<?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-646725234973642684</id><updated>2011-08-18T05:15:44.049-07:00</updated><category term='Maria and Peter&apos;s Wedding'/><category term='Rascal and Teddy'/><title type='text'>The Delicious Life...love how you live it.</title><subtitle type='html'>The life chronicles of a modern woman, a devoted wife, a respectful daughter, a loving sister, a loyal friend, and a soon-to-be mommy - on a quest to live the most delicious life...one delicious day at a time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>84</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-1433411328066115778</id><published>2009-06-03T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T11:45:43.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nola Jiselle - Birth Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SibEwPvysjI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/YHFrKTo5Vjo/s1600-h/IMG_0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SibEwPvysjI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/YHFrKTo5Vjo/s320/IMG_0493.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343174341061423666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/Sia-t2VnQ5I/AAAAAAAAC8I/8yOUKqz0uT8/s1600-h/IMG_0511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/Sia-t2VnQ5I/AAAAAAAAC8I/8yOUKqz0uT8/s320/IMG_0511.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;So it has been awhile. I have been meaning to update this site, but I have been so occupied with my new life as a momma. Yes, indeed, my baby girl is finally here, after much excitement and anticipation. I wanted to write her birth experience before my few brain cells erode my limited memory.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nola Jiselle was born on May 15, 2009 via a caesarian delivery. She was a breech baby, which means that she was positioned wrong in my tummy. Babies are supposed to go head down toward the birth canal at the latter end of pregnancy, but my baby girl was positioned "butt first." Yes - she was stubborn, even prior to birth. The great doctors at UCI Med tried to position her into place a week prior to the scheduled C section by massaging the heck out of my very pregnant tummy, but baby girl was determined to stay where she was comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I found out that I was having a C section, it threw me off guard for a minute, because I was not prepared for it. I was very knowledgeable about the vaginal birth process. I have read up about it, and knew what to expect.  Therefore, to find out two weeks prior to my due date that I was going to have a C section, I was nervous for a minute because I was not familiar with the procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not going to lie. I was scared about the whole giving birth process - be it vaginal or C section. Some women look forward to the experience. I am not one of them. I don't like hospitals. I don't like surgeries. I don't like pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God however for the internet, and bless the heart of so many women who had posted their C section birth experiences on line. I read many, if not all of them. Reading someone else's experience, allowed me to somewhat relax and face the process with a bit more enthusiasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very nervous on our way to the hospital for my scheduled C section. Once we arrived at the hospital, the whole process was very quick and very efficient. I changed into my hospital outfit and was immediately prepped for surgery (insert IVs, monitor the baby, etc).  We came in at 11 AM. A lot of the time was spent waiting around for everything to be ready. I was wheeled into the surgery room just a little after 1 PM. Once inside, they asked me to sit on the OR table. It was very intimidating - there were a lot of people in the room (at least 8, maybe 12). There were nurses, a pediatrician, OR technicians, anesthesiologist, and doctors. I couldn't believe all those people were there for me, performing a specific function. There were wires and machines everywhere. I had to hunch down like a shrimp with my back facing the anesthesiologist, as he injected my spine with a numbing agent. There was a very kind nurse who held my hand and pretty much hugged me through the process. She kept saying, "don't be scared. This is the worst part of it. You are going to have a baby in a few minutes." I kept saying, "I am nervous." &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once the numbing agent was in - the anesthesiologist then proceeded to inject me with the epidural on my freaking spine. The worst part of it was that I felt the needle go in, and I almost jumped out of the OR table.  This scared the hell of the anesthesiologist, and he gave me more medicine to numb my spine before giving me the rest of the spinal epidural. He kept telling me that he couldn't find the right space on my spinal disk where he could inject the medicine.  This whole process was supposed to only take 15 minutes - but I think mine took at least half an hour or more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once the medicine kicked in, everything below my chest was numbed. I couldn't feel a darn thing and it was scary. I vomited all over the place as a side effect of all the drugs they injected in my system. The nurse was right though - that was the worst part of it. Once the drugs kicked in, and they laid me on the table - my husband was allowed in. The staff each introduced themselves - they called time - and they began. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't even know, when they started cutting me open. I just laid there and couldn't feel a thing. Before I knew it, the baby was out! It was so quick. She was born at 2 PM. She was immediately cleaned up, weighed and checked out at a table nearby. I didn't get to hold her because I was tied down at the table, and the doctors had to sew me back up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They took her to the nursery, but she was given back to me once the surgery was over (took about 30 minutes to stitch me up), and I was in the recovery room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We stayed in the hospital from Friday to Tuesday noon. The nurses, doctors and staff at the hospital were amazing.  Their quality of care was excellent. We felt pampered, well taken care of, and it seemed like they went out of their way to make this experience pleasant for us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was pain - yes there was, especially when I tried to stand up that Saturday and tried to urinate.  However, it is bearable.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I now have a beautiful baby girl - and she is well worth it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="clear:both; text-align:CENTER"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-1433411328066115778?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/1433411328066115778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=1433411328066115778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/1433411328066115778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/1433411328066115778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2009/06/nola-jiselle-birth-experience.html' title='Nola Jiselle - Birth Experience'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SibEwPvysjI/AAAAAAAAC8Q/YHFrKTo5Vjo/s72-c/IMG_0493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-7209244672322878586</id><published>2009-05-27T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T23:21:03.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Nola Slide Show</title><content type='html'>Here's a slide show of Nola Emralino:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fjestherlyn%2Falbumid%2F5336613427144109313%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-7209244672322878586?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/7209244672322878586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=7209244672322878586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/7209244672322878586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/7209244672322878586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2009/05/baby-nola-slide-show.html' title='Baby Nola Slide Show'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-6617220639465849890</id><published>2009-05-13T17:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T17:18:04.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 day and 20 hours to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SgtglD98jHI/AAAAAAAAC0U/bNuAa4RDImY/s1600-h/37+weeks+pregnant.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SgtglD98jHI/AAAAAAAAC0U/bNuAa4RDImY/s320/37+weeks+pregnant.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335464373387037810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now nearing the tail end of my pregnancy adventure. My much awaited baby girl is going to be born via c section on Friday, May 15, 2009, at 1 PM. This is going to be a day that I will celebrate and cherish every year for the rest of my life. Wow...I am going to have a baby. I have waited so long and have gone through so much to have her, and finally, she is only hours away from arriving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very scared about the whole abdominal surgery process, but my friend, Raazia was here today, and reminded me that in exchange for any pain or discomfort of childbirth, I am going to get a child - what a gift! I thought about it more and more, and she was right - I would have given anything up to have her and to make sure that she is okay and perfectly healthy. The pain and discomfort of surgery seems miniscule compared to what my child will give me - the chance to be a mother, to experience the love and joy, of holding her tiny little hands and kissing her tiny little feet. I should be so lucky to even have that opportunity. I have yearned for so long to be a mom, and now, she is only hours away from arriving into this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, baby girl...you have no idea how long I have waited for this moment. I am about to embark, in one of life's most beautiful adventure...motherhood. What a blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-6617220639465849890?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/6617220639465849890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=6617220639465849890' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/6617220639465849890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/6617220639465849890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2009/05/1-day-and-20-hours-to-go.html' title='1 day and 20 hours to go'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SgtglD98jHI/AAAAAAAAC0U/bNuAa4RDImY/s72-c/37+weeks+pregnant.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-3093882881483722346</id><published>2009-04-30T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:22:18.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 more weeks to go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-46.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2449958197314666054&amp;amp;site=widget-46.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197314666054&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-46.slide.com/p1/2449958197314666054/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197314666054&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-46.slide.com/p2/2449958197314666054/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2449958197314666054&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-46.slide.com/p4/2449958197314666054/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we approach THE DAY - I found myself more and more excited about meeting this little human that has taken over my body. I can't wait to see her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been feeling more and more anxious lately - like time cannot go by any faster. I wanted to move on to the motherhood part. I want to fast forward to the giving birth and all the pain and aches associated with labor. The more I know about the child delivery process, the more it freaks me out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on maternity leave now for 7 business days. I thought I was going to be able to do more at home, but of course, as soon as I go on leave - my body starts falling apart. I have a severe case of carpal tunnel and my wrists are in so much pain - that it hurts to even just un-snap my bra hooks. My hands are numb. My feet are swollen. I waddle around the house like a big disabled elephant (literally!). The last 6 weeks of pregnancy is definitely uncomfortable, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at least we finished her nursey. Progress! Yey - we can check that off our list. We are still in search of a few minor items (just as a little bookcase) but for the most part - it is done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you in approximately 3 weeks, baby girl. Don't get too big in there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-3093882881483722346?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/3093882881483722346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=3093882881483722346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/3093882881483722346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/3093882881483722346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2009/04/3-more-weeks-to-go.html' title='3 more weeks to go!'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-842951219108160764</id><published>2009-04-19T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T08:39:28.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nola's Baby Shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-41.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=lt&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2449958197314500161&amp;amp;site=widget-41.