are happy dreams and there are sad dreams too. But let me ask you something, is your dream's always happy or sad? What do you think the cause of dreams? Other people says, it depend to what you've done for the whole day, it depend to your emotion for the day...well, not exactly to me, there are instances that it will reflect to what we've done during the day but most of the time maybe because of our too much imagination. We're going to bed because we want to rest instead we're tired because of our dreams. One night, I have lots of dreams and in the middle of the night, I awake, I'm almost loosing the game so it happens that I don't want to go back to sleep because I'm scared to lose exactly on the said battle. And during the day I'm tired and I want to sleep. Poor, poor Irene. I don't know why I always have bad dreams. Well, I believe that only God knows every answer to the questions in our mind. He knows exactly the meaning of our dreams. So if we want to know what it is, better to stay close to Him, He will not failed us. Whatever happen to me, to God be the glory.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-8483353561164560421?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/8483353561164560421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/08/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/8483353561164560421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/8483353561164560421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/08/dreams.html' title='Dreams!'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-3890353307280861878</id><published>2010-08-23T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T09:57:28.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yehey! Vacation Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;What is your dream in your life before when you're still a single? Me, all I want is I can ride in a plane and to have a happy and simple life, an average life. But this time that I am married, God gave me a life which is more than in my dream. Well, I know it that God owns everything, just do your part as a human, as a good servant and God will do the rest. I truly believe that God will bless you more than what you expect. That's why, this coming October, we're having another vacation again, we're going to Annapolis-Maryland to visit one of our friend there, Heather Ackroyd and Dave Dent, we will stay there for 3 days and after that we're going straight to Florida and we will stay there for 4 days and 3 nights at Disney World. I'm sure it's a very good and new adventure again of our life as part of our honeymoon everyday as a couple. I'm sure the baby will enjoy this vacation too, even it is still in my tummy. It can feel the happiness that I may feel as a mommy, right? Well, hope that you have a wonderful journey too of your life with your love ones. Have a great day guys!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-3890353307280861878?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/3890353307280861878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/08/yehey-vacation-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/3890353307280861878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/3890353307280861878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/08/yehey-vacation-again.html' title='Yehey! Vacation Again!'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-2325430612975368500</id><published>2010-08-17T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T08:57:51.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"True Love"</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Is it happen to you that you're inlove to the wrong person? I mean, how would you know that you are inloved? I hear a story that the girl leaved the guy because she didn't feel that she's loved. But the guy trying to explain that he really love the girl. Now, the guy trying to ask for help just to convince the girl to come back but the problem is both of them has different story. Who would you believe? I don't know...I don't know either. Well, the only thing I know is we, as girls is easy to fall inlove right? We have soft heart, once we know that we are loved, cared and important to the guys lives, possible our feeling developed, right? But as what I know to that girl, she doesn't feel that way, that's why she leaved the guy but the guy trying to exist that he gave everything to that girl....hhmmm. You know what I said to that guy? If you really feel the "true love" to her, you should set her free. You will be happy of where she's happy. Just accept the fact that she don't love you. In love, we should give and take, it should be fair, it should be equal no matter what. We know that the truth is always "hurt". I'm just lucky that it didn't happen to me. How about your love story guys? :) I hope everything is ok. Have a nice day  :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-2325430612975368500?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/2325430612975368500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/08/true-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/2325430612975368500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/2325430612975368500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/08/true-love.html' title='&quot;True Love&quot;'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-8693631782704980990</id><published>2010-08-16T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T08:11:59.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Happy!  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I talked to my mom this morning. I talked to some of my old friends too. It's been a long time that I didn't saw my mom so I feel so satisfied when I saw her almost three hours online. God is good all the time. Praise God for everything. Have a nice day guys! God bless you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-8693631782704980990?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/8693631782704980990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/8693631782704980990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/8693631782704980990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-happy.html' title='I&apos;m Happy!  :)'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-8161502927850311544</id><published>2010-08-15T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T12:07:11.