<?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-5958521426333991049</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:12:07.449-08:00</updated><category term='chunin'/><category term='expecting'/><category term='Sudan'/><category term='live'/><category term='workout'/><category term='flaws'/><category term='getting married'/><category term='St. Nick'/><category term='wedding pics'/><category term='frame of mind'/><category term='birth'/><category term='charities'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='sanctity'/><category term='Geoffrey&apos;s of Malibu'/><category term='Barber'/><category term='begin with the end in mind'/><category term='single life'/><category term='Liu Yan'/><category term='mission statement'/><category term='big families'/><category term='hope'/><category term='honeymoon'/><category term='Santa'/><category term='rights and responsibilities'/><category term='Harambee'/><category term='anxiety'/><category term='disability'/><category term='San Diego'/><category term='susan boyle'/><category term='7 habits of highly effective people'/><category term='baby girl'/><category term='craigslist'/><category term='family life'/><category term='anger'/><category term='baby names'/><category term='lost dog'/><category term='Faith'/><category term='Josemaria Escriva'/><category term='loving'/><category term='Gay marriage'/><category term='fear of heights'/><category term='daughter'/><category term='loving parents'/><category term='Gary Chapman'/><category term='steven covey'/><category term='romance'/><category term='empower child'/><category term='BnB'/><category term='loving your husband'/><category term='Cameroon'/><category term='parenthood'/><category term='St. Anthony'/><category term='daily life'/><category term='seafood'/><category term='Julie and Julia; Julia Child'/><category term='Redirecting Eddie'/><category term='life adventures'/><category term='tenure'/><category term='film festival'/><category term='God'/><category term='Don Alvaro'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Kenya'/><category term='dutch treat'/><category term='Love Language'/><category term='laugh'/><category term='heart'/><category term='labor pains'/><category term='trapeze'/><category term='solo dance'/><category term='Filipino'/><category term='natural law'/><category term='china dancer'/><category term='Atheism'/><category term='spoiled child'/><category term='moms-to-be'/><category term='Einstein'/><category term='breastfeeding'/><category term='holidays'/><category term='food'/><category term='St. Josemaria'/><category term='courtship'/><category term='St. Josemaria Escriva'/><category term='Pinoy restaurant'/><category term='job hunting'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='yuletide season'/><category term='tea'/><category term='love'/><category term='university'/><category term='pregnancy'/><category term='La Jolla'/><title type='text'>Sharing the Moment</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts on life and love, politics and showbiz, classical philosophy and pop culture. Welcome to my blog, I would love to hear from you as well!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-5337669506923152635</id><published>2010-01-24T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T01:13:01.904-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courtship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dutch treat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>On dutch treats and romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/S1wPCsbQHOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/q39bIZ0Wk4A/s1600-h/9410906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/S1wPCsbQHOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/q39bIZ0Wk4A/s320/9410906.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430231789661592802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of ours recently asked my hubby and I about "dutch treats and dating". Our friend has a new-found love and the gentleman she is dating offered to "alternate" paying for their dates with her. They are both adults with decent earning power. But it bothered our friend that her new-found love wanted to go dutch while dating her, at a time when their relationship is so new. They have not defined their relationship yet. So she asked for our opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told her frankly that as a woman, it had always been difficult for me to feel romantic about a man who wanted to go dutch on a date. I didn't care where he took me to dinner -- it could be just coffee, or a picnic under the stars -- but I needed to have a consistent sense that he could be man enough to take care of me. I always offered to pay for my dates with men and boyfriends, but I always felt resentful when they took my offer... It was the same resentment I felt whenever a guy would come up to me and give me his phone number instead of asking for mine. It felt like the guy was taking the easy way out, and was afraid to step up and treat me as a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being made to feel special as a woman was and still is one of the key reasons for why I fell in love with my hubby. He had always opened doors for me, paid for meals (whether cheap or expensive), generally been a gentleman to me. He has done this consistently, from the moment I met him until today as my husband. He hasn't changed, being a gentleman is simply part of his character. I find that very classy :) and so very sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby also gave our friend an earful of advice. He says that if our friend was our daughter, he would not have any patience for any man who could not be a gentleman to her, especially in a dating situation. Dutch treats are for platonic friends, not for romantic relationships where the man should behave like a gentleman and a woman should be treated like a lady. It is not about the money -- if the man wants some assurance that he is not being taken advantaged of by the woman for his money, he can always just take her to places and events that does not require top dollar. And the woman can show she cares by cooking for him, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hubby and I both felt very strongly about the situation our friend was in. We felt the guy she was dating probably had some baggage from a previous relationship and was  unconsciously putting our friend in a situation where she had to prove her intentions for him. We advised her to nip the situation in the bud, by having a conversation with her guy from a loving place, not from resentment. Here's hoping it all works out for this new couple!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-5337669506923152635?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/5337669506923152635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-dutch-treats-and-romance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/5337669506923152635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/5337669506923152635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-dutch-treats-and-romance.html' title='On dutch treats and romance'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/S1wPCsbQHOI/AAAAAAAAAKA/q39bIZ0Wk4A/s72-c/9410906.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-2356362058746433521</id><published>2009-12-28T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T22:37:13.588-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Josemaria Escriva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craigslist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Nick'/><title type='text'>A cute Christmas Miracle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SzldEPMjm7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/_zJhFcjGnV0/s1600-h/DSC_3251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SzldEPMjm7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/_zJhFcjGnV0/s320/DSC_3251.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420465953897159602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Christmas Eve, hubby and I lost our 18-year-old dog, Dijon. She's mostly blind and deaf from old age. We let her out the townhouse to pee, then we got distracted with dinner and presents. One hour later, we realized --with horror-- that Dijon was still outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was nowhere to be found. We knocked on doors of 10 or so neighbors who were all getting ready for Christmas dinner. No one has seen a small white dog wandering about.   At this point, 2 neighbors volunteered to drive around the neighborhood to try to find  Dijon. Nothing turned up. I had to miss my Christmas Eve Mass since I clearly can not leave my distraught hubby to look for Dijon on his own -- he was walking around the neighborhood in a t-shirt in 40-degree LA winter weather. I was making novenas to St. Josemaria Escriva under my breath. I was so distracted it was difficult to finish my Our Fathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After posting about 30 flyers with Dijon's picture around the neighborhood, we decided to call it a night. It was 1:00am, Christmas Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up very sad and blue on Christmas morning :( Especially hubby who felt he let Dijon down. We were not in the mood to open gifts. I went to Christmas Mass--which was wonderful. Then hubby's sister called to suggest we try searching online. Great idea -- we decided to post a "Lost Dog" ad with pics asap, on Craigslist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, hubby -- who is Jewish -- suggested I make another novena to St. Josemaria Escriva (hubby knows I have a devotion to him). A few minutes after that conversation, we got an email response to our ad, pointing us to a "Found Dog" ad that may or may not be Dijon. We opened the Found Dog ad -- and it's Dijon! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We frantically emailed the person who posted the Found Dog ad. An hour passed. Nothing. Hubby was worried. Another hour passed... Half-way through my novena, the door bell rang -- and hubby was greeted by a nice gentleman, Dijon tucked under his arm. We were overjoyed! We introduced ourselves and it turns out Dijon's rescuer is named Nick -- Dijon apparently crossed a main thoroughfare and went inside Walgreens. The Walgreens people kept putting her outside, and she kept coming back in. Nick took her home, gave her a bath and tried to console her. He also posted the Craigslist ad.  We offered a reward but Nick flatly refused it. So we donated the reward under his name to his favorite charity. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We consider it a miracle that Dijon survived crossing a big street despite being blind and deaf, and being found and safely returned by someone named after St. Nick, as in Santa Claus, on Christmas Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Dijon can pretty much have accidents around the house (because of her age) and we no longer complain :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-2356362058746433521?