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197314500161&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-41.slide.com/p1/2449958197314500161/lt_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197314500161&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-41.slide.com/p2/2449958197314500161/lt_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197314500161&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-41.slide.com/p4/2449958197314500161/lt_t013_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our families and close friends hosted a beautiful baby shower for Norm &amp;amp; I, in celebration of our soon-to-arrive baby girl Nola. It was held at the Mayfair Park in Lakewood. It was a sunny Saturday, wonderfully spent with family and friends - many of whom I have not seen for months and months. The food was great. The gifts were so super cute. Most important of all, it was nice to see and catch up with my friends whom I have not seen in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raaz was there with her family. I missed her dearly. Angelica was there with her baby boy Jakey. Sherry got us the cutest looking lady bug three tier cake I have ever seen. She &lt;em&gt;holds a big space in my heart as the sweetest and one of my most dedicated friends - the kind you keep for a lifetime. I finally got to meet her sweetie - Raul&lt;/em&gt;. Terry came by - she came all the way from Northern Cal &amp; was just here for the weekend! Maria who has been M.I.A. for awhile was there with her hubby. &lt;em&gt;It was definitely nice to see her.&lt;/em&gt; Jan and Jay were there. Jan made the cutest little favors. She is so talented. My little sis took care of all the games (and even bought us a gift!). My other sis got us my fav mulberry playpen - very cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really such a nice feeling to celebrate this special moment with everyone. In between this baby shower, and the one thrown by my work - our baby girl has gotten SO MUCH gifts. She is one lucky baby girl. She is definitely well loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all. We appreciate everything very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-842951219108160764?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/842951219108160764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=842951219108160764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/842951219108160764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/842951219108160764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2009/04/nolas-baby-shower.html' title='Nola&apos;s Baby Shower'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-3310979947347330819</id><published>2009-03-04T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T18:30:53.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>29 weeks...11 more weeks to go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/Sa85XPSW5EI/AAAAAAAACxI/w4F8fkG4RlY/s1600-h/29+weeks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/Sa85XPSW5EI/AAAAAAAACxI/w4F8fkG4RlY/s320/29+weeks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello there...so it has been awhile. I am now 29 weeks pregnant, and just 11 weeks shy of giving birth. I cannot believe time has gone by so fast. I don't even know what happened to February. I woke up, went to work, went to sleep, then it was March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pregnancy has been wonderful. I feel good. I don't feel sick and I haven't really had anything to complain about except for the sleepiness and fatigue, that I think could be blamed more for the long and daily commute to work, than to the pregnancy itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although for the most part, my pregnancy has been great - I am constantly worried about her well being. I worry that my belly is smaller than other pregnant women, that she doesn't move as much as I think she should, and I make up these scenarios in my head that could go wrong. My co-worker said that it is normal, given my personality, and the fact that I have never been a mom before. I like to be in control of things. I like to know exactly what to expect, what is going to happen, how it is going to happen, and how to make sure it is going to go according to the mapped plan. Motherhood however changes all of that, and throws it out the door. You just do not know what you are going to get. Will she cry a lot? Will I be a good mom? What if she gets sick? Did I eat something bad that could affect her development?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to learn how to relax, and just enjoy the experience. I really should be thankful that I have an easy pregnancy thus far, and that from what the doctors can see - everything is okay and normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tummy is round as a ball. I am carrying high, but I usually feel the baby just under my belly button (no stretch marks yet! yey!).&lt;br /&gt;I think her head is down there now, and she is now in birth position. She wakes me up at night and I usually have to go to the bathroom every two to three hours. When I hold my pee, the little brat wiggles around until I use the restroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time. I have to cook.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-3310979947347330819?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/3310979947347330819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=3310979947347330819' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/3310979947347330819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/3310979947347330819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2009/03/29-weeks11-more-weeks-to-go.html' title='29 weeks...11 more weeks to go!'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/Sa85XPSW5EI/AAAAAAAACxI/w4F8fkG4RlY/s72-c/29+weeks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-1763513908823701880</id><published>2009-02-17T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:01:10.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Furniture for Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SZrdXpggKxI/AAAAAAAACwg/XojrmcW3nCk/s1600-h/creations_6706-522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303794909531089682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SZrdXpggKxI/AAAAAAAACwg/XojrmcW3nCk/s200/creations_6706-522.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SZrdco0FKgI/AAAAAAAACwo/0ZcBcieAzWc/s1600-h/creations_6706-524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303794995244116482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SZrdco0FKgI/AAAAAAAACwo/0ZcBcieAzWc/s200/creations_6706-524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valentine's Day is a time of love. It is when women generally receive chocolates, flowers and jewelry from their husbands, boyfriends, or significant others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Valentine's Day - my husband and I went shopping and purchased baby furniture. We bought Nola's crib, mattress, and changing table/dresser. I know some may say it is unromantic, but buying needed things for my baby makes me incredibly happy, and spending the day with my husband discussing which crib, which mattress, and which dresser/changing table will work best for our bebe is just priceless. We have been going back and forth to Bergstroms and other baby furniture places around the area for three months now. We have been attracked to a few pieces of furniture, and we finally decided to just make a final decision and buy the crib and the baby dresser/changing table.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We purchased the empire cherry crib and dresser from the Creations Carragio baby furniture collection. The Creations Carragio Bedroom Collection is influenced by the French and Rococo revival designs that became extremely popular during the reign of King Louis Philippe. The crib converts to a twin bed that she can use once she is older. The dresser is also a piece of furniture that will grow with her. My hubby and I think the pieces are a really good buy, and suits exactly what we need. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that is it. The nursery room is now completely furnished - we have a crib, a dresser, a rocker, a crib set, and curtains. All we have to do is empty it out and paint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are ready for you Baby N - see you in a approximately 3 months. Can't wait!!!&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/646725234973642684-1763513908823701880?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/1763513908823701880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=1763513908823701880' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/1763513908823701880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/1763513908823701880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2009/02/baby-furniture-for-valentines-day.html' title='Baby Furniture for Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SZrdXpggKxI/AAAAAAAACwg/XojrmcW3nCk/s72-c/creations_6706-522.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-3120035010757703639</id><published>2009-01-23T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T19:10:53.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 weeks pregnant - Nola is swimming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SXqD-9P5MNI/AAAAAAAACu0/idRpN7bdJMk/s1600-h/CIMG0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SXqD-9P5MNI/AAAAAAAACu0/idRpN7bdJMk/s320/CIMG0132.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;I am just about 24 weeks (6 months) pregnant, and we have quite awhile to go.  My tummy is definitely getting bigger, and our little "fish" named Nola is definitely swimming in Mama's tummy. I can feel her more prominently at night now - it is not just a wave or bubbles, like how it was before. When she moves, it feels more like a nudge - like someone is touching my insides. It is very weird, and freaky, and amazing at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;I have bought many maternity pants (thank god for Target!) and have been using all the maternity clothes that I received as gifts this Christmas. My feet are a bit swollen. I feel huge and sometimes look huge in pictures, but my nurse said I really did not gain that much weight - about 15 pounds, which is not bad.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;Aside from needing more sleep than usual, I feel pretty much the same. I am not craving anything or hungry for anything. I just eat more frequently, and I am just more tired than I would usually am....other than that, so far so good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&gt;See you in 3 1/2 months, little fish. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; "&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/646725234973642684-3120035010757703639?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/3120035010757703639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=3120035010757703639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/3120035010757703639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/3120035010757703639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='24 weeks pregnant - Nola is swimming'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SXqD-9P5MNI/AAAAAAAACu0/idRpN7bdJMk/s72-c/CIMG0132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-6719928058531011034</id><published>2009-01-20T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T13:56:20.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Purple Madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SXZHXuyb04I/AAAAAAAACsA/ilIyuhGxc6A/s1600-h/Bedroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293496885042729858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SXZHXuyb04I/AAAAAAAACsA/ilIyuhGxc6A/s400/Bedroom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say, one of the perks of knowing that we will have a baby girl, is that I get to enjoy shopping for really cute and girly stuff for our baby's nursery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have this desire to give this baby the best that we could give her. It is not necessarily the amount of how much something is, but rather, I want to take the time to savor every little detail that will touch her daily life. I look into every little thing...from her pillow, from the paint on the walls of her room, the crib, her crib set, her stroller, her car seat, her baby monitor - everything and anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have waited a long time to be a mom - and I want to enjoy every little thing that has anything to do with my baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, we have decided on a room motif for her. It has changed a few times over the course of a couple of months, but I think we are set - and her father and I are in agreement. We looked, and we looked and it is hard because there are so many cute decor. However, there is something about the color purple or lavender that holds my attention, more so than others. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't want anything too babyish or ordinary- I wanted something classic, elegant, sweet and beautiful. I saw this set from Lambs &amp;amp; Ivy - on one of our many baby furniture visits. It looks so much more enchanting on person than how it all looks on a photo. It is purple, but not too purple - it has accents of sage and gold - that will easily match the rocker we have in mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope she likes it. Mama sure does.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-6719928058531011034?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/6719928058531011034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=6719928058531011034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/6719928058531011034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/6719928058531011034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2009/01/purple-madness.html' title='Purple Madness'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SXZHXuyb04I/AAAAAAAACsA/ilIyuhGxc6A/s72-c/Bedroom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-2453257905723775665</id><published>2009-01-02T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:35:53.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome 2009...Here's to a blessed and wonderful year</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SV5rQM8IPBI/AAAAAAAACl4/I2iz2rvvS34/s1600-h/CIMG0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286780938675043346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SV5rQM8IPBI/AAAAAAAACl4/I2iz2rvvS34/s320/CIMG0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2008 sure did go by fast. It was a whirlwind of a year, leaving behind traces of my happiest and saddest moments... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN 2008.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We renovated our home, added a family room... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We landscaped our backyard... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Transferred work location to our Los Angeles office...met new co-workers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My first and only nephew Aiden was born... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took and failed the bar exam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the East Coast, for the first time... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I re-took and passed the bar exam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teddy Bear, my beloved dog, died...&lt;br /&gt;I got pregnant...the baby is healthy, seeing her in the sonogram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I bought a new car...sold my old one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got a new dog...named him Bear &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IN 2009 I LOOK FORWARD TO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decorating a really cute nursery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Buying lots of baby girl clothes and furniture &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giving birth and meeting my daughter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seeing my husband become a father &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Experiencing motherhood and all that it has to offer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aiden's baptism and first birthday &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My daughter's baptism &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A well-deserved long vacation / international travel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A successful career &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good health for my family and friends &lt;/div&gt;My grandmother's 85th birthday party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to 2009! &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/646725234973642684-2453257905723775665?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/2453257905723775665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=2453257905723775665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/2453257905723775665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/2453257905723775665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2009/01/welcome-2009heres-to-blessed-and.html' title='Welcome 2009...Here&apos;s to a blessed and wonderful year'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SV5rQM8IPBI/AAAAAAAACl4/I2iz2rvvS34/s72-c/CIMG0061.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-927834413822676734</id><published>2008-12-29T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T17:33:44.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's a GIRL!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SVl6eP1tSfI/AAAAAAAACdY/yYZkJ-pfG9w/s1600-h/19+weeks+sonogram+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SVl6eP1tSfI/AAAAAAAACdY/yYZkJ-pfG9w/s320/19+weeks+sonogram+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We had our second sonogram last December 23rd and we were fortunate enough to find out the gender of our baby. Well...she's a GIRL! We have lots and lots of photos of Nola (well, that is going to be her name), and seeing her get so big was so absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter is about 9 ounces at 20 weeks - that is give or take about the size of a coke can. My baby moves quite a lot inside my tummy - but too bad, I can't quite feel her movements just yet because the doctor said that the way my uterus is positioned is a bit odd (retroverted, I think was the term). I am pretty sure I've felt her move, but the movements were very slight...they call it "quickening" - it feels more like butterflies in your stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter was moving a lot during the sonogram session. She has really long legs and long arms. The doctor caught this photo of her with her hand on her forehead ("I am stressed pose"). We all thought it was so cute, and so very diva-ish of my little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 5 months pregnant now. I probably won't see Nola again until March. Keep growing my daughter. See you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-927834413822676734?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/927834413822676734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=927834413822676734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/927834413822676734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/927834413822676734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/12/shes-girl.html' title='She&apos;s a GIRL!!!'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SVl6eP1tSfI/AAAAAAAACdY/yYZkJ-pfG9w/s72-c/19+weeks+sonogram+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-6943441474701785708</id><published>2008-12-22T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T20:11:25.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing, Bear Emralino</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SVBgwiDpTNI/AAAAAAAACcg/Atr2Qw8jVeo/s1600-h/CIMG0053-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SVBgwiDpTNI/AAAAAAAACcg/Atr2Qw8jVeo/s320/CIMG0053-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Losing Teddy has been a devastating and heartbreaking experience for me, for my husband, and for my little doggie, Rascal. There is not a day when I do not miss him, and there is not a day that I wish he was still with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To help us cope with the loss, and to help us move on, we have decided get another doggie in memory of Teddy. Rascal always had Teddy with him, and we were afraid that he was going to feel neglected especially when the baby comes, and we will not be able to give him 100% of our attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said that, we decided to get a 6 month old, 9 pound Coton de Tulear dog. The breed, Coton de Tulear are pretty much like Bichon Frises, but their hair is straight and easier to maintain. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 356px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-ff.slide.com/widgets/sf.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=3026418949595045119&amp;amp;site=widget-ff.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3026418949595045119&amp;amp;map=C" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ff.slide.com/q1/3026418949595045119/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide8.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3026418949595045119&amp;amp;map=D" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ff.slide.com/q2/3026418949595045119/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=3026418949595045119&amp;amp;map=I" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-ff.slide.com/q4/3026418949595045119/bb_t000_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We named our new doggie, Bear, in honor of Teddy Bear. Here is a video of Rascal and Bear's first meeting at the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, I do not yet have the same connection to Bear as I did with Teddy. However, I am sure that affection and caring will come in due time. Additionally, Rascal is still very aloof with Bear, and I guess, he was trying to figure out if this white fluff of hair is staying in his house. Bear has been very nice but very shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to our family Bear. &lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-6943441474701785708?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/6943441474701785708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=6943441474701785708' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/6943441474701785708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/6943441474701785708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/12/losing-teddy-has-been-devastating-and.html' title='Introducing, Bear Emralino'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SVBgwiDpTNI/AAAAAAAACcg/Atr2Qw8jVeo/s72-c/CIMG0053-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-7388533296686039244</id><published>2008-12-20T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T20:08:04.990-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mama's Getting Big - 18 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SU2-0bA4s3I/AAAAAAAACbo/XFHwJadE0oA/s1600-h/CIMG0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SU2-0bA4s3I/AAAAAAAACbo/XFHwJadE0oA/s320/CIMG0023.JPG" border="0" alt="" style="clear:both;float:left; margin:0px 10px 10px 0;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;My body is undergoing a lot of changes as I progress through this pregnancy phase. I am now 18 weeks pregnant (19 weeks on Tuesday) and I am now starting to show. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I work in a law firm full of women. Since I started sporting a mini belly, the women in my office are NOT SHY on commenting that I am now showing and that my belly is so super cute (I look like I swallowed a cantaloupe! That's not cute).  As they make these comments, however, they feel that we are close enough as to touch and rub my stomach! (Hello! Personal Space! That's my tummy you are rubbing! I don't know you that well.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, I don't mind it really - I just thought that was weird that people feel the need to touch your belly when you are pregnant. I am sure I will get used to it, as my belly continues to grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am starting to put on weight. I no longer fit in my regular work pants and had to buy maternity pants over the weekend. I also had to buy a few maternity tops. I need more though, but I will take my time in buying as I don't know how much bigger I'll get. Hopefully, not too big. I don't want to gain too much weight as women in my family tend to keep their pregnancy weight after the baby is born. &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/646725234973642684-7388533296686039244?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/7388533296686039244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=7388533296686039244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/7388533296686039244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/7388533296686039244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/12/mamas-getting-big-18-weeks.html' title='Mama&apos;s Getting Big - 18 weeks'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SU2-0bA4s3I/AAAAAAAACbo/XFHwJadE0oA/s72-c/CIMG0023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-3151088836735741592</id><published>2008-12-05T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T19:34:19.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Dog?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-f2.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2449958197308772850&amp;amp;site=widget-f2.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197308772850&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f2.slide.com/p1/2449958197308772850/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2449958197308772850&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f2.slide.com/p2/2449958197308772850/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;at=un&amp;id=2449958197308772850&amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-f2.slide.com/p4/2449958197308772850/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From time to time, people tell me, "lighten up, it's just a dog," or, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"that's a lot of money for just a dog." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They don't understand the distance traveled, the time spent, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;or the costs involved for "just a dog." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of my proudest moments have come about with "just a dog." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Many hours have passed and my only company was "just a dog," but I did not once feel slighted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by "just a dog," and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of "just a dog" gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you, too, think it's "just a dog," then you will probably understand phrases like "just a friend," "just a sunrise," or "just a promise." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Just a dog" brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Just a dog" brings out the compassion and patience that make me a better person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of "just a dog", I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly to the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So for me and folks like me, it's not "just a dog" but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Just a dog" brings out what's good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope that someday they can understand that it's not "just a dog", but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being "just a man or woman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So the next time you hear the phrase "just a dog" just smile... because they "just don't understand."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-3151088836735741592?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/3151088836735741592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=3151088836735741592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/3151088836735741592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/3151088836735741592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/12/just-dog.html' title='Just a Dog?'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-2022935926953052515</id><published>2008-12-04T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T15:17:09.