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus My Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Are you glad that you are blessed by lots of friends? But the question there is, until when your friends are there for you? Do you have friends where you can trust hundred percent? A friend that always be there for you? A friend that available 24-7-365? A true friend where you can rely on? Everything--perfect friend...do you have that? If you don't have it, let me introduce to you a true friend of mine--Jesus. He is my bestfriend, a perfect friend of mine.I hope He is your friend too. God bless and have a nice day. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-8161502927850311544?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/8161502927850311544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/08/jesus-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/8161502927850311544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/8161502927850311544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/08/jesus-my-friend.html' title='Jesus My Friend'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-8714397318565741006</id><published>2010-08-09T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T03:20:15.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;By Gods grace, I enjoy my vacation. That was my long drive vacation before we leave here in Bloomington, I always said that I'm not that excited because I know that I always having tummy problems or what we called car sick. But through prayers of my dear friends, nothing is impossible. God is good all the time to our trip. I have lots of pictures from different places. Places from Illinois, Misourri, Oklahoma and Kansas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're very very happy when we got home safe and healthy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-8714397318565741006?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/8714397318565741006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/8714397318565741006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/8714397318565741006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome Home!'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-512771270998232754</id><published>2010-07-30T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T10:25:09.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Trip To Us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TFMKyXgCONI/AAAAAAAAACE/pDETDGsrZwQ/s1600/SDC11044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TFMKyXgCONI/AAAAAAAAACE/pDETDGsrZwQ/s320/SDC11044.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499751430367623378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We will be gone for 12 days. We're having our vacation to Illinois, Missouri, Oklahoma and Kansas States. Please pray for our safety trip. We're hoping that we will enjoy this trip. I will do my best to open this blog of mine once in a while, if we can find a wi-fi area. Missing you all guys. I'm excited and I pray to God that He will guide us and protect us, gave strength to the driver. He will be with us in this trip. To God be the glory. I hope that you have an exciting life guys like ours. Take care and God bless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-512771270998232754?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/512771270998232754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-trip-to-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/512771270998232754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/512771270998232754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-trip-to-us.html' title='Happy Trip To Us!'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TFMKyXgCONI/AAAAAAAAACE/pDETDGsrZwQ/s72-c/SDC11044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-7694504660373710183</id><published>2010-07-29T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T03:18:34.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Is Not Good!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Every "too much" is not good. Did you know that pregnant woman is not allowed to eat too much? Because they will just throw it away after they ate. But I don't really understand why is it--it works in that way? Did you know that pregnant woman specially in first three months are hard to look for their food? A food in which they really really like to eat, so that when they're on the mood to eat, they will eat a lot to make it balance in times when they miss eating but I learned something, when you're pregnant--don't eat too much at a time whether you're in the mood or not. You are allowed 10 times a day to eat but it should be little at a time. Do you think it's normal that pregnant woman are losing weight during their first three months? When I arrive here in the USA, I'm weighing 121 lbs. then I became 116 lbs. after 3 months and since I'm pregnant and start my morning sickness last week of June 'til now I'm weighing 105 lbs. Could you imagine how many lbs. I lost? Now I realized being pregnant is not that easy. Most mommy says that if your having morning sickness or throwing the food you just ate, it's ok, be happy for it because the baby is in good shape but if you're the one in the situation--I won't say anything. Well, God brought me here so He will let me live here. He owned everything, our blood, our breath, our heart, things that we have--anything. To God be the glory. Have a great day guys. God bless us all!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-7694504660373710183?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/7694504660373710183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/too-much-is-not-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/7694504660373710183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/7694504660373710183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/too-much-is-not-good.html' title='Too Much Is Not Good!'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-6550251264648566138</id><published>2010-07-28T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:59:40.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's My Home?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I am depressed for the entire week, and I don't know why? But the only thing that makes me feel good when I think to my home, I want to go home. I don't understand what's going on? It is because I am pregnant? Or because I got homesick? I really don't know what's happening. My husband is sick too, both of us are weak, what will happen to us? I still need the care of my parents, I still need their physical appearance, I need them to be in our side. If the reason of all of this is just because I'm pregnant, I almost surrender. I want to give-up. I want my simple life. A life where it is ruled in my own world. Until when I can call this place as my home? Until when I can say 100% that this is my home, my world. God be with us. Be our strength. For I believed that man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceeds from the mouth of God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-6550251264648566138?