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/2356362058746433521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/12/cute-christmas-miracle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/2356362058746433521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/2356362058746433521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/12/cute-christmas-miracle.html' title='A cute Christmas Miracle'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SzldEPMjm7I/AAAAAAAAAJw/_zJhFcjGnV0/s72-c/DSC_3251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-6629748718465933406</id><published>2009-12-03T12:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T12:31:35.212-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yuletide season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Missing Christmas back home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sxgf8gXbx-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/7aKSl_qpfDA/s1600-h/philip41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sxgf8gXbx-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/7aKSl_qpfDA/s320/philip41.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411110076626487266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SxgfxTSR-KI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qJvg59L1IP8/s1600-h/christmas-eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SxgfxTSR-KI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qJvg59L1IP8/s400/christmas-eve.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411109884136650914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have decided to cancel our Philippine trip due to my pregnancy -- better safe than sorry. Hubby was looking forward to meeting my mom, the rest of the family and my closest friends -- and visiting my home country for the first time. And I was so eager to immerse myself in the Spirit of the Christmas Season -- Philippine-style -- with all the piety of our Masses, the lights, the crazy exchange of gifts, and the warmth of family and friends. And all those yummy goodies -- arroz caldo, puto bumbong, etc!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christmas in LA just does not compare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it will have to do for now... I'll look for an Advent Wreath to decorate the house this weekend. I somehow prefer that over a Christmas tree. And it would be nice to have a small Belen (the Holy Family and the Manger). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-6629748718465933406?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/6629748718465933406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/12/missing-christmas-back-home.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/6629748718465933406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/6629748718465933406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/12/missing-christmas-back-home.html' title='Missing Christmas back home'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sxgf8gXbx-I/AAAAAAAAAJk/7aKSl_qpfDA/s72-c/philip41.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-19103907161992051</id><published>2009-11-05T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T12:06:30.828-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby names'/><title type='text'>Baby Girl names, anyone?</title><content type='html'>We are expecting a girl, and we are open to suggestions re names. We want a first name that is American and a second name that is Filipino. We are playing around with several names so far, but we can still change our minds, after all we still have a few months to go.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So if you have any good names to offer, we are all ears! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-19103907161992051?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/19103907161992051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-girl-names-anyone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/19103907161992051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/19103907161992051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/11/baby-girl-names-anyone.html' title='Baby Girl names, anyone?'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-2151465907482417400</id><published>2009-10-07T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T13:22:50.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expecting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daughter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby girl'/><title type='text'>It's a Girl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Ssz4CpSjT_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/PZoLRVISSEE/s1600-h/flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 107px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Ssz4CpSjT_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/PZoLRVISSEE/s400/flower.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389955578382733298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to our OB last week and found out we have a girl! Yay for me. Hubby was a little shell-shocked at first but has since warmed up to the idea. He was pretty worried about having an adolescent daughter -- what will happen when our presently 16-week-old fetus turns into a 16-year-old young lady? How will the world be then?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fortunately, he has gotten some heartening words of wisdom from fathers of daughters. Dads who have daughters tell him that there is nothing like having a child who loves her Dad the way daughters love their fathers. Now hubby can't wait to have his daughter in his arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-2151465907482417400?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/2151465907482417400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-girl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/2151465907482417400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/2151465907482417400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-girl.html' title='It&apos;s a Girl!'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Ssz4CpSjT_I/AAAAAAAAAJU/PZoLRVISSEE/s72-c/flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-3056222490138018853</id><published>2009-09-21T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:44:18.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empower child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parenthood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spoiled child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big families'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving parents'/><title type='text'>Easing into Parenthood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Srfx8oix5eI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-3k9_IbsuJI/s1600-h/7_parenthood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Srfx8oix5eI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-3k9_IbsuJI/s400/7_parenthood.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384037903522457058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Babies R' Us last weekend for the first time... so many choices of feeding bottles, different types of strollers and car seats, swinging chairs, walking chairs, high chairs ... the whole thing was daunting. Good thing we brought a friend who's had a baby. She walked us through the store and pointed out useful items and good brands. Hubby was getting crazy tagging all the items he likes with the little laser gun.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had a private tour of the labor and maternity section of Cedar Sinai hospital in Beverly Hills. Quite an impressive hospital -- very clean. And have so far interviewed 2 doulas (she's sort of a birthing nurse), with 2 more to go before we make our final decision. We already have an OB-GYN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Planning for a baby makes me think of the long road ahead. As a hopeful future parent I have some definite do's and don't's for our child(ren):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Don't want to spoil the child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Don't want to dress my 7-year-old daughter like a "hottie" -- I want my children to look like children, not like Julia Roberts in black boots in Pretty Woman. I have friends who dress up their daughters in too-sexy a manner. What were they thinking????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Do intend to give children age-appropriate house chores and responsibilities, starting at age three. They should see chores as normal, not extras or favors.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Do want to empower the child as much as possible, but still enforce good boundaries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Do intend to bring up the child in an atmosphere of a loving home. Child must see that his/her parents love and respect each other, not just love the child. Family life is NOT all about the child. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Do intend to bring up the child to have faith, hope and love for God. And Mary. And Joseph. Do want the child to dream of Heaven.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. My hubby will most likely fall in love with our child (no matter the gender) -- Daddy will give child the world. Child must respect (and not take advantage of) Daddy, Mommy will make sure of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Do intend to talk to my children about the sacredness of sex as early as appropriate. I won't wait until they are 12 or 13 -- by then that's (usually) too late. Especially by LA standards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really believe that if children are brought up well during childhood, there is less likelihood of problems in adolescence. So help me God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-3056222490138018853?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/3056222490138018853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/09/easing-into-parenthood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/3056222490138018853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/3056222490138018853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/09/easing-into-parenthood.html' title='Easing into Parenthood'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Srfx8oix5eI/AAAAAAAAAJM/-3k9_IbsuJI/s72-c/7_parenthood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-557239019122293246</id><published>2009-09-09T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:53:18.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moms-to-be'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labor pains'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breastfeeding'/><title type='text'>Tips for Parents-to-be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SqgivVr-YUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/U1XUGLV7kCg/s1600-h/baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 117px; height: 117px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SqgivVr-YUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/U1XUGLV7kCg/s320/baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379587951564841282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I are expecting and we are getting all sorts of tips from different quarters. We got this list from Rabbi Brian and his wife. Rabbi Brian officially gave Jewish representation and a blessing at our Catholic wedding back in May. He had everyone in stitches despite the seriousness of his blessing. It was definitely one of the highlights of the day.