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teddy...My heart, my love, my joy always</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SThcDwOB8qI/AAAAAAAACWk/MGcKjkoDUa8/s1600-h/IMG_0046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276068183017648802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SThcDwOB8qI/AAAAAAAACWk/MGcKjkoDUa8/s400/IMG_0046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;Today is a very sad day. I lost a good friend today, a faithful companion, a loving part of our family. Teddy died today at approximately 8 AM in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband called me at work, in a panic, and informed me that when they were taking their usual walk this morning around our block, Teddy, my 8 year old Bichon Frise, got out of his leash because he saw two big dogs across the street. In his attempt to bark at the two dogs, he got out of his leash, slipped through his neck collar (which was new and I just bought yesterday), and ran across the street. In a matter of seconds, a fast approaching car ran over him, one of the tires hit him through the stomach. The car didn't even stop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My husband was in shock. He carried Teddy home, he was still alive but barely moving. Teddy was looking at him calmly but in pain, and before they reached home, Teddy passed away. He took him to the vet, but there was nothing else they could do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears starting streaming down my cheeks as soon as I put the phone down and headed home. I cried out loud all way from Los Angeles to Anaheim. I was hoping and praying that he was just injured and that he was going to be okay. I had this sick feeling in my stomach. I was so filled with grief. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many, &lt;em&gt;"I should have known better....I shouldn't have bought him a new collar chain....We could have trained him better so he would be more friendly with other dogs...."&lt;/em&gt; regrets going through our heads. My husband and I are incredibly sad. Teddy was my first rescue dog. I took him home with me on my very first trip to the pound. There was something in his eyes, I couldn't dare leave him there. I had to take him home. There was a part of me, that said, he was supposed to be mine. The pound was going to put him to sleep, if no one adopts him. He was a stray, they found him wandering on the streets of Riverside. He was so skinny, so dirty, so scared. When I took him home, he was so hungry that he ate the whole can of dog food so fast, like he has never eaten before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember, how he wouldn't let me touch him the first few weeks, he would scower low to the floor, afraid that I would hurt him (his previous owner probably did). He didn't trust people. God knows what he has been through. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With love and patience, he started to trust again, and he loved us. Boy, did he love us! He was thankful that he was part of our family. He would follow me around the house. He would wait for hours under my office chair, until I got back from school. My husband taught him how to kiss, and lick our faces. He would pick up a tennis ball, and drop it by our feet, in a shameless effort to force us to play fetch with him. He would pace up and down by our side, signaling us that it is time for a walk. He contently sat by our sides, and was happy just to be near my husband and I. Our schedules rotated around our dogs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We loved Teddy, as if he was our child, as if he was a person. We were so incredibly attached to him emotionally, and now that he is gone, I don't even know how to cope. He was eight years old, and I knew he'll have to leave us someday....I just didn't imagine it'll be this way, or that it'll be this soon. Gosh, this is going to be so difficult. No one else could have loved a dog, as much as I loved mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hugged his lifeless body at the vet's office, and my heart was so filled with grief. I didn't know what to do with myself....I know, it sounds weird, but for us, he wasn't just a pet...he was an integral and significant part of our lives, he was family, he was my baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to miss him so much. It is going to be awhile before our household goes back to normal again. It will never be the same again. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teddy, my heart, my love, my joy always. Mama loves you. I am going to miss you so so so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-2022935926953052515?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/2022935926953052515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=2022935926953052515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/2022935926953052515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/2022935926953052515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/12/my-heart-my-love-my-joy-always.html' title='Teddy...My heart, my love, my joy always'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SThcDwOB8qI/AAAAAAAACWk/MGcKjkoDUa8/s72-c/IMG_0046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-1745833157250373137</id><published>2008-12-01T19:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:42:38.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's for dinner? Tinolang Manok! (Chicken Ginger Stew with Vegetables)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/STSr7LbKtSI/AAAAAAAACWc/xDBZSeNW20I/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275030096725062946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/STSr7LbKtSI/AAAAAAAACWc/xDBZSeNW20I/s400/photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am going to be a Mama...I am "trying" to make an effort to do more motherly duties such as cooking dinner, in order to practice and someday, be decent with these chores. I have spoiled myself the last few years, as I have not had to worry about anything really, except myself. When I am hungry, I buy food or my hubby cooks me something. But obviously, now that I am going to be a Mama, I'd like to someday be able to feed by child, healthy and edible food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the recipe for our dinner tonight....Tinolang Manok. I used to eat this chicken ginger stew a lot, when I lived with my parents. Lately, I've only had the chance to eat it when I go to the Filipino eatery places (and what they have was never that good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;Chayote, Spinach, Chicken (cut into desired size), Ginger, Onion, Garlic, Patis or Salt, Pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procedure:&lt;br /&gt;Saute, ginger,garlic and onion. Add chicken and brown all sides. Add patis or salt, ground black pepper and let it simmer. Add enough water to cover your chicken, more can be added if preferred. When chicken is almost done add the Chayote (or Papapa if you can find it) and do not over cooked it. Lastly, add the spinach. Once the spinach and chayote are cooked, it's ready! Serve hot with steamed rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yummy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-1745833157250373137?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/1745833157250373137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=1745833157250373137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/1745833157250373137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/1745833157250373137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/12/whats-for-dinner-tinolang-manok-chicken.html' title='What&apos;s for dinner? Tinolang Manok! (Chicken Ginger Stew with Vegetables)'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/STSr7LbKtSI/AAAAAAAACWc/xDBZSeNW20I/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-8013621486511492473</id><published>2008-11-24T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T19:27:36.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am going to be a Mommy...what a blessed year indeed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SStucIj8F-I/AAAAAAAACV0/2WdRw1pD68E/s1600-h/image3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272429218380912610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SStucIj8F-I/AAAAAAAACV0/2WdRw1pD68E/s320/image3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This weekend, we took out my family and my hubby's family for Sunday Brunch. Everyone thought that they were there to celebrate me passing the bar exam. However, they did not know, that hubby and I had another surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well..we have been keeping it a secret for awhile...but my honey and I are going to be parents for the first time. I am going to be a Mommy. Our families were both surprised, but definitely happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is the most wonderful feeling indeed....I always wanted to be a mother. I just wasn't sure when the right time was, but I always knew, I wanted to be a mother. I wanted to have that chance to raise that little someone and impart a part of myself. I wanted to experience the whole thing...the raising, the burping, the kissing, the baby words, the potty training....I wanted that, and a lot more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is an amazing feeling to finally see my baby last week and hear his or her heartbeat (it was loud! sounded like a train!). My hubby was so amazed seeing this little creature with a big head, and a backbone, and arms and legs, and eyes. This little creature that was moving inside my tummy, that can be viewed on sonogram machine...this creature that we created, this creature that we have been anticipating is finally here. It felt great as a woman, to be able to give him that feeling of amazement. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It puts everything in perspective. It was very emotional and was a relief, to know that my little peanut was growing just fine (he's now the size of an apple!). My angel is 15 weeks old, 4 1/2 inches long from crown to rump, and weighs about 2 1/2 ounces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you soon, my child. Keep growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am ready, we are ready. I am definitely looking forward to the best journey I am ever going to undertake in this lifetime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-8013621486511492473?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/8013621486511492473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=8013621486511492473' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/8013621486511492473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/8013621486511492473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/11/i-am-going-to-be-mommywhat-blessed-year.html' title='I am going to be a Mommy...what a blessed year indeed.'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SStucIj8F-I/AAAAAAAACV0/2WdRw1pD68E/s72-c/image3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-1686333583276052624</id><published>2008-11-18T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T16:18:21.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SSNZu-e9TXI/AAAAAAAACUo/8h9s9bRCBqQ/s1600-h/2008_acura_mdx_20227618-E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270154652535311730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SSNZu-e9TXI/AAAAAAAACUo/8h9s9bRCBqQ/s320/2008_acura_mdx_20227618-E.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I have been thinking about getting a new car now that my 2002 Toyota Camry has reached 100,000 miles. I really didn't think we'd get one though...I thought it was mostly talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been hearing a lot of good deals for Acura MDX cars, and today, we stopped by an Acura dealership to "look" and of course, we ended up with a deal we simply could not walk away from (well, I guess we could have). We did not even test drive the car. Who does that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, we pick her up tomorrow. Black on black 2008 Acura MDX. Mama has a new ride. Goodbye my dear Camry, I will miss you. You have served me well - may you find a second good owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-1686333583276052624?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/1686333583276052624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=1686333583276052624' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/1686333583276052624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/1686333583276052624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/11/merry-christmas-to-me.html' title='Merry Christmas to me!'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SSNZu-e9TXI/AAAAAAAACUo/8h9s9bRCBqQ/s72-c/2008_acura_mdx_20227618-E.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-7811017724152792166</id><published>2008-11-09T20:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:47:40.745-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teddy's Wash Day</title><content type='html'>Okay....so it is not a big surprise that I love my Bichon Frise doggies. I do...I love them a lot. I think more than an ordinary human would love a dog. I don't treat them as dogs. I don't see them as dogs. I look at them and treat them almost but not quite my babies. Some people might think I am crazy, but that's just who I am. When there is something or someone who makes me feel happy and loved, I am hooked and quite devoted to that something or someone....be it an animal or a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SRe9UQcz5SI/AAAAAAAACTM/Tvg-BrnE9F0/s1600-h/IMG_0390%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266886444943926562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SRe9UQcz5SI/AAAAAAAACTM/Tvg-BrnE9F0/s320/IMG_0390%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SRe9UFAe51I/AAAAAAAACTE/_iNT0GckFss/s1600-h/IMG_0387%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266886441872320338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SRe9UFAe51I/AAAAAAAACTE/_iNT0GckFss/s320/IMG_0387%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oldest doggie is Teddy. Papa and I washed him this weekend because he was STINKY! I sometimes hate the fact that my kids have white fur, because they get dirty so fast. They run around in the yard, and next thing you know it, they are gray. I love it when they are all white and puffy, and cute. It is hard to wash them. We usually take them to the groomers at least once every 6 weeks but no more than that, because it can get quite expensive, especially since we have two. My kids hate bath days, and I actually have to chase my little one (Rascal) around the house, because when I am holding the bottle of shampoo....he knows it's bath time and he hides under the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SRe9U8uqQHI/AAAAAAAACTU/Q0f0uufJohk/s1600-h/IMG_0385%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266886456829952114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SRe9U8uqQHI/AAAAAAAACTU/Q0f0uufJohk/s320/IMG_0385%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-7811017724152792166?