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/6550251264648566138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/wheres-my-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/6550251264648566138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/6550251264648566138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/wheres-my-home.html' title='Where&apos;s My Home?'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-3658062447665276560</id><published>2010-07-27T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T10:46:09.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I talked to my two Filipina friends today, Jec-Jec and Melanie. We discussed anything like foods and trying to make a plan for tomorrow, we will get together and prepare some Filipino menu and part of it is sinigang or law-oy, wow...I can't wait to eat it. And Melanie says that she will try to look for a banana for banana cue and pinaypay, yes! It's kind of exciting you know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Tim is not yet working today, he still have his soar throat but better that he doesn't have fever anymore. We're hoping that he can go to work tomorrow by Gods grace. God is our strength. He is our great wall. Have a blessed day guys!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-3658062447665276560?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/3658062447665276560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/whatever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/3658062447665276560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/3658062447665276560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/whatever.html' title='Whatever...'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-7081510497547426598</id><published>2010-07-26T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T15:16:57.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weak Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Tim didn't go to work today because he feel so bad, have soar throat and he's very warm. I can't take care of him because I'm having morning sickness too. Both of us are weak and no strength at all. We like it or not he need to drive to buy his medicine, I feel so sorry to him, to both of us. It's kinda hard but we're hoping tomorrow we feel better. God please heal us. We need You to touch us, let us pass this feeling by Your grace. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-7081510497547426598?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/7081510497547426598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/weak-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/7081510497547426598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/7081510497547426598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/weak-day.html' title='Weak Day!'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-2146296072120172371</id><published>2010-07-25T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T17:06:29.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, this is Tim, Irene's husband.</title><content type='html'>Irene loves her new car, and today she got a lot of practice. After church, she drove all the way across town to a Chinese restaurant. Afterwards, she drove us all the way home. This evening, she drove us over to friends house,and drove us back. Around 50 miles or better, I'd say. Good job, sweetie! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-2146296072120172371?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/2146296072120172371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/hi-this-is-tim-irenes-husband.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/2146296072120172371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/2146296072120172371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/hi-this-is-tim-irenes-husband.html' title='Hi, this is Tim, Irene&apos;s husband.'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-1053762821327396811</id><published>2010-07-24T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T08:49:50.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Only Human</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Why is it there are people that they can't smile for you if you're in a happy moment? Is it a burden for them to see you smiling. I really don't understand why they will let you feel down in times of your up's? And in times of your down's, they were smiling secretly. I am only human, I know how to appreciate things either small or big things that I received in life. Not everybody has opportunity like this, who am I if I don't know how to appreciate things? Did you know that all of this things is not ours? God owned everything, our life and everything is just temporary. We have to enjoy life on earth. Try to be happy when you saw your friends, relatives, brothers and sisters are happy. Be thankful to the Lord for them. God bless guys!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-1053762821327396811?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/1053762821327396811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-only-human.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/1053762821327396811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/1053762821327396811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-only-human.html' title='I&apos;m Only Human'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-6836590109388377210</id><published>2010-07-23T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T09:20:44.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby or Sisters?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I feel so sorry to myself when I woke-up 11:20 this morning because I remember that 6:00AM my 2 brother and 2 sister are online, they're waiting for me. When I get off the bed, I run to the computer and check if they have offline message for me. It's kind of feeling that I hope they're not there but I read lots of message from them. Well, I'm just thankful that even I didn't see them, one of the good news there is that they're going to come back online again this evening. "Thank you guys" I said. Trying to explain to myself, what can I do? My baby and I are sleeping...I love to sleep specially this time. Well, have a nice day guys. God bless!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-6836590109388377210?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/6836590109388377210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/baby-or-sisters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/6836590109388377210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/6836590109388377210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/baby-or-sisters.html' title='Baby or Sisters?'