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is a list of Rabbi Brian's (and his wife's) tips for the unsuspecting parents-to-be. Enjoy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;Bits of advice for the dad:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;1. Watching your partner be in so much agony for so long is emotionally and physically painful. (Take breaks every so often.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;2. Nurses change every 12 hours.  Some are good, some aren’t as good. The shift can be jarring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;3. The whole “cone-head” thing is real, but the cone goes backwards like a shark, not up like a Saturday Night Live conehead. (I didn’t know this and thought when he came out that Emmett had special needs.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;4.  The vagina that your child comes out of looks more like a blue twinky/muppet character than what you remember it looking like.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;5. Everyone should get to sleep within an hour or so of delivery. Call the rest of the people later.  Newborns sleep for a while after delivery and you will want to take advantage of this. Really.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I'm not kidding.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do it.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You'll thank me later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;6.  The first night in the hospital is like being in a Twilight Zone episode, except, as one of the characters in the episode, you don’t know that it’s a fun-house ride/alternate reality — it feels really weird and real.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;7. Bring an extra bag to the hospital for gifts that people will bring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;8. Bring your own pillows to the hospital in colored pillowcases so that you will be more comfortable and so the hospital staff won’t think they are theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;9. Bring a bathing-suit so you can take a bath/shower with your partner at the hospital. (Bring two so the second time your suit isn't cold!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;10. The first 2 weeks are the most intense.  Just get through them one day at a time.  It’ll even out (some) after that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;11. Sometimes, getting through an hour at a time is all you can do. Really. Think about all the things that you pre-baby used to do to comfort and soothe yourself. For me things included: cooking, surfing the web, crafting, the gym, chatting on the phone. With one stroke, your child will single-handily keep you from doing those things.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;(It's not intentional, of course, but, still, not having things to self-soothe can drive you batty... especially when you aren't sleeping and you realize that you have to care for a child for a long, long while.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;12. You (and Mom) will be emotional. (I know you knew this.) In weeks 2-3, we couldn’t seem to help but to get on each other’s nerves by 9pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;13. As mentioned, you child has robbed each of your ability to self-soothe... that might be part of why you are so tense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;14. Your brain will atrophy and you won't remember things that you used to be able to remember — like if you talked to someone or showered in the last two days — or, when you are in the shower if you have washed your hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;15. By four weeks you will all feel like you know some of what you are doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;16. By eight you'll like your child a lot. By 12 weeks you will really have a handle on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;17. At 4 months you will look at parents of newborns with compassion thinking, "oh, the poor dears, they have no idea what they are in for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Advice from a mom for Moms:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;Get a sitz bath from the hospital to take home and use.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;2. Maxi pads!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;3.  Take lots of Colace stool softener after.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;4. Breastfeeding, while it would seem the most natural thing in the world, isn’t.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;5. Don’t look down there for 6 weeks at least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;6. When you get to shower (use friend’s visits for this too!) take a clean washcloth, get it warm/hot and fold it and put in in between your legs…I swear this helped with healing the stitches…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;7. You will smell and you will sweat a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;8. You will be sore from pushing or from healing from a c-section for awhile.  I began to feel better at day 9.  Those were long days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;9. Get a hemorrhoid pillow from the drugstore to sit on…really helps take pressure off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;10. Avent breast pads are the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;11. Don’t judge yourself for the way in which your feelings about your baby grow and change…it is a relationship that takes time to blossom…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-557239019122293246?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/557239019122293246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/09/tips-for-parents-to-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/557239019122293246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/557239019122293246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/09/tips-for-parents-to-be.html' title='Tips for Parents-to-be'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SqgivVr-YUI/AAAAAAAAAJE/U1XUGLV7kCg/s72-c/baby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-433687144527122021</id><published>2009-08-21T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:25:47.685-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie and Julia; Julia Child'/><title type='text'>Julie and Julia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/So8Q0sxdf0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/WyhdW4uodz8/s1600-h/julie-julia-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 172px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/So8Q0sxdf0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/WyhdW4uodz8/s320/julie-julia-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372531378034147138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still thinking about the Julie and Julia movie I saw with hubby last night. And if I'm still thinking about a movie I've seen the day before -- that's always a good sign. The movie was well worth the dinner we sacrificed (no sit-down dinner for us, just a quick trip to Wholefoods).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not just because the movie was shot so well (remember the shot of Julie and her sister having an arm-hug while dancing at the wedding, and their husbands shaking hands; remember how good the food looked). Nor was it just because the cast were well-chosen and acted superbly... no, no. I have seen movies that were excellently shot and excellently acted, yet I forgot about them right afterwards (case in point -- "Public Enemies"). &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's not because I'm nostalgic, either. I have never seen Julia Child until I recently googled her and saw a clip of her on youtube. We didn't have her shows in the Philippines. I went into the movie sans any nostalgia. Yet it was moving and inspiring nonetheless. This is not a drama but I teared up a few times. I liked seeing 2 very different couples in healthy marriages -- how refreshing. I liked how Julia reacted to life's curve balls -- such a sportive spirit -- she's a real child of that golden generation who were grounded and "knew how to deal". And I liked how she revolutionized the Art of Homemaking. I hesitate to say she "professionalized" homemaking -- no that would be too cold. What she did was take it seriously, give it a lot of heart and treated it like a science, yes a science -- I believe that's how she elevated it into an art form that people can relate to. Even people like myself who have never seen her show or read her book. Julia wasn't about perfection, she was about Excellence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's certainly something in this movie for wives and a lot for husbands too, and for all of us inner-cooks :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-433687144527122021?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/433687144527122021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/08/julie-and-julia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/433687144527122021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/433687144527122021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/08/julie-and-julia.html' title='Julie and Julia'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/So8Q0sxdf0I/AAAAAAAAAI8/WyhdW4uodz8/s72-c/julie-julia-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-8584886545984067739</id><published>2009-08-13T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:26:44.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filipino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinoy restaurant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seafood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Craving Filipino Food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SoSSsbqj5UI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ExWVR-2RBBQ/s1600-h/seafood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 94px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SoSSsbqj5UI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ExWVR-2RBBQ/s400/seafood.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369577947770643778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SoSRtJKt6QI/AAAAAAAAAIk/B5wrjTIZwIc/s1600-h/dinuguan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 94px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SoSRtJKt6QI/AAAAAAAAAIk/B5wrjTIZwIc/s400/dinuguan.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369576860473485570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SoSOXYaTGZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fHK6Q6GyWSo/s1600-h/lechon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 109px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SoSOXYaTGZI/AAAAAAAAAIE/fHK6Q6GyWSo/s400/lechon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369573188073363858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The thought of Filipino food is driving me crazy with craving these days. Maybe I'm just a little homesick, or perhaps just too excited about our upcoming trip to the Philippines. Hubby does not share my enthusiasm for Pinoy food -- he thinks the dishes that taste great tend to be unhealthy (like lechon kawali) while the ones that are healthy taste bland (he once had a soul-less lumpiang ubod from Max's). But I disagree -- I think he just hasn't seen enough variety to make a sound judgement. Wait until he tastes the yummy grilled seafood in Iloilo.