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/7811017724152792166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=7811017724152792166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/7811017724152792166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/7811017724152792166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/11/teddys-wash-day.html' title='Teddy&apos;s Wash Day'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SRe9UQcz5SI/AAAAAAAACTM/Tvg-BrnE9F0/s72-c/IMG_0390%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-4101575392340289056</id><published>2008-11-04T18:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:52:25.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NJ Bar Exam - July 2008</title><content type='html'>Results of the NJ bar exam was posted last night, and this morning at work, I found out I passed the NJ Bar Exam administered July 2008!!! It would have been sweeter to have passed CA in February, but I am happy to have passed July 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SREEua2xCBI/AAAAAAAACBw/6UhlD4-80R4/s1600-h/IMG_0378%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264994634902341650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SREEua2xCBI/AAAAAAAACBw/6UhlD4-80R4/s320/IMG_0378%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SREEdl6LpDI/AAAAAAAACBM/iP1GJIwG_6s/s1600-h/IMG_0377%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264994345811682354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SREEdl6LpDI/AAAAAAAACBM/iP1GJIwG_6s/s320/IMG_0377%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have waited over 4 years to see the print out above - and finally, after years of hardwork...I can officially say, I am a swearing-in-ceremony away from being a licensed attorney! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest with you, I really didn't think I'd make it this far. Four years of law school at night while working full-time in the day was not a walk in the park. I was never the smartest person, and I was never the most eloquent one, but I was always the most determined...and that determination, along with the love and support of my family and friends, carried me through. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The print out above opens many doors that would allow me to dream more, aim more, do more, and be more...and for that, I am rejuvenated, excited, and looking forward to an exciting and fulfilling future. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for all your prayers, kindness, support and love during this life journey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-4101575392340289056?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/4101575392340289056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=4101575392340289056' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/4101575392340289056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/4101575392340289056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/11/nj-bar-exam-july-2008.html' title='NJ Bar Exam - July 2008'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SREEua2xCBI/AAAAAAAACBw/6UhlD4-80R4/s72-c/IMG_0378%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-8348686236063073014</id><published>2008-11-03T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:54:12.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween West Hollywood Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;For the last few years, I have had to miss Halloween because there's school or I had to stay home because there's school the following day. This Halloween however hubby and I decided to go to West Hollywood to celebrate Halloween. I was hesitant at first, because I had already purchased a bunch of candies for the neighborhood kids - but I figured I could leave the candies by the door, and I am sure the kids will happily help themselves (and they did!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was a work day, so hubby and I met up in Los Angeles after work to go to West Hollywood, since I work in West L.A., and he had to drive all the way from Aliso Viejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never been to the West Hollywood Halloween event before, although I've heard so much about it over the years. I was always discouraged by stories that it was too crowded and difficult to park, however, I must say, it was not that bad. We did have to walk for quite some time, but it was not horrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad we went though. It was definitely an experience. They closed the whole street, there were vendors, and the costumes were just spectacular. Okay...there were some slutty customes that really did not belong in a Halloween parade but there were also just elaborate and gorgeous customes that probably took forever to put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun. I'll be back again in the future!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SREBIO9_FcI/AAAAAAAACBE/DTa7Q3W-A68/s1600-h/IMG_0372.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264990680341484994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SREBIO9_FcI/AAAAAAAACBE/DTa7Q3W-A68/s320/IMG_0372.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SREA-x7LQLI/AAAAAAAACA8/h8X-yuXy0z0/s1600-h/IMG_0370.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264990517926248626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SREA-x7LQLI/AAAAAAAACA8/h8X-yuXy0z0/s320/IMG_0370.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SREAjbmzU3I/AAAAAAAACAU/rcpHadxMosk/s1600-h/IMG_0366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264990048078746482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SREAjbmzU3I/AAAAAAAACAU/rcpHadxMosk/s320/IMG_0366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-8348686236063073014?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/8348686236063073014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=8348686236063073014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/8348686236063073014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/8348686236063073014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/11/halloween-west-hollywood-style.html' title='Halloween West Hollywood Style'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SREBIO9_FcI/AAAAAAAACBE/DTa7Q3W-A68/s72-c/IMG_0372.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-6074285799696921049</id><published>2008-10-21T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:04:00.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SP6Xkpj3-4I/AAAAAAAAB_w/sXj6ht_w1OM/s1600-h/believe-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259808070702726018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SP6Xkpj3-4I/AAAAAAAAB_w/sXj6ht_w1OM/s320/believe-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I haven't been able to sleep well the last few days.  I have been having nightmares actually. There has been a lot in my mind lately, none of which I can really discuss at this time, but trust that my mind is full of worries and my heart filled with blind hope that everything is going to be okay. I close my eyes, and I worry. I drive, and I worry. I work, and I worry. I eat and I worry.  I rest, and yet I worry. My mind wanders all the time, filled with unexpectant worries that wouldn't leave me or my thoughts alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we always worry so much? I guess, it all depends on how you approach life and the challenges it brings you. I am a pessimist by nature. I expect the worst, prepare for the worst, and I am armed for the worst - the pessimistic attitude helps me cope in the worst of circumstances. Growing up, people and circumstances have always disappointed me, and so I learned to cope by expecting the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work hard in trying to control what I can. The things I have control over - I do well in. However, there are things, many things I can't control. They are out of my hands...and for those things, I leave it nervously to faith. I calm myself, and reassure my nerves, that there's a reason, reason for everything. Please let there be a reason for everything.&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/646725234973642684-6074285799696921049?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/6074285799696921049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=6074285799696921049' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/6074285799696921049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/6074285799696921049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/10/thought-of-day.html' title='Thought of the day...'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SP6Xkpj3-4I/AAAAAAAAB_w/sXj6ht_w1OM/s72-c/believe-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-569021417631676171</id><published>2008-10-15T20:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T20:47:52.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. &amp; Mrs. Alfred and Sherry Valera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SPa3jtnvCDI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/HPUsZy7FS8E/s1600-h/IMG_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257591439171192882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SPa3jtnvCDI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/HPUsZy7FS8E/s320/IMG_0353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SPa0_1AhRUI/AAAAAAAAB_I/e_P74R8jf2A/s1600-h/IMG_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257588623655650626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SPa0_1AhRUI/AAAAAAAAB_I/e_P74R8jf2A/s320/IMG_0355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SPa0s-UomdI/AAAAAAAAB-4/gizFm5lebYQ/s1600-h/IMG_0353.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Our good friends Alfred and Sherry were married this past weekend at St. John the Baptist Church in Costa Mesa, and had their wedding reception at Wyndham Hotel. I love weddings.....especially the ones with wonderful and romantic love stories behind them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding theme was green and red. They had red roses everywhere (which I loved). The bride was stunning and was walked down the aisle by her two brothers. Alfred and Sherry has been together exactly 11 years! Can you believe that 11 years? They met at Chuck E' Cheese when they were teens, and 11 years later he proposed at Chuck E' Cheese! Cute huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding reception was very elegant. They used the DJ we used for our wedding two years ago, who was also the same DJ my sister used, and the same DJ my friend Megan used. He's good, and highly recommended. I think the DJ sets the mood for the reception - so it is extremely important to have a good one. As usual, DJ Shane did not disappoint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Midway through the reception, DJ Shane announced that the bride and groom were set for their first dance....but to the surprise of the bride, Alfred pulled up a chair and serenaded her! He was singing and played the guitar! How cute was that! I think every girl there was envious of the lucky bride, at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Sherry and Alfred. We wish you a love that grows deeper each and every day. Welcome to the club!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-569021417631676171?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/569021417631676171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=569021417631676171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/569021417631676171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/569021417631676171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/10/mr-mrs-alfred-and-sherry-valera.html' title='Mr. &amp; Mrs. Alfred and Sherry Valera'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SPa3jtnvCDI/AAAAAAAAB_Q/HPUsZy7FS8E/s72-c/IMG_0353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-8812335012437059815</id><published>2008-09-29T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:07:32.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You can make a difference</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SOGlhkKQplI/AAAAAAAAB94/xp8eY_tOPbA/s1600-h/rescueme_595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251660636551685714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SOGlhkKQplI/AAAAAAAAB94/xp8eY_tOPbA/s200/rescueme_595.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SOGlSZCE4wI/AAAAAAAAB9w/OZKOvKm4FhU/s1600-h/rescueme_874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251660375866532610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SOGlSZCE4wI/AAAAAAAAB9w/OZKOvKm4FhU/s200/rescueme_874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Friends: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are currently far too MANY bichons at all our local shelters -- and the Orange County shelter is just one of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are also being asked to take bichons that owners are surrendering. In fact we had eight (8!) owner surrenders in two days last week. While it is easy to say it is the economy, or a death in the family, divorce or a variety of other reasons, the reality is the same. many sweet, happy, loving and mostly young bichons need homes and a chance at life. Attached are the photos of some of the little ones we WANT TO SAVE. To help them, we need YOUR help. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you can look into their eyes and find a place in your heart, please let us know.Once they are in loving foster homes we know we can find forever families. The Orange shelter has seven fur kids in ages ranging from 6 months to 6 years available in the next several days.Can you help us save them? Is there a friend or family member, a neighbor or colleague who may want to help?We need fosters desperately! The average time frame for fostering is about two weeks and all expenses are paid. Can you help? If you can, you WILL be making a difference -- and we will be able to save another life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please think about the little ones that make you happy and bring joy to your lives – and help us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bichonfurkids.org/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;www.bichonfurkids.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Making a Difference in a Dog's Life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-8812335012437059815?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/8812335012437059815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=8812335012437059815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/8812335012437059815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/8812335012437059815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/09/you-can-make-difference.html' title='You can make a difference'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SOGlhkKQplI/AAAAAAAAB94/xp8eY_tOPbA/s72-c/rescueme_595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-4948658075870601521</id><published>2008-09-20T20:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T11:48:35.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lobster Fest Goodness at Ports O' Call in San Pedro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SN_Oro5eAEI/AAAAAAAAB64/DJzdNYvUQ70/s1600-h/JessLobster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251142939645444162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SN_Oro5eAEI/AAAAAAAAB64/DJzdNYvUQ70/s320/JessLobster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SN_Ori7ifRI/AAAAAAAAB7A/JywQbu4SPZw/s1600-h/NorminLobster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251142938043514130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SN_Ori7ifRI/AAAAAAAAB7A/JywQbu4SPZw/s320/NorminLobster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SN_Or1UvtfI/AAAAAAAAB7I/ohIc2UFd0Fc/s1600-h/LobsterPic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251142942981076466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SN_Or1UvtfI/AAAAAAAAB7I/ohIc2UFd0Fc/s320/LobsterPic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SN_OsK0T4AI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/W6UeEENzVsM/s1600-h/Tickets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251142948750614530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SN_OsK0T4AI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/W6UeEENzVsM/s320/Tickets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, I am not going to lie. Ever since my cousin Annalyn told me that they have Lobster Festivals at San Pedro every year - I kept a mental note of it, and specifically "googled it" and "calendared it" this year to make sure that I don't miss it. The event has been on my radar for awhile, and sure enough, as the date approaches - I was giddy about it. I mean, come on, it's the Lobster Festival!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hardly eat (if at all) beef or pork - and my diet consists pretty much of seafood, chicken and vegetables. I particularly am fond of seafood especially shrimp, scallops, and lobster. My ears perk up, when you mention the words shrimp, scallop or lobster. I am weird like that - I know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year's Lobster Fest was held at Ports O'Call in San Pedro, September 19, 20 &amp;amp; 21. I was a little nervous knowing that my last lobster meal in May ended up in a 3 AM emergency room trip. I was wondering if my gallstones were going to be able to handle all that butter....but that was not going to stop me, and so we drove out to San Pedro, and headed out to the Lobster Festival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went at about 1 PM, and it was not as crowded yet. We walked around for a bit, then went straight to the lobster line in the back. We thought it was a long line, but it only took about 8 minutes. They were pretty efficient and well-organized. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festival is sponsored by local businesses and civic leaders. They have a lot of booths with local vendors (selling key chains, winery trips, arts and craft, etc). They have a magician, a pirate show, and live entertainment out in the lawn (which hubby and I enjoyed), plus a bunch of kid friendly carnival rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lobster was yummy - the meal was $17 for one lobster (about 1 pound and a half) and it came with bread, butter, and coleslaw. My hubby said it was not enough to fill a person - but it was just perfect for me. Some people bought two lobsters (for $32) but I could NOT have handled that. One buttery lobster was perfectly okay with one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walked out of the festival, I lined up for some caramel kettle popcorn - and I was good to go - I was a happy girl. Until next year, lobster fest!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-4948658075870601521?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/4948658075870601521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=4948658075870601521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/4948658075870601521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/4948658075870601521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/09/lobster-fest-goodness-at-ports-o-call.html' title='Lobster Fest Goodness at Ports O&apos; Call in San Pedro'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SN_Oro5eAEI/AAAAAAAAB64/DJzdNYvUQ70/s72-c/JessLobster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-7965848774647475413</id><published>2008-09-20T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T20:52:30.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BCD Tofu House at Garden Grove</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SNXE3Hgz47I/AAAAAAAAB4U/CAs1H1F4RmM/s1600-h/IMG_0339%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248317391958696882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SNXE3Hgz47I/AAAAAAAAB4U/CAs1H1F4RmM/s200/IMG_0339%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SNXEascjuCI/AAAAAAAAB4M/5YGFUWBTai0/s1600-h/IMG_0338%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248316903656765474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="200" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SNXEascjuCI/AAAAAAAAB4M/5YGFUWBTai0/s200/IMG_0338%5B1%5D" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SNXCB09EhDI/AAAAAAAAB28/0CB8HUYRCas/s1600-h/IMG_0335%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248314277420631090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" height="150" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SNXCB09EhDI/AAAAAAAAB28/0CB8HUYRCas/s200/IMG_0335%5B1%5D" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SNW9_pa7RII/AAAAAAAAB20/qHz_Fn0zai0/s1600-h/IMG_0339%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a craving for hot tofu soup Friday night. Hot tofu is a dish that my husband is not really fond of. He has never been satisfied on any of our other previous hot tofu runs - and so I was a bit hesitant when I told him, I was craving hot tofu. I knew it was more "my thing" than his - but of course, I told him, and we went (Thanks, hubby!) . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a BCD Tofu House about 10 minutes from our house, at the next city over (Garden Grove). BCD Tofu House is a Korean-restaurant chain that serves hot tofu soup, Kalbi, etc. Hot tofu soup is a stew with tofu (you can get it vegetarian or with meat). It comes with a side of little dishes like kimchi, mini pancake, seasoned bean sprouts, fish, and some others dishes unknown to me (which I still ate regardless). They give you a raw egg, which you crack into the boiling tofu pot to cook just before you eat it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I enjoyed myself - the service was just okay (they never filled my glass with water), but the food was satisfactory - it did the job of satisfying my tofu craving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-7965848774647475413?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/7965848774647475413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=7965848774647475413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/7965848774647475413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/7965848774647475413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/09/bcd-tofu-house-at-garden-grove.html' title='BCD Tofu House at Garden Grove'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SNXE3Hgz47I/AAAAAAAAB4U/CAs1H1F4RmM/s72-c/IMG_0339%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-4403341740983892985</id><published>2008-09-07T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T21:26:42.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice to see you, Mac!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SMQdeFR6XrI/AAAAAAAAB0s/pe74PPfwO4c/s1600-h/IMG_0292.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243348268816686770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SMQdeFR6XrI/AAAAAAAAB0s/pe74PPfwO4c/s200/IMG_0292.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SMQdWZrQvhI/AAAAAAAAB0k/rdSoOq0XtPI/s1600-h/IMG_0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243348136852766226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SMQdWZrQvhI/AAAAAAAAB0k/rdSoOq0XtPI/s200/IMG_0295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SMQcubAySfI/AAAAAAAABz8/kxzQeZDvcoE/s1600-h/IMG_0288.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243347450016713202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SMQcubAySfI/AAAAAAAABz8/kxzQeZDvcoE/s200/IMG_0288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SMQcoELgyQI/AAAAAAAABz0/cBKVXplNYe8/s1600-h/IMG_0285.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243347340808472834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SMQcoELgyQI/AAAAAAAABz0/cBKVXplNYe8/s200/IMG_0285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so tired on Sunday morning - having had a full day on Saturday, starting from lunch with Terry (a former co-worker from Santa Clara) at Soup Plantation @12 PM; a BBQ at hubby's brother's house @ Northridge for his gf's bday @4 PM, and a bday party at Spike's bar @ 8 PM in Rosemead for my dear Angelica's bday. It was fun - but I felt like that bunny on the energizer commercial. I had to change outfits in the car, to go from one party to the other!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was no way anyone could have pushed me out of bed Sunday morning - unless it was for something or someone really special. Well - someone very special called. My brother, who is back packing from Hawaii, to LAX, to Texas, then to Portugal and Morocco - called at around 5:30 AM so that we could meet for breakfast during his 5 hour stop over at LAX. I was sleepy but I forced myself out of bed (after snoozing my alarm clock about half a dozen times), and drove out to pick him up. It was so nice to see him. I rarely get a chance to see him - he grew his hair out. He is so lean, and was sporting two new tattoos (which he proudly showed). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Coffee and Co. @ La Tijera and Sepulveda - just a few miles from the airport. My sister, Peter and Aiden came to meet us as well - to say hello to Mac. We had a big breakfast. Mac and I both had French Toasts, Eggs, and Turkey Sausage. My sis had a Spinach Omelette and Peter had a breakfast burrito. No wonder the place was packed - the food was oh so yummy. Much better than your bigger chain breakfast places. I just totally enjoy hole-in-the-wall, mom- and-pop type of eatery places - and this was a gem of a find! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, Mac wasn't going to meet us empty handed (even though I told him not to buy us anything). He gave out cookies, coffee, and some wasabi chips, among others). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was nice to see you, Mac! Have fun at Portugal and Morocco - enjoy your three week trip! Send me pictures. Please be careful and take care of yourself. Have a great and grand adventure (once again!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-4403341740983892985?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/4403341740983892985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=4403341740983892985' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/4403341740983892985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/4403341740983892985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/09/nice-to-see-you-mac.html' title='Nice to see you, Mac!'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SMQdeFR6XrI/AAAAAAAAB0s/pe74PPfwO4c/s72-c/IMG_0292.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-867585621419379770</id><published>2008-09-07T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T11:06:16.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night @ Joe's Sushi - La Mirada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SMQX4un6eXI/AAAAAAAABzs/2VcsEw-kmdw/s1600-h/IMG_0269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243342129521654130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SMQX4un6eXI/AAAAAAAABzs/2VcsEw-kmdw/s200/IMG_0269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SMQXM1YNVPI/AAAAAAAABzk/emo8I1G3xwk/s1600-h/IMG_0275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243341375420585202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SMQXM1YNVPI/AAAAAAAABzk/emo8I1G3xwk/s200/IMG_0275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SMQXFVwUVcI/AAAAAAAABzc/i2CkLbZF5MI/s1600-h/IMG_0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243341246672688578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SMQXFVwUVcI/AAAAAAAABzc/i2CkLbZF5MI/s200/IMG_0272.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SMQXARP7-II/AAAAAAAABzU/maqTaW50g_U/s1600-h/IMG_0266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243341159563786370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SMQXARP7-II/AAAAAAAABzU/maqTaW50g_U/s200/IMG_0266.