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-7415847596238967052</id><published>2010-07-22T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T03:39:49.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;2010 Honda Fit with a red color is my new car. My husband bought it July 20, 2010. He said this is the car where I'll fit, I can practice and learn how to drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let's go to our relationship update, all I can say is our honeymoon is not yet over, I don't mean about s*x but what I mean is the way we feel each other, kinda sweet, always miss each other and sweet kisses are always there. We're happy couple. Have a great day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-7415847596238967052?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/7415847596238967052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-new-car.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/7415847596238967052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/7415847596238967052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-new-car.html' title='My New Car'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-7991680425368770344</id><published>2010-07-20T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T11:07:01.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost There...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I really thought that my life is over early morning today, I woke up 2:56AM and I can't stand straight, I am very hungry, I try to eat saltine cracker but I almost can't swallow it, so I decided to cook my rice and open a sardines and I ate. Praise God I'm still alive, I talked to God that time and says "Lord, if it is your will to get me, ok I will go with you, as long as I'm in your hand, I'm willing to leave this place." After that prayer, I hear thunder and I feel better. Isn't it awesome news? By God's grace, I'm alive. He's worthy to give thanks, praise and honor. God bless all of you guys.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-7991680425368770344?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/7991680425368770344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/almost-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/7991680425368770344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/7991680425368770344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/almost-there.html' title='Almost There...'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-2311102557264746970</id><published>2010-07-19T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T15:18:06.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TETO_dr0lKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sxMfVnkM-ng/s1600/apple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TETO_dr0lKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sxMfVnkM-ng/s400/apple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495745034994357410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm just happy today because my husband is soo sweet to me, he brought FUJI Apple with bunch of kisses from work. I talked to my mom too this morning and I just heard good things happening there, they're fine and grace by God my sister Darling and brother Maki are safe. When I talked to my mom using video call, my brother JR called her so I knew that he's safe too, my sister Yen-Yen having Acquaintance Party that night, Kuya Ramel is still at work, Kuya Micheal and his family is pretty good, of course my dad is fine, he miss me, he miss Tim too. Well, this is my life, I'm blessed of my husband, nobody's perfect but he's perfect for me. He's soo sweet acting like a daddy, kissing my tummy before he leave for work and kissing it again when he get home. We're a happy couple guys. Hope you have a good and happy life too like ours. God bless :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-2311102557264746970?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/2311102557264746970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/2311102557264746970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/2311102557264746970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TETO_dr0lKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sxMfVnkM-ng/s72-c/apple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-2034907988108164674</id><published>2010-07-18T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T18:02:02.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears Of Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Did you know that no Sunday that I didn't cry? Let me ask you something, what is your purpose why you go to church every Sunday? It is because you used to it? Or it is because this is your day schedule? Because it's Sunday, we need to go to church? For you, how important is that day and time? Actually, no need to answer me. You have to answer--God. I admit, I'm not perfect, our church is not perfect, even preacher's is not perfect but I'm just lucky that in behalf of all the mistakes and sins that I've done, Jesus Christ forgive me--just one drop of His blood in calvary, I am forgiven, He love me so much, I always feel His presence. Our preacher, Glen Stidd says "Later the heaven will be full of sinners saved by grace". God owns everything, He planned my life, it is worthy to give Him praise and honor. Life is soo smooth with Him. I can testify to you that my life with God and without God has a very big difference. Dedicate our life to the Lord, it's not too late. Have a great day and God bless.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-2034907988108164674?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/2034907988108164674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/tears-of-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/2034907988108164674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/2034907988108164674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/tears-of-joy.html' title='Tears Of Joy'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-1814727257626217321</id><published>2010-07-17T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T09:59:02.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Late...