&lt;div&gt;I am trying to locate a good Pinoy restaurant here in LA -- so far I've been to Max's (expensive), Goldilocks, Pinoy Pinay, Asian Noodles in Chinatown and this little grill place along San Fernando Mission. Any other suggestions?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-8584886545984067739?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/8584886545984067739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/08/craving-filipino-food.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/8584886545984067739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/8584886545984067739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/08/craving-filipino-food.html' title='Craving Filipino Food'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SoSSsbqj5UI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ExWVR-2RBBQ/s72-c/seafood.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-4749391406436455207</id><published>2009-08-07T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T13:04:22.977-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harambee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sudan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cameroon'/><title type='text'>Do you wanna Harambee?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SnyIFraz8QI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NUex01y6nB0/s1600-h/progetti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SnyIFraz8QI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NUex01y6nB0/s400/progetti.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367314487054692610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new project with some friends -- "Harambee"! This is a project that aims to "help Africa help itself". We will help fund education and health projects in Africa, while at the same time educating the world about Africa -- its culture, its problems, its strengths.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Harambee Intl was started in Rome in 2002, and Harambee USA was founded in NYC in 2007. But very few people have heard about Harambee ("All together for one" in Swahili) here in Los Angeles. We are trying to change that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Projects to be funded include: Educating women in Kenya and the Cameroon, and teachers' training programs in Sudan and Kenya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are in the "gestation stage" and are about to cook something up for Harambee. Will keep you posted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://harambee-africa.org/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-4749391406436455207?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/4749391406436455207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-wanna-harambee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/4749391406436455207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/4749391406436455207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-you-wanna-harambee.html' title='Do you wanna Harambee?'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SnyIFraz8QI/AAAAAAAAAH8/NUex01y6nB0/s72-c/progetti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-561456173190546824</id><published>2009-07-27T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:45:37.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rights and responsibilities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natural law'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay marriage'/><title type='text'>Questioning the Politics of Gay Marriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sm3naZHeWeI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qbkXUEImm60/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 129px; height: 82px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sm3naZHeWeI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qbkXUEImm60/s400/family.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363197171872979426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A penny for your thoughts? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of us have people in our lives who are gay -- a close family friend, a boss, a brother, maybe even a father. We love them and want the best for them. But personal feelings aside, have we seriously thought about the implications of gay marriage? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As gay marriage attracts more followers and more correctness in today's politics, I am starting to wonder about a few things... Rights always come with Responsibilities. Rights without Responsibilities would be licentiousness, and Responsibilities without Rights would be oppression. But what are the responsibilities that naturally come with gay rights? And what are gay rights anyway, and why do we need gay marriage? Is this something good for the future of our children and of society?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-561456173190546824?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/561456173190546824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/07/questioning-politics-of-gay-marriage.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/561456173190546824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/561456173190546824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/07/questioning-politics-of-gay-marriage.html' title='Questioning the Politics of Gay Marriage'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sm3naZHeWeI/AAAAAAAAAH0/qbkXUEImm60/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-731962746893465754</id><published>2009-07-07T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T09:45:07.484-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atheism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barber'/><title type='text'>God and the Barber</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SlN6jJFFOnI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hhU_Vngm_Xw/s1600-h/barber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 95px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SlN6jJFFOnI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hhU_Vngm_Xw/s400/barber.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355759126024895090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:comic sans ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A  man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard  trimmed.&lt;br /&gt;As the barber began to work, they began to have a good  conversation.&lt;br /&gt;They talked about so many things and various  subjects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the  barber said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"I don't believe that God  exists."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Why  do you say that?" asked the customer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Well, you just have to go out in  the street to realize that God doesn't exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tell me, if God  exists, would there be so many sick people?&lt;br /&gt;Would there be  abandoned children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If God  existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain.&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine  a loving God who would allow all of these things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The  customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want  to start an argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The barber finished his job and the customer  left the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Just after he  left the barbershop, he&lt;br /&gt;saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty  hair and an untrimmed beard.&lt;br /&gt;He looked dirty and unkempt. The  customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the  barber:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know what? Barbers do not  exist."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you say that?" asked the surprised  barber.&lt;br /&gt;"I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because&lt;br /&gt;if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and  untrimmed beards, like that man outside."&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SlN6TFJphkI/AAAAAAAAAHk/E3ARP1cpkt8/s400/flower.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 143px; height: 107px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355758850092402242" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Ah,  but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people do not come to  me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly!" affirmed the customer. "That's the point!  God, too, DOES exist!&lt;br /&gt;That's what happens when people do not go to  Him and don't look to Him for help. That's why there's so much  pain and suffering in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-731962746893465754?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/731962746893465754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/07/barber-and-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/731962746893465754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/731962746893465754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/07/barber-and-god.html' title='God and the Barber'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SlN6jJFFOnI/AAAAAAAAAHs/hhU_Vngm_Xw/s72-c/barber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-7910963507806632332</id><published>2009-06-28T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T08:43:46.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Anthony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don Alvaro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job hunting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='St. Josemaria'/><title type='text'>Wanted: Jobs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SkePKvX8IEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BGKFhGxhvPo/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 91px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SkePKvX8IEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BGKFhGxhvPo/s320/images.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352404096831463490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many of my own family members and friends are looking for jobs these days -- which are getting fewer and far between, it seems. I thank God everyday for my own job--which I love--at a university by the Pacific Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But did you know that my job is "the fruit of many prayers"? 2 years ago, I desperately needed a job after my post-grad stint at USC ran out. I was on a work visa and can not be unemployed for even a day. Besides, I take 100% financial care of my 78-year old mom and her sister. The USC stint was unstable and senior administrators around me were getting nasty. I was in a tight spot. I applied to around 70 jobs within and outside the US for over 2 months... nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we -- my mom, my friends -- started storming heaven for the perfect job for me! We prayed to St. Josemaria Escriva (see link below for the novena), Don Alvaro Del Portillo, and St. Anthony. I NEED THAT JOB!