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hubby and I were so tired after getting off from work Friday night. I came home late from work, after a stop over at the store to look for a present for my friend, Angelica's bday. Hubby came home tired from work. He has been working a lot of hours, and has been quite stressed from a few complex engineering projects he has been assigned to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were tired and could have just stayed home, but we don't stay home on Friday nights!!! We picked up our hungry selves (well, me more than him), and headed out the door to get some sushi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to this sushi place in La Mirada (there is one in Cerritos too but La Mirada is closer to home) called "Joe's Sushi." They received 4 1/2 stars (out of 5) at Yelp. You can order off the menu, or have all you can eat sushi - and of course, being the fatso that I am decided on the "all you can eat special."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking in, we were greated with random shouting (it's their way of saying hi). The place was very lively, very young and hip, and I had a great time. We had about six sushi roll dishes - and although it was eat all you can - I was pretty much full to the brim, on sushi #6 and happily decided to stop eating. We had sushi rolls like "shrimp lover", "viva lake", "spider roll", and "lobster roll". Each one was yummy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lady sitting next to our table was celebrating her bday. The owner set her aside, gave her a cake, everyone sang happy bday. It was cute. He jokingly asked her for a lap dance, and she half-drunkenly obliged for a minute! Her table got free beers!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sooo full! I'll be back, and maybe bring family, or friends - sometime soon. Great friday night. Thanks, hubby! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-867585621419379770?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/867585621419379770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=867585621419379770' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/867585621419379770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/867585621419379770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/09/date-night-joes-sushi-la-mirada.html' title='Date Night @ Joe&apos;s Sushi - La Mirada'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SMQX4un6eXI/AAAAAAAABzs/2VcsEw-kmdw/s72-c/IMG_0269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-7862934761838973190</id><published>2008-09-01T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:45:36.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day Weekend Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SL35_nck6CI/AAAAAAAABx0/AaLjJmsOECA/s1600-h/IMG_0199.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241620412645042210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SL35_nck6CI/AAAAAAAABx0/AaLjJmsOECA/s200/IMG_0199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SL34i_3MS_I/AAAAAAAABxs/Wl06k5tkpoE/s1600-h/IMG_0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241618821471292402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SL34i_3MS_I/AAAAAAAABxs/Wl06k5tkpoE/s200/IMG_0201.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SLzhnVYvzvI/AAAAAAAABxc/WwN0qYupR_g/s1600-h/IMG_0198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241312132224503538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SLzhnVYvzvI/AAAAAAAABxc/WwN0qYupR_g/s200/IMG_0198.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SLzhnYZC-HI/AAAAAAAABxk/NhcM53ps5aY/s1600-h/IMG_0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241312133031065714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SLzhnYZC-HI/AAAAAAAABxk/NhcM53ps5aY/s200/IMG_0196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The long weekend has been relaxing. On Saturday, we went to a 2nd Birthday Party for my co-worker's kid named Bajia (it was an Arabian nights themed party). Very Cute. Then we went to MHB's BBQ party at Los Nietos - he is one of the Partners at my firm. Beautiful house - great pool, excellent view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, we had brunch at TAPS Fish House and Brewery. It was reviewed very well at Yelp. However, hubby and I have been to a lot of Sunday brunches, and this one was just okay - good, but not spectacular. It was $32 per adult - they had a lot of seafood - oysters in particular, but I am not really a fan of oysters - so I guess I did not enjoy the experience as much as others did. The dessert selection was not a lot but what they did have was excellent. The tiramisu was homemade, not too sweet - but one of the best I have ever had (and I've had a lot!). It would have been nice to see more selection on the hot food section. Our waitress was very nice, very knowledgeable, and pleasant. Sushi was good - real crab meat (which is a plus - others use imitation crab). They had a create your own pasta station - which was just okay I think - nothing I or hubby couldn't cook up at home. The afternoon was spent at Old Towne Orange's International Festival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Labor day was spent at Salt Creek Beach at Dana Point. I can't believe I have never been here before. I am so glad we ended up going here. The beach sits at the bottom of a park like location, surrounded by the Ritz Carlton Hotel and St. Regis. We hiked up and up the walking trail with Rascal and Teddy. I am coming back here next time, with a blanket, a book and a bag of chips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-7862934761838973190?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/7862934761838973190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=7862934761838973190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/7862934761838973190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/7862934761838973190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/09/labor-day-weekend-fun.html' title='Labor Day Weekend Fun'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SL35_nck6CI/AAAAAAAABx0/AaLjJmsOECA/s72-c/IMG_0199.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-31655152810119982</id><published>2008-08-24T22:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:38:04.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1 Month Aiden - Auntie Loves You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SLJEAzScHGI/AAAAAAAABr4/zZZKpvzSkSI/s1600-h/IMG_0318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SLJEAzScHGI/AAAAAAAABr4/zZZKpvzSkSI/s200/IMG_0318.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238324097143544930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SLJEBKrm4cI/AAAAAAAABsA/rIubnipYw2s/s1600-h/IMG_0344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SLJEBKrm4cI/AAAAAAAABsA/rIubnipYw2s/s200/IMG_0344.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238324103423123906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SLJEBTBqVEI/AAAAAAAABsI/dJGbMAEcVGo/s1600-h/07-23-2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SLJEBTBqVEI/AAAAAAAABsI/dJGbMAEcVGo/s200/07-23-2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238324105663108162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite and one and only nephew turned 1 month old yesterday! Over the weekend, we celebrated this mini milestone in his life, by going to my sister's house for a BBQ. Aiden has gotten so big, he remains absolutely adorable. I am a bit disappointed because he was asleep the whole time that I was there to visit him. I guess, all babies are like that - they just like to sleep all the way through. I didn't get a chance to play with him though - I'll have to visit him some other time for play time. Happy 1 month old, my dear Aiden! Thank you for making our world, a happier place to be. Muah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-31655152810119982?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/31655152810119982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=31655152810119982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/31655152810119982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/31655152810119982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/08/happy-1-month-aiden-auntie-loves-you.html' title='Happy 1 Month Aiden - Auntie Loves You'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SLJEAzScHGI/AAAAAAAABr4/zZZKpvzSkSI/s72-c/IMG_0318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-5259672662004363580</id><published>2008-08-24T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:21:16.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paris in a Cup - Girls Day Out in Celebration of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SLI_Rw0NiXI/AAAAAAAABrI/DUOudkBUL3E/s1600-h/IMG_0332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SLI_Rw0NiXI/AAAAAAAABrI/DUOudkBUL3E/s320/IMG_0332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238318890979527026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SLI_MNWYfaI/AAAAAAAABrA/FxIJHs3egCY/s1600-h/IMG_0325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SLI_MNWYfaI/AAAAAAAABrA/FxIJHs3egCY/s200/IMG_0325.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238318795559828898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SLI_EqUVUeI/AAAAAAAABq4/ZltiZbU5yso/s1600-h/IMG_0324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SLI_EqUVUeI/AAAAAAAABq4/ZltiZbU5yso/s200/IMG_0324.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238318665896907234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SLI-8Zhw9XI/AAAAAAAABqo/kSkyw9F3Upg/s1600-h/exterior_2958.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SLI-8Zhw9XI/AAAAAAAABqo/kSkyw9F3Upg/s320/exterior_2958.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238318523950888306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SLI--Zj6BxI/AAAAAAAABqw/1MvMtiuhy6M/s1600-h/yhst-75600555593933_2013_219522.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SLI--Zj6BxI/AAAAAAAABqw/1MvMtiuhy6M/s320/yhst-75600555593933_2013_219522.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238318558319609618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My good friend is getting married in Hawaii this Labor Day weekend. In celebration of her upcoming wedding and birthday, the girls and I took her to this cute little tea salon at Old Town Orange this weekend. The girls and I had a wonderful time. The place was absolutely feminine - it had fun and delicate little tea cups, chandeliers, cute paintings - I was delighted. It was a great find. &lt;br /&gt;We all had a good time. It was nice to see my friend before she heads out to Maui to get hitched. I have known this girl forever - she and I have been through many of the best times of my life. Immediately after college - we used to hang out almost every Friday night - and drove everywhere to go dancing, meet people, have fun, and just live and experience life. She has come a long way, from that shy girl I met awhile back. I am very proud of her, and extremely happy that she has found a man who loves and adores her. I wish them both a very happy life together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-5259672662004363580?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/5259672662004363580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=5259672662004363580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/5259672662004363580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/5259672662004363580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/08/paris-in-cup-girls-day-out-in.html' title='Paris in a Cup - Girls Day Out in Celebration of Love'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SLI_Rw0NiXI/AAAAAAAABrI/DUOudkBUL3E/s72-c/IMG_0332.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-1266510430718593895</id><published>2008-08-16T20:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T21:43:43.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Sesame @ 2nd St., at Belmont Shore, LB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SKen60mcAeI/AAAAAAAABkM/LwrMc5PvuOY/s1600-h/IMG_0164%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SKen60mcAeI/AAAAAAAABkM/LwrMc5PvuOY/s320/IMG_0164%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235337720835604962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SKen7cZ1PcI/AAAAAAAABkU/zDmceu7swSE/s1600-h/IMG_0165%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SKen7cZ1PcI/AAAAAAAABkU/zDmceu7swSE/s320/IMG_0165%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235337731520150978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekdays has been so long and boring. The days are spent at work, or driving to work, going home from work, eating healthy, going to the gym and doing housechores. All throughout the week - all I can think about is the weekend - where we can go, what I can eat, and what fun things we can do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the date night continues this weekend. Hubby and I walked around 2nd Street in LB at night. It was nice out. It was a good time as any for a walk. We casually walked up and down the street looking at rows and rows of different restaurants. We finally came across this place with a long line of people waiting to be seated - and so of course, I told hubby, "I wanna eat here" as he kindly asked the beautiful waitress how long the wait was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was called "Open Sesame" - It is a Lebanese restaurant. I have never eaten here before. It was small, very crowded, but the food was good. I had the Chicken Shawarma, which included hummus and salad. Hubby had a special entree that had skewers of chicken and beef kabob. The hummus was good - it was fresh and moist. My green iced tea was delicious. My chicken was yummy. I was a happy girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night would have been perfect - but for my hubby, spilling the glass of water on our table, as we stood up to leave - and grabbed the attention of everyone sitting around us. We caused chaos in such a tight space. It's okay...he's a little clumsy like me, but I still love him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-1266510430718593895?