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;To those pregnant woman, is it really normal for you to wake up too late in the morning? Because I am, I feel I am too lazy, and I want to avoid too for my morning sickness. I'm always not in the mood, I don't want to eat anything, everything is "ewwww" for me. I hate to ride in the car too, just a small move--cause to carsick, I really can't explain what I feel. I'm very happy of course that we're having a baby but now I realized, it's not that easy. That's why I really salute those girls that they dare to keep in secret their unplanned pregnancy, they don't want other people know that they're pregnant, you will just knew it when their tummy becomes bigger. Good for them. God bless guys!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-1814727257626217321?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/1814727257626217321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/too-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/1814727257626217321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/1814727257626217321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/too-late.html' title='Too Late...'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-2351409743478342351</id><published>2010-07-15T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T17:18:02.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got It...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TD-lJyLS-BI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7xVKHIg6jCA/s1600/orchids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 108px; height: 145px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TD-lJyLS-BI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7xVKHIg6jCA/s320/orchids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494291657921853458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finally, I have now my learner's permit for driving, I can start but I have the biggest problem, I don't have c-a-r, OMG! It's a big thing, how can I have this? I don't have work and most of all I didn't marry a millionaire. Well, nothing is impossible right? I'm not in a hurry though to have it, this time the best thing to do is to practice driving from my husband's car. We don't know, one day after I'll eat F-I-T-A, there's a fairy comes out and ask me for a one wish after I gave something to those who like FITA too, lol... Believe it or not? It's up to you but if this time will come? My wish is...sports car 'yong red...wahahahaha. Guys! Guys! Guys! this is life, free to dream, but the truth is if I can own a car someday? I don't care what kind of car it is, as long as it is short hood where I will fit, where I can see the road and of course car that will run. I don't know type of cars and I don't care if I have one someday, brand new or second hand...well...whatever, actually if this place is like Philippines? I am satisfied now with my yellow scooter but in this place, it makes you feel disable when you don't have car, you can't go anywhere you want to go. Scooter could run, yes! but it's not allowed in interstate highway, you can use it during summer but how about winter time? I need a car not want. God bless guys!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-2351409743478342351?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/2351409743478342351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-got-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/2351409743478342351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/2351409743478342351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-got-it.html' title='I Got It...'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TD-lJyLS-BI/AAAAAAAAAB0/7xVKHIg6jCA/s72-c/orchids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-6309683306697695483</id><published>2010-07-14T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T18:08:28.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Okey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Better luck next time, I took again my exam for driving today but the result is the same yesterday, 7 mistakes in general knowledge, perfect in traffic signs identification. I thought it's the same questions and signs, but it's not. I will never give-up, tomorrow I will retake and if I fail, I'll go back again next day, and still if not, I'll go back on Monday and if it's not again...maybe they're the one who will give-up to me and maybe says, "Ok, I will let you pass, you're wasting our papers and ink" lol. Tim is laughing to me, me either, I don't know what I feel this time, I can't explain. Whether I like it or not, I need to get it, I need to pass it, hhmm "try and try before I die" lol. Have a nice day guys. God bless :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-6309683306697695483?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/6309683306697695483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-okey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/6309683306697695483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/6309683306697695483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-okey.html' title='It&apos;s Okey!'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-8337807606869332440</id><published>2010-07-13T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T18:59:18.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Failed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I failed but it's ok. I took my learner's permit or beginners permit today for driving and I have 7 mistakes out of 34 questions on knowledge test and only 6 wrong answer allowed for you to pass. But it's ok because I'm perfect in traffic sign identification out of 16 questions, I got 16, still I'm failed but not that bad. I'll try again tomorrow, "Irene will never give-up" I said. Even though I failed? I'm happy to retake it because it makes me more familiar to the rules and regulations, how to become a defensive driver, good driver, ready driver and best driver. One thing more, take how many times as you can, it's free, lol. Atleast now I know what are those questions where I got wrong. Tim says that tomorrow is a different questionnaire but it's just the same questions, they just scramble it or disarrange it. Good luck to me! Have a nice day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-8337807606869332440?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/8337807606869332440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-failed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/8337807606869332440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/8337807606869332440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-failed.html' title='I Failed!'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-844118938239498270</id><published>2010-07-12T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T19:23:56.