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, I got a call for an interview! The interview was set for January 9, 2008 -- the birthday of St. Josemaria :) Two weeks later, I got the job offer -- on the feastdays of both Don Alvaro and St. Anthony. CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... if you are ever in a tight spot like I was almost 2 years ago -- apply for all the jobs you can find and pray like crazy! It worked for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://multimedia.opusdei.org/pdf/en/novena_for_work_remake2.pdf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-7910963507806632332?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/7910963507806632332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/06/wanted-jobs.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/7910963507806632332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/7910963507806632332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/06/wanted-jobs.html' title='Wanted: Jobs!'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SkePKvX8IEI/AAAAAAAAAHU/BGKFhGxhvPo/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-2054351790967147491</id><published>2009-06-19T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T17:31:57.024-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josemaria Escriva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sanctity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daily life'/><title type='text'>When life can be so 'daily'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SjwtcH_CblI/AAAAAAAAAHM/TuGSOKu3JyQ/s1600-h/holy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 87px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SjwtcH_CblI/AAAAAAAAAHM/TuGSOKu3JyQ/s200/holy2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349200418612342354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SjwsmFi4SZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/KkV4E-HHuqA/s1600-h/holy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 101px; height: 135px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SjwsmFi4SZI/AAAAAAAAAHE/KkV4E-HHuqA/s200/holy1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349199490244430226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sometimes think that life can be so ... daily? Well fret not -- the "daily" can be made "holy". One of my favorite saints is having an anniversary this June 26th -- St. Josemaria Escriva. He preached on the sanctity of ordinary life. Everyday life -- your joys, sorrows, traffic blues, job worries, dinners with friends, dealings with significant others -- all can be offered up to God and be converted into a prayer. Nothing is wasted. Nothing is too "boring" to be sanctified. It is not always easy of course -- I can give in to frustration during a slow trip on Hwy101, get snarky at my hubby over something petty, or surf the web during work-hours -- all these are distractions from the path. When I remind myself that each moment of every day can be made holy, and I stay on the path, I feel more at peace at the end of the day. Try it, you might just like it :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-2054351790967147491?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/2054351790967147491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-life-can-be-so-daily.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/2054351790967147491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/2054351790967147491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-life-can-be-so-daily.html' title='When life can be so &apos;daily&apos;'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SjwtcH_CblI/AAAAAAAAAHM/TuGSOKu3JyQ/s72-c/holy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-252639447941464159</id><published>2009-06-11T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:00:40.604-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gary Chapman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Love Language Minute: Distorted Anger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SjE4GGWlxaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vgkHrUyMQ-Q/s1600-h/anger-management.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SjE4GGWlxaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vgkHrUyMQ-Q/s200/anger-management.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346115910101222818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a big fan of Gary Chapman's books. I usually receive emails on his pieces called "Love Language Minute". I thought I'd share this one on "Distorted Anger":&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a name="121ad19db6968b2d_LETTER.BLOCK4" style="color: rgb(20, 125, 186); "&gt;&lt;table bg="" border="0" width="100%" cellpadding="15" cellspacing="0"  style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td rowspan="1" align="left" colspan="1"   style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px;  color: rgb(0, 0, 51);  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 51); font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#000033;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Why do people get angry?  I believe we get angry when our sense of 'right' is violated. But we have two kinds of anger:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitive anger: When someone has wronged us.&lt;br /&gt;Distorted anger: When things didn't go our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of our anger is distorted.  The traffic moved too slowly. Our spouse didn't do what we wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This distorted anger is still very intense and must be processed. Here's a question: Would it be helpful if I shared my anger with someone?  In sharing it, might I improve things for everyone? Or, should I simply let it go?  Whatever you do, do something positive.  Don't hold anger inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger was meant to be a visitor, never a resident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/a&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/5958521426333991049-252639447941464159?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/252639447941464159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-language-minute-distorted-anger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/252639447941464159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/252639447941464159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-language-minute-distorted-anger.html' title='Love Language Minute: Distorted Anger'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SjE4GGWlxaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/vgkHrUyMQ-Q/s72-c/anger-management.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-8399705326820668611</id><published>2009-06-04T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:23:19.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='film festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redirecting Eddie'/><title type='text'>Going to NYC for Film Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SigyjaMjUnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WzUq1YHJ7Hg/s1600-h/index_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SigyjaMjUnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WzUq1YHJ7Hg/s320/index_16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343576541783872114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flying to NYC tonight to attend the Staten Island Film Festival -- my first film fest! -- where hubby's indie moving is showing. Movie is "Redirecting Eddie", a romantic comedy with sibling rivalry as its theme. It's a fun little movie with great music :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby is hoping to sell the movie. Note though that unlike any other movie -- 50% of the revenues go to children's charities (Children's Craniofacial Association, and Stump's R Us).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Exciting :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://www.redirectingeddie.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-8399705326820668611?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/8399705326820668611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/06/going-to-nyc-for-film-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/8399705326820668611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/8399705326820668611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/06/going-to-nyc-for-film-festival.html' title='Going to NYC for Film Festival'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SigyjaMjUnI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WzUq1YHJ7Hg/s72-c/index_16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-5435704793019845244</id><published>2009-05-26T00:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:49:35.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still more wedding pics - with friends and family :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Shue46twoYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lZ2FC-nAOeY/s1600-h/pic126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Shue46twoYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lZ2FC-nAOeY/s200/pic126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340036483848905090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/ShudnndE1II/AAAAAAAAAGM/0tlBCElYgz0/s1600-h/pic36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/ShudnndE1II/AAAAAAAAAGM/0tlBCElYgz0/s200/pic36.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340035087109248130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/ShudUHwqh9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/1k83DwUwo5g/s1600-h/pic35.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/ShudUHwqh9I/AAAAAAAAAGE/1k83DwUwo5g/s200/pic35.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340034752183961554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-5435704793019845244?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/5435704793019845244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-more-wedding-pics-with-friends.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/5435704793019845244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/5435704793019845244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-more-wedding-pics-with-friends.html' title='Still more wedding pics - with friends and family :)'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Shue46twoYI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lZ2FC-nAOeY/s72-c/pic126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-1118123491476990311</id><published>2009-05-26T00:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:51:01.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still more wedding pics -- with family and friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Shucp7vPmjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yUtqtB9VKII/s1600-h/pic162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Shucp7vPmjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yUtqtB9VKII/s200/pic162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340034027402271282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Shub8YA1ITI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8SfG87Ko_lA/s1600-h/pic45.