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not A Best Day But Better</title><content type='html'>Tim is not working today because he's not feeling well. So sad to hear from him saying "Soar...soar...soar", how I wish I can give to him my strength but in behalf of that of course I'm happy because he's here beside me--we're together. Before the day end, he leave the house, kinda "Boring..." he said, well he has a good excuse though, he go to Spencer and look for a car, a red car for me. When he get home, he brought 4pcs. of mango apple and my favorite pork pride rice. I ate the 3 pcs. of mango apple. What--? Yes! I got shock to myself too, in one time--one mango left. That's the only thing I love to eat this day, nothing more--having sense that I lose weight. "Irene is too picky..." I said to myself but not because I'm pregnant but because this is the real me, I'm afraid to taste a new food for me, food that I'm not used to it, food that I'm not familiar with--american food ahhh! I prefer to live eating my ordinary Filipino food like ginamos with lemon, bulad, isdang paksiw, gulay, adobong pusit, and my "mantoy" term (mantika ug toyo) lol. This is me. I really love my life and my experiences. Now that I'm here, I'm trying my best to love this world, to adjust and to love things that belongs here, considering that my husband is here, my inspiration and my new life. Have a nice day everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-844118938239498270?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/844118938239498270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/not-best-day-but-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/844118938239498270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/844118938239498270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/not-best-day-but-better.html' title='Not A Best Day But Better'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-3324056978475239242</id><published>2010-07-11T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T17:01:34.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Your Day, Mang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDpayVdB08I/AAAAAAAAABs/aAfihnByzF8/s1600/34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDpayVdB08I/AAAAAAAAABs/aAfihnByzF8/s320/34.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492802516330599362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have the best mom in the world", that's how I describe my mom. Today is her special day, her birthday. Almost half of the world where she is but we're together in my heart. Did you try to appreciate all the circumstances that you and your mom encountered? I do, lots of times that we argue, have misunderstanding, have feeling being unfair, feel that we don't love each other, and not giving attention to each other but in behalf of all trials, we learned from it, specially during the time that both of you being apart, that's the time you will realize the importance of each other. Lots of things she does, I does--that we even didn't give attention on it, never appreciate it. Well, nobody's perfect but it's not too late to say all the best words need to tell to those important people in our lives. Yes! we made lots of mistake but it's not a big deal the most important thing is we learned from it. We learned how to say "I'm s-o-r-r-y" and say "I love you, mom", this is the best word she wanted to hear from you during her special day and everyday. Happy 45th birthday to you my mom, wish you good health all the time. It's your day, Mang! ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-3324056978475239242?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/3324056978475239242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-your-day-mang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/3324056978475239242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/3324056978475239242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/its-your-day-mang.html' title='It&apos;s Your Day, Mang!'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDpayVdB08I/AAAAAAAAABs/aAfihnByzF8/s72-c/34.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-823721074278785139</id><published>2010-07-11T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T16:37:21.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDpVjIXr-lI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZRKmiop5LC8/s1600/sagadalantana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 108px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDpVjIXr-lI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZRKmiop5LC8/s320/sagadalantana.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492796757562358354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dra. Wiler" is my incoming doctor,I didn't meet her yet but I have a feeling I trust her because it is recommended by my friends in church liked Diana, Liz and Sandy. Where waiting our ordered food in Old Charley's so we discussed lots of things but the main thing is all about my pregnancy period, what I feel, how ready I am, foods that I liked and lot more. Well, it's just happy to remember that eating together with some of the church members makes your day complete, open discussion means a lot to me, of course a new mommy need to know advance things being a mom, well...well...well...I learn a lot today, being a good christian and being a ready mommy. Lil break, we're too serious, let's go to the funny things we discussed, did you know that Phil, a husband of Diana open things about "How you will look like, a short lady with a big tummy?, Tim maybe can roll you over lol", he just said, well, Tim has a story, maybe like our dog before named Saidi, when she's pregnant we need to carry her during winter because she can't even step her foot, too heavy she feels, she has big tummy and a short dog on a snow, lol...everybody is laughing...gosh! We're just having fun. I know that you know, lots of people gathered in one time and in one place, lots of talks. Oops! our food is here. Happy Sunday and hope you have a very nice day too like mine. God bless us all. :) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-823721074278785139?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/823721074278785139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-sunday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/823721074278785139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/823721074278785139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-sunday.html' title='Happy Sunday'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDpVjIXr-lI/AAAAAAAAABk/ZRKmiop5LC8/s72-c/sagadalantana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-3451724438214246801</id><published>2010-07-10T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T07:40:10.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting To Know You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDiF9gvWOpI/AAAAAAAAABY/vgctqW46KFU/s1600/SDC10752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDiF9gvWOpI/AAAAAAAAABY/vgctqW46KFU/s320/SDC10752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492287037385357970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In marriage we still sometimes dance around each other much as we first did during the early days of our courtship--hesitantly, carefully. Does our partner really want to participate? Do I really know the steps? But the more we get to know one another, the more we can grow in trust of each other. Then we can move along together through life in a rhythm that is unique to our marriage. Then deep places in our spirit call to those in our beloved just like the Holy Spirit calls to us both--together and separately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many couples, thinking they know each other intimately, have actually lived on a superficial level for yers. Unfortunately, marriages of this type are the norm rather than the exception.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-3451724438214246801?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/3451724438214246801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/getting-to-know-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/3451724438214246801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/3451724438214246801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/getting-to-know-you.html' title='Getting To Know You'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDiF9gvWOpI/AAAAAAAAABY/vgctqW46KFU/s72-c/SDC10752.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-8500685439284631465</id><published>2010-07-09T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T07:40:30.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Stop Smiling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDc0z30GgkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/umAQrxvEfWs/s1600/37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 97px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDc0z30GgkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/umAQrxvEfWs/s320/37.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491916336362062402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you try to feel being no one remember you? On your birthday, anniversary, or any special day in your life. Being a mom, I want to do it to my mom so that my baby later will do it to me too like what I did to my love ones. Special occasions is special, I great my mom today a happy birthday, and I can't stop smiling to think and to feel what she feels. I talk to them almost four hours online, cam to cam, so happy to think that in behalf of being far away, almost half of the world, still they spend four hours just for one time to me. Other people think it's crazy, what are they talking about? I don't care what they think, what I care all about is, we talked, I feel that they're just in front of me. Feels like home. Can't stop smiling to think about all the advices given by your real mother, mom to mom. She's trying to teach me strategy how to become a good mom even the baby is still in the womb, so sweet to hear it from her. I'm very happy but before our time end of course there's a lil bit of drama, I miss them, I love to be with them but of course I should think that I have my own family now. I'm happy that they're all happy for me, specially this time they have incoming grandchild, we're having a baby, can't stop smiling everyday and everytime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-8500685439284631465?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/8500685439284631465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/cant-stop-smiling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/8500685439284631465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/8500685439284631465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/cant-stop-smiling.html' title='Can&apos;t Stop Smiling...'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDc0z30GgkI/AAAAAAAAABQ/umAQrxvEfWs/s72-c/37.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-6225479000820411726</id><published>2010-07-08T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T10:40:14.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't It Romantic?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDYMhSV-P6I/AAAAAAAAABI/XyYyuexrOAs/s1600/PICT0571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDYMhSV-P6I/AAAAAAAAABI/XyYyuexrOAs/s320/PICT0571.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491590561624113058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's great when we plan a romantic outing and everything works together perfectly. What a triumph! At those time we feel as if we are the most suave, romantic couple on earth. We planned and pulled off a wonderful time for just the two of us. Then there's music in the air and all is right in God's world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about the other times. So many elements seem to conspire to throw us off the track of romance. No matter how carefully we plan that dream date and guard it on our calendar, a car  breaks down, guests drop in, someone gets sick, or it rains on our picnic day of the beach.  Those times when the plan goes wrong, there is no sight more worth remembering than the smile of grace appearing in the eyes of our beloved-a smile that says, "It's OK. I feel as much love as if it had all gone perfectly." Those tender moments of love and understanding will stay with us much longer than the memories of a perfect romantic date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The courtship stage is a time of mutual fascination, curiosity, and attraction-in all ways. Couples enjoy along walks and longer talks, expressions of sensitivity come naturally, the warm glow of love abounds, and they cling to each other is syrupy displays of affection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-6225479000820411726?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/6225479000820411726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/isnt-it-romantic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/6225479000820411726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/6225479000820411726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/isnt-it-romantic.html' title='Isn&apos;t It Romantic?'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDYMhSV-P6I/AAAAAAAAABI/XyYyuexrOAs/s72-c/PICT0571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-4028387663391644101</id><published>2010-07-07T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T10:07:45.