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Shub8YA1ITI/AAAAAAAAAF0/8SfG87Ko_lA/s200/pic45.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340033244718244146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Shubfow53CI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XrE-vhsVaBE/s1600-h/pic32.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Shubfow53CI/AAAAAAAAAFs/XrE-vhsVaBE/s200/pic32.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340032750998641698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-1118123491476990311?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/1118123491476990311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-more-wedding-pics-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/1118123491476990311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/1118123491476990311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/05/still-more-wedding-pics-family.html' title='Still more wedding pics -- with family and friends'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Shucp7vPmjI/AAAAAAAAAF8/yUtqtB9VKII/s72-c/pic162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-5527061222880364746</id><published>2009-05-25T22:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T00:32:00.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More wedding pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Shua02tOuzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1cl5YkMouYQ/s1600-h/pic1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Shua02tOuzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1cl5YkMouYQ/s200/pic1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340032016006953778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sht5d4pPvTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/j0DW2NWISws/s1600-h/pic26.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sht5d4pPvTI/AAAAAAAAAFc/j0DW2NWISws/s200/pic26.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339995337506405682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sht435jdWaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cIJR1XbdpYc/s1600-h/pic27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sht435jdWaI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cIJR1XbdpYc/s200/pic27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339994684915538338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sht36SL5JoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eSU3M5jNUFM/s1600-h/_%28226+of+263%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sht36SL5JoI/AAAAAAAAAFM/eSU3M5jNUFM/s200/_%28226+of+263%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339993626375693954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-5527061222880364746?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/5527061222880364746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-wedding-pics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/5527061222880364746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/5527061222880364746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-wedding-pics.html' title='More wedding pics'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Shua02tOuzI/AAAAAAAAAFk/1cl5YkMouYQ/s72-c/pic1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-3333882352256355069</id><published>2009-05-25T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T21:59:37.681-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding pics'/><title type='text'>Wedding Pictures... at last :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sht2ZSe-msI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YTEePQbLvWA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sht2ZSe-msI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YTEePQbLvWA/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339991960008432322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here we are clowning around after after the ceremony... friends and family have left for the reception and we stayed around a bit to take pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sht1o3OvWGI/AAAAAAAAAE8/HPaTYNNC-bg/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sht1o3OvWGI/AAAAAAAAAE8/HPaTYNNC-bg/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339991128058845282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-3333882352256355069?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/3333882352256355069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/05/wedding-pictures-at-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/3333882352256355069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/3333882352256355069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/05/wedding-pictures-at-last.html' title='Wedding Pictures... at last :)'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sht2ZSe-msI/AAAAAAAAAFE/YTEePQbLvWA/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-2071948501705467940</id><published>2009-05-21T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T11:00:02.829-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atheism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Einstein'/><title type='text'>Interesting Conversation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/ShWWbFU0iKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/n6MwWn7XLrg/s1600-h/einstein.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 137px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/ShWWbFU0iKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/n6MwWn7XLrg/s320/einstein.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338338325347731618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An Atheist Professor of Philosophy was speaking to his Class on the Problem Science has with GOD,the ALMIGHTY. He asked one of his New Christian Students to stand and...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor : You are a Christian, aren't you, son ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    : Yes, sir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor : So, you Believe in GOD ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    : Absolutely, sir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor : Is GOD Good ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    : Sure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor : Is GOD ALL - POWERFUL ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    : Yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor : My Brother died of Cancer even though he Prayed to  GOD to Heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn't. How is this GOD good then? Hmm? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Student was silent ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor : You can't answer, can you ?  Let's start again, Young Fella. Is GOD Good? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    : Yes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor : Is Satan good ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    : No. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor : Where does Satan come from ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    : From . .. . GOD . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor : That's right.  Tell me son, is there evil in this World? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    : Yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor : Evil is everywhere, isn't it ? And GOD did make everything. Correct? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    : Yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor : So who created evil ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Student did not answer) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor : Is there Sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the World, don't they?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    : Yes, sir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor : So, who Created them ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Student had no answer) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor : Science says you have 5 Senses you use to Identify and Observe the World around you. Tell me, son . . . Have you ever Seen GOD?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    : No, sir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor : Tell us if you have ever Heard your GOD? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    : No , sir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor : Have you ever Felt your GOD, Tasted your GOD, Smelt your GOD? Have you ever had any Sensory Perception of GOD for that matter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    : No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor : Yet you still Believe in HIM? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    : Yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor : According to Empirical, Testable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD doesn't exist.  What do you say to that, son?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    : Nothing.  I only have my Faith. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor : Yes,Faith.  And that is the Problem Science has. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    :  Professor, is there such a thing as Heat? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor :  Yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    :  And is there such a thing as Cold? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor :  Yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student   :   No, sir. There isn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The Lecture Theatre became very quiet with this turn of events ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    :  Sir, you can have Lots of Heat, even More Heat, Superheat, Mega Heat, White Heat, a Little Heat or No Heat. But we don't have anything called Cold. We can hit 458 Degrees below Zero which is No Heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as Cold. Cold is only a Word we use to describe the Absence of Heat. We cannot Measure Cold. Heat is Energy. Cold is Not the Opposite of Heat, sir, just the Absence of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(There was Pin-Drop Silence in the Lecture Theatre ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    : What about Darkness, Professor? Is there such a thing as Darkness? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor : Yes. What is Night if there isn't Darkness? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    : You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the Absence of Something. You can have Low Light, Normal Light, Bright Light, Flashing Light . . . But if you have No Light constantly, you have nothing and its called Darkness, isn't it? In reality, Darkness isn't. If it is, were you would be able to make Darkness Darker, wouldn't you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor :  So what is the point you are making, Young Man ? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student   :   Sir, my point is your Philosophical Premise is flawed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor :  Flawed ? Can you explain how? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    :  Sir, you are working on the Premise of Duality. You argue there is Life and then there is Death, a Good GOD and a Bad GOD. You are viewing the Concept of GOD as something finite, something we can measure. Sir, Science can't even explain a Thought. It uses Electricity and Magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one. To view Death as the Opposite of Life is to be ignorant of the fact that Death cannot exist as a Substantive Thing. Death is Not the Opposite of Life: just the Absence of it. Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your Students that they evolved from a Monkey? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor : If you are referring to the Natural Evolutionary Process, yes, of course, I do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    : Have you ever observed Evolution with your own eyes, sir? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The Professor shook his head with a Smile, beginning to realize where the Argument was going ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    : Since no one has ever observed the Process of Evolution at work and cannot even prove that this Process is an On-Going Endeavor, are you not teaching your Opinion, sir? Are you not a Scientist but a Preacher? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The Class was in Uproar ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    : Is there anyone in the Class who has ever seen the Professor's Brain? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The Class broke out into Laughter ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    : Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's Brain, Felt it, touched or Smelt it? . . ..No one appears to have done so.   So, according to the Established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable Protocol, Science says that You have No Brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then Trust your Lectures, sir? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(The Room was Silent. The Professor stared at the Student, his face unfathomable) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Professor :  I guess you'll have to take them on Faith, son. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Student    :  That is it sir . . .  Exactly! The Link between Man &amp;amp; GOD is FAITH. That is all that Keeps Things Alive and Moving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Science without religion is lame, religion without science is blind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Albert Einstein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-2071948501705467940?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/2071948501705467940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/05/interesting-conversation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/2071948501705467940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/2071948501705467940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/05/interesting-conversation.html' title='Interesting Conversation'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/ShWWbFU0iKI/AAAAAAAAAE0/n6MwWn7XLrg/s72-c/einstein.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-6740060431436242545</id><published>2009-05-18T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:42:01.090-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gary Chapman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Language'/><title type='text'>The 5 Love Languages</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/ShIATixAsaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Zc-KZX-3rKw/s1600-h/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 125px; height: 98px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/ShIATixAsaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Zc-KZX-3rKw/s200/roses.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337328844137345442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/ShIAHdboPhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EY_96TkimgU/s1600-h/balloon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/ShIAHdboPhI/AAAAAAAAAEk/EY_96TkimgU/s320/balloon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337328636547055122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know your love language??? &lt;div&gt;Do you like gifts? Or would you rather spend time with your beloved? Do you get misty-eyed when your husband volunteers to do the laundry? Does your heart melt when she says, "I love you"? Or would a kiss and hug make your day?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gary Chapman's book, the 5 Love Languages, talks about just that. Chapman writes that people have 5 love languages: Words of Affirmation, Time, Acts of Service, Physical Affection, and Gifts. Some people receive and give love in different languages. And -- it's different strokes for different folks. In my case, I think I like receiving love in terms of: physical affection and time. I think I give love in the same language. A friend of mine likes to receive love in terms of "acts of service", while her husband likes to receive love in terms of "physical affection" and "acts of service". What about you -- what's your Love Language?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-6740060431436242545?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/6740060431436242545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-love-languages.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/6740060431436242545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/6740060431436242545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/05/5-love-languages.html' title='The 5 Love Languages'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/ShIATixAsaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Zc-KZX-3rKw/s72-c/roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-324092958939713254</id><published>2009-05-11T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:58:16.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honeymoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Geoffrey&apos;s of Malibu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='La Jolla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BnB'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Diego'/><title type='text'>Back from the Honeymoon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sgi-I2lZFtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/j-fCZISQdaU/s1600-h/inn_la_jolla.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/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sgi-I2lZFtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/j-fCZISQdaU/s320/inn_la_jolla.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334722817920931538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While I would say that nothing beats our wedding ceremony in terms of "beauty of experience", our wedding reception at Geoffrey's of Malibu in terms of "mixed experience" (as in: good food, baaaaad service) -- the honeymoon was an experience in itself :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We honeymooned in nearby Palm Springs and San Diego -- loved it! We spent 4 days at the Two Bunch Palms (a spa-hotel in Palm Springs -- see pic below) -- our first room was very "eerie", so we transfered to a different one and immediately felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sgi97_nnCWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/c5giauxvnEk/s1600-h/9-twobunchpalms-item.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sgi97_nnCWI/AAAAAAAAAEM/c5giauxvnEk/s320/9-twobunchpalms-item.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334722597007853922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have never spa'd before and it was a neat experience -- I tried the customized swedish massage, a facial, and a sugar scrub :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sgi-DN_EAyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0iGPZtSmJMg/s200/crabs.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 100px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334722721123402530" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop was San Diego. Our first BnB was cozy but was next to a train station -- a train passed by every 20 minutes starting at around 6:00am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our next BnB was at La Jolla -- it was soo beautiful (see pic of bedroom above) -- the best and prettiest BnB I've ever been to, with gourmet breakfast served the next day (blueberry pudding!!!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-324092958939713254?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/324092958939713254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-from-honeymoon.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/324092958939713254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/324092958939713254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-from-honeymoon.html' title='Back from the Honeymoon!'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sgi-I2lZFtI/AAAAAAAAAEc/j-fCZISQdaU/s72-c/inn_la_jolla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-7086610262180593267</id><published>2009-04-28T09:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T09:46:02.735-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='university'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tenure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Marriage and University Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sfcx978mHqI/AAAAAAAAADk/Wow94-48qt8/s1600-h/eve_conversMay%2709.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329783624149900962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sfcx978mHqI/AAAAAAAAADk/Wow94-48qt8/s400/eve_conversMay%2709.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having kids vs going for tenure -- I know this is a dilemna for many of my friends out there. For those who are interested, we have a speaker just on this topic next Wednesday, May 6 at 7:30pm, at 500 Kelton Ave, LA 90024. Event is free, to be followed by wine and cheese and conversation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-7086610262180593267?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/7086610262180593267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/04/marriage-and-university-life.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/7086610262180593267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/7086610262180593267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/04/marriage-and-university-life.html' title='Marriage and University Life'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sfcx978mHqI/AAAAAAAAADk/Wow94-48qt8/s72-c/eve_conversMay%2709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-4591524452640118085</id><published>2009-04-24T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:12:59.005-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='workout'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trapeze'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear of heights'/><title type='text'>A Flying Laurence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SfJFenS2CpI/AAAAAAAAADc/bKfky75rjf4/s1600-h/mail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328397701379132050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SfJFenS2CpI/AAAAAAAAADc/bKfky75rjf4/s320/mail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have you ever tried trapezing? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laurence loves it (that's him in the black shirt in the picture). I tried it several times as well, and I have to confess I started to have fun after I got over my fear of jumping off the platform. It's a pretty good workout. Usually. There's always the risk of getting hurt -- I have been fortunate so far but Laurence has had his share of aches and pains from falling the wrong way or getting caught the wrong way. So he is going again this weekend and I told him he better not die on me, a week before the wedding. I am keeping my fingers (and toes) crossed +++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-4591524452640118085?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/4591524452640118085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/04/flying-laurence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/4591524452640118085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/4591524452640118085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/04/flying-laurence.html' title='A Flying Laurence'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/SfJFenS2CpI/AAAAAAAAADc/bKfky75rjf4/s72-c/mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-4920907685852451238</id><published>2009-04-22T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T11:38:22.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steven covey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mission statement'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='begin with the end in mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7 habits of highly effective people'/><title type='text'>Mission Statement</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se9euyx3qtI/AAAAAAAAADU/5anggvbvrCA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327581042200521426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se9euyx3qtI/AAAAAAAAADU/5anggvbvrCA/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I organized a book club recently with a couple of friends. Our first book is Covey's "The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People". We try our best to read the chapter for the week, meet up over lunch (we all work in the same university) and discuss. The first habit was: &lt;strong&gt;Be Proactive&lt;/strong&gt;. We are currently discussing the second habit: &lt;strong&gt;Begin with the End in Mind&lt;/strong&gt;. Each of us in the book club is supposed to come up with our life's mission statement when we meet tomorrow. Mine is pretty loose -- I just want to go to Heaven and take as many people with me as possible. I know that's too general... I need to make that more succinct. This mission-statement exercise is actually a good thing. Actually stating my life mission and articulating it in front of my book-club friends makes it more real and I'd actually feel more accountable... ok -- now I have to go and write me a statement!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se9epyjbbXI/AAAAAAAAADM/zbyfYWR_cLA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-4920907685852451238?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/4920907685852451238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/04/mission-statement.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/4920907685852451238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/4920907685852451238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/04/mission-statement.html' title='Mission Statement'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se9euyx3qtI/AAAAAAAAADU/5anggvbvrCA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-4843863125017615295</id><published>2009-04-21T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T09:34:14.991-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frame of mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chunin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving your husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flaws'/><title type='text'>Loving is... putting the other person ahead of oneself</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se3x3WAfEqI/AAAAAAAAADE/FfLbqq7WUnA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327179867351880354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se3x3WAfEqI/AAAAAAAAADE/FfLbqq7WUnA/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went for a practice run for my wedding hair at the salon last night. Chunin, my hairstylist, is Korean, a tough lady with a big heart. In broken English, she connects with me -- her client -- with stories of her personal life, her opinions and advise. Pretty much how this blog is trying to connect with you:) Anyways -- she said something which jumped at me, something I've heard before. She said loving your husband is really putting him first -- I know this sounds almost counter-intuitive to the usual slogan "Me first". And then she said "maintaining a loving heart is a frame of mind". "When you wake up in the morning", she says, "tell yourself how lucky you are to have found someone to love and who loves you right back. Think about all the wonderful virtues and characteristics of your man... don't get stuck in his flaws..." Very wise advise, I thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chunins.com/"&gt;http://www.chunins.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-4843863125017615295?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/4843863125017615295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/04/loving-is-putting-other-person-ahead-of.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/4843863125017615295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/4843863125017615295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/04/loving-is-putting-other-person-ahead-of.html' title='Loving is... putting the other person ahead of oneself'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se3x3WAfEqI/AAAAAAAAADE/FfLbqq7WUnA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-2157873076882249664</id><published>2009-04-20T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:56:44.819-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='solo dance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liu Yan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disability'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='china dancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='susan boyle'/><title type='text'>Still Dancing in Her Dreams -- NYTimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sez7-7vQzpI/AAAAAAAAACE/t5mojK9BaQs/s1600-h/barb_3190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326909517878840978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sez7-7vQzpI/AAAAAAAAACE/t5mojK9BaQs/s320/barb_3190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sez6lg182SI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aK2hnUi1erw/s1600-h/barb_5_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326907981650778402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sez6lg182SI/AAAAAAAAAB8/aK2hnUi1erw/s320/barb_5_600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just read the story about Liu Yan in the New York Times (4/19/2009). Ms. Yan was China's No. 1 dancer, and was practicing for a magnificent solo dance performance for the 2008 Olympics in Beijing when she "leapt toward a moving stage that malfunctioned, causing her to fall into a deep shaft and crash against a steel rod". Reminds me how fragile life can be, that it can change from one moment to the next... Certainly makes one ponder more deeply... the article ends with hope -- Ms. Yan has not given up on her condition, despite doctors saying her situation is hopeless... &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/19/arts/dance/19barb.html?th&amp;amp;emc=th"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/19/arts/dance/19barb.html?th&amp;amp;emc=th&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-2157873076882249664?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/2157873076882249664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-dancing-in-her-dreams-nytimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/2157873076882249664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/2157873076882249664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/04/still-dancing-in-her-dreams-nytimes.html' title='Still Dancing in Her Dreams -- NYTimes'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Sez7-7vQzpI/AAAAAAAAACE/t5mojK9BaQs/s72-c/barb_3190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5958521426333991049.post-4898615293895797045</id><published>2009-04-19T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T10:04:43.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='getting married'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anxiety'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laugh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live'/><title type='text'>Hey World!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/ServvcYXAhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TTKKsrj7wp4/s1600-h/eng1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326333107670286866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/ServvcYXAhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TTKKsrj7wp4/s320/eng1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am starting a new life in 2 weeks -- I'm going to be somebody's wife! Yep, I am getting married. Good-bye single life :) I can actually say that with a big smile in my heart now. I've always thought the engagement period would be a happy time, but it turned out to be not always so. There were moments when I can't be happier, especially when I'm in the company of my beloved. But it can be anxiety-ridden too... especially after 40 years of the single life :) And besides, there were/are many differences my fiance and I have to address: religious (I am Catholic, he is a non-practicing Jew), cultural (I was born and raised in the Philippines, he is a New Yorker and now LA-transplant), gender (I am female, he is male -- duh), economic (his family is upper middle class and mine is poor), professional (he is a film-maker/lawyer and I am a policy researcher) and ethnic (I am Asian Filipina, he is an Ashkenazi Jew) -- to name the more obvious ones. No matter the differences, no matter the challenges -- I have decided to see each day as an opportunity to live more, love more and laugh more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5958521426333991049-4898615293895797045?l=sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/feeds/4898615293895797045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-world.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/4898615293895797045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5958521426333991049/posts/default/4898615293895797045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sharingthemoment14344.blogspot.com/2009/04/hey-world.html' title='Hey World!'/><author><name>Sharing the Moment</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14081258473675045162</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/Se0PNgtq7II/AAAAAAAAACk/FxvkHOTMnPI/S220/pic20.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4WUJGk0Uwys/ServvcYXAhI/AAAAAAAAAAw/TTKKsrj7wp4/s72-c/eng1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