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Best Friends Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDSzlptbmeI/AAAAAAAAABA/N9ZM8L3uAsc/s1600/SDC10832.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDSzlptbmeI/AAAAAAAAABA/N9ZM8L3uAsc/s320/SDC10832.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491211305104415202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessed is the one who marries a best friend. After years and years together, the ultimate compliment silver-haired lovers smile upon each other is : "We are best friends." We may no longer play the same sports or enjoy the same hobbies, but we do delight in each other's company. We love being able to call across the house and know that special person is there-that we can be ourselves and not have to make any kind of impression because our partner accepts us for who we are as a whole, not by bits and pieces. We can fight or be apathetic. We can sit together without having to make conversation. We can listen to each other without needing any special point to our talking. We can sing or dance together when we have no ear or sense of rhythm-and even make up our own words if we forget the right ones! That's friendship, that's love-that's life's gift to the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your willingness to accept the differences between you will allow you to complement one another in ways that make life better for each of you. Keep in mind how different you and your partner are-not just your backgrounds, but your emotional make-up. Learn what really matters to your partner, learn his or her emotional language of love, and then act accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my lover, this is my best friend.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-4028387663391644101?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/4028387663391644101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-best-friends-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/4028387663391644101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/4028387663391644101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-best-friends-do.html' title='What Best Friends Do'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDSzlptbmeI/AAAAAAAAABA/N9ZM8L3uAsc/s72-c/SDC10832.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-1158166502081611271</id><published>2010-07-07T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T08:58:37.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Sorry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDSkBz7hIPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QcPJs7G7Kz8/s1600/SDC10768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDSkBz7hIPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QcPJs7G7Kz8/s320/SDC10768.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491194196698145010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Of all the holy acts that go against our grain as fallen humans, the strongest may well be admitting we are wrong, that we need forgiveness, whether from God or our spouse. Yet no other act is so powerful in coming to terms honestly with our sin. Admitting to wrong calls down the mercy of Christ from the very throne of grace. This actions restores our heart in love. Admission of wrongdoing sets us free to give and receive love when we unlock the door, fling it open unconditionally to God and others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bargaining with God is not possible. We must surrender ourselves to Him unconditionally. Give Him everything. He will give you back far more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-1158166502081611271?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/1158166502081611271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-sorry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/1158166502081611271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/1158166502081611271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-sorry.html' title='I&apos;m Sorry'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDSkBz7hIPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/QcPJs7G7Kz8/s72-c/SDC10768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4003667587260108601.post-2425314275181773389</id><published>2010-07-04T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T16:15:00.250-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is so amazing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='be happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Amazing Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi everyone, I just want to share how happy and blessed I am today. It's Sunday and "Independence Day". But you know what make this day amazing? I learn that we're free not just being American but being human, a christian, I spend my day every Sunday at Northside Christian Church, and this day I learned a lot. Would you believe about heaven and hell? I do, I believe that time will come, I will be in heaven, you may got shock I know, people think about the only person who can enter in the gate of heaven are those perfect, really? It doesn't mean that I will be in heaven, I am perfect, nobody's perfect because when the end of the day will come the heaven will be full of sinners and the hell will be full of good people who didn't dedicate their life to Jesus. So sad to hear that their are other people didn't believe about end of the world, they may hear it how many times from news papers, televisions, radio, psychic, etc. but I just want to share that nobody knows the exact date. So, just do the best that we can everyday, be thankful that He gave us new day, new life and new air that we breath, meaning in this time His trying to gave us a chance to change our life. Soo amazing, everyday is a chance, be glad. God bless us all!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4003667587260108601-2425314275181773389?l=djerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/feeds/2425314275181773389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/amazing-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/2425314275181773389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4003667587260108601/posts/default/2425314275181773389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://djerica.blogspot.com/2010/07/amazing-day.html' title='Amazing Day'/><author><name>DJ Erica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08802093143337141840</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kjImVpzz0yE/TDDtDdNx9nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DXYfGWhBwvo/S220/SDC10071.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