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/1266510430718593895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=1266510430718593895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/1266510430718593895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/1266510430718593895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/08/open-sesame-2nd-st-at-belmont-shore-lb.html' title='Open Sesame @ 2nd St., at Belmont Shore, LB'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SKen60mcAeI/AAAAAAAABkM/LwrMc5PvuOY/s72-c/IMG_0164%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-7918232759680407845</id><published>2008-08-09T09:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:46:05.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Date Nights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SJ3JxuZ23eI/AAAAAAAABjc/Yt30oOpCXuo/s1600-h/IMG_0147%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SJ3JxuZ23eI/AAAAAAAABjc/Yt30oOpCXuo/s200/IMG_0147%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232560198181641698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SJ3JogMoOEI/AAAAAAAABjU/tn6bUc99czo/s1600-h/IMG_0145%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SJ3JogMoOEI/AAAAAAAABjU/tn6bUc99czo/s200/IMG_0145%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232560039749236802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SJ3Je6vZkBI/AAAAAAAABjM/su8RZUieOfM/s1600-h/IMG_0140%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SJ3Je6vZkBI/AAAAAAAABjM/su8RZUieOfM/s200/IMG_0140%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232559875075706898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SJ3JTtk_7hI/AAAAAAAABjE/zAWPEgA1D8k/s1600-h/IMG_0137%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SJ3JTtk_7hI/AAAAAAAABjE/zAWPEgA1D8k/s200/IMG_0137%5B1%5D" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232559682563862034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other half and I have, for the most part, designated Friday nights as "date nights." Even when my schedule was tight because of school and work - I have always tried to keep Friday nights for us. On Friday nights, we go out on a date. We do things that are just for us - romantic things - dinner, movie, ice cream, walking around with no destination in mind. It's fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we went to this Japanese restaurant called "Kappo Honda" in Fountain Valley. It is like a tapas restaurant. It is small and quaint. The restaurant serves small portions and you're supposed to order a different variety of items to share (and we did - even though it is just the two of us - we like food!). They have a cute Japanese décor, and it seems to be quite popular based on the constant line of people waiting to be seated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The food was good, we were full - hubby loved the steak he ordered. "well-seasoned" he said. Until next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-7918232759680407845?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/7918232759680407845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=7918232759680407845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/7918232759680407845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/7918232759680407845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/08/friday-date-nights.html' title='Friday Date Nights'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SJ3JxuZ23eI/AAAAAAAABjc/Yt30oOpCXuo/s72-c/IMG_0147%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-2357109872499146825</id><published>2008-07-31T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:15:17.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heading Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style='text-align:center;margin:0px auto 10px;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SJJVlFBa9LI/AAAAAAAABfo/urfvIoT_Ois/s1600-h/untitled.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SJJVlFBa9LI/AAAAAAAABfo/urfvIoT_Ois/s320/untitled.jpg' border='0' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's that. I wrapped up the last day of the bar exam today.  I have been in NJ for five days now and I am sooo homesick. I hate hotels. I miss my foam bed and my own sheets. I miss my Teddy and Rascal. I miss my husband. I miss Aiden (my sis sent the picture posted above - it totally made my day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go home. It is raining here but it is hot and sticky. Everyone smokes. I can't wait until tomorrow. I feel like I can sleep for days - I probably could. My body and head are tired. I haven't had much sleep since I got here. I am awake all freaking night. I lay in bed and try to sleep but I simply can't. I need a massage (ehem, honey).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was it? Better than the first time, I think. I did okay for the most part of it - but you never know with these things. I am going to just wait and see (and pray). I will let you know in mid-November. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's the ranting - I only had an hour's worth of sleep today, so if this does not make sense - oh well - I just took the bar exam - so please forgive me.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-2357109872499146825?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/2357109872499146825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=2357109872499146825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/2357109872499146825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/2357109872499146825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/07/heading-home.html' title='Heading Home...'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SJJVlFBa9LI/AAAAAAAABfo/urfvIoT_Ois/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-513441036872120465</id><published>2008-07-25T21:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:46:19.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My trip to NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SIqv1I5gQiI/AAAAAAAABfg/5HKTzU2SBZU/s1600-h/74153795_efb8f5dea1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SIqv1I5gQiI/AAAAAAAABfg/5HKTzU2SBZU/s400/74153795_efb8f5dea1_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227183644973482530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am headed out to NYC tomorrow. Am I nervous? Yeah. Do I look calm? Yeah. The whole process of reviewing again for my second exam attempt has been so different than the first time. The enthusiasm has died. I am no longer that giddy law school graduate so full of hope, and excitement ready to tackle the bar exam - with all my might while holding hands with fellow bar takers, who are just as scared as I am yet as enthusiastic, if not more enthuasiastic than me. This time, it is a little bit darker, a little bit more personal, it is a little bit more subdued, a little bit more secluded - you feel a little bit more alone. This time, you don't want to talk too much about it nor talk about it at all - your progress, your plans, your difficulties - because you've already said everything that needs to be said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking about my trip briefly with the folks the other day. It is sad because I can see and feel the hesitation in my father's eyes. It appears he has lost his enthusiasm too. He, who has always believed in me, does not have that same "you can do it" cheerleader type of attitude - that he did have the first time around. And I get it and I understand it - because what if I am not able to do it. Then what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was driving today, it dawned on me that people probably think that this is simply just an exam. A test - like any other test that you take in your academic life. However for me - it is more than that. It means more to me than merely just a rite of passage in order to get a license to practice law. It means more to me, than the prospect of a career advancement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have invested time - years and years, hours and hours of time, in order to get to where I am now. I sacrificed time. You cannot pay me back nor give me back the time that I have lost. I gave up many many chances to be a better friend, to be a mother, to be a better wife, a better daughter, a better sister - just a better someone - and skipped life experiences that could have made me a happier and a more fulfilled person. If I missed out on all of that - and now I am here - Would it have been worth it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-513441036872120465?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/513441036872120465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=513441036872120465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/513441036872120465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/513441036872120465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/07/my-trip-to-nyc.html' title='My trip to NYC'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SIqv1I5gQiI/AAAAAAAABfg/5HKTzU2SBZU/s72-c/74153795_efb8f5dea1_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-8581314395737378917</id><published>2008-07-23T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T22:35:45.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A boy came into my life today...and I love him!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SIgT2RAcnbI/AAAAAAAABfE/edt2E1x-j_E/s1600-h/IMG_0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226449190562602418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SIgT2RAcnbI/AAAAAAAABfE/edt2E1x-j_E/s400/IMG_0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today at 11 AM - I received a call from my mom that my sister is in the hospital - and was about to have a baby. I was extremely relieved because I have been praying that she gives birth a week prior to, or a week after my bar exam - so that I am here in CA and able to visit her, give moral support, and witness the birth of my first and only nephew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I immediately got dressed, did a few practice exams, and headed out to Hoag Hospital at Newport Beach, which was only half hour away from my house. I have been calling and/or texting her all week - asking her if she has given birth yet. I was so excited driving down to the hospital and can't hardly wait to see this little boy - who obviously will become a major, and important part of my life. I got there at around 2 - we patiently sat at the lobby, drank starbucks, and I got my books out to review - so as not to waste any precious time as my exam day is fast approaching. At approximately 5:15 pm - my little sister rushes out the hallway and shouts "he's crying, he's crying!" as we all stood up in glee - eagerly anticipating the arrival of this little prince.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We waited awhile and finally was about to meet him about half hour after he was born. He is so handsome - and I am not saying that just because he is my nephew. He really is a beautiful boy. He weighed in at 8 pounds, 7 ounces, and was 20 1/2 inches long. He has a full set of hair, and chubby chubby cheeks. He looks like his mom - he really does. He is pale, he has big feet and big hands for a baby boy. He keeps sneezing a lot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so proud of my sister. I don't know how that big of a baby can come out of her - they didn't have to do a caesarian operation on her - but they did have to suction the baby's head out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am just so in love with this little boy - and I've only met him just a few hours ago. It's weird - how you immediately just love someone just by virtue of holding him. I definitely am the proud auntie. I can't wait to borrow him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am looking forward to years and years of happiness, joy, and pure love - watching him grow. I am so excited!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome to the world - little prince.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-8581314395737378917?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/8581314395737378917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=8581314395737378917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/8581314395737378917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/8581314395737378917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/07/new-person-to-love-came-into-my-life.html' title='A boy came into my life today...and I love him!'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SIgT2RAcnbI/AAAAAAAABfE/edt2E1x-j_E/s72-c/IMG_0071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-1510800284428192975</id><published>2008-07-18T02:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T02:25:02.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My iPhone is broken....!</title><content type='html'>My iPhone is broken!!! It took my mutant power 6 days to destroy the phone. I was playing around with it tonight in between study breaks, and the stupid piece of equipment just stopped working. What the ??? My touch screen does not work. Just when I was starting to enjoy it - it breaks on me. I hope that is not any indication of my upcoming luck at all.  I am going to have hubby return it tomorrow - ahhh! He's going to have so much fun torturing me on how I destroy anything electronic - just when I was trying to prove him wrong.  I can just hear our conversation now - the same conversation we always have when I break something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Honey, my phone is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hubby:&lt;/strong&gt; What? What did you break this time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I said my phone is broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hubby:&lt;/strong&gt; Again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't break it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hubby:&lt;/strong&gt; Of course, you didn't, baby. It breaks by itself.  Stupid microchip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Can you fix it? Just fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hubby:&lt;/strong&gt;  Your power is amazing! I've never seen a phone do that before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hubby:&lt;/strong&gt; That's funny. I should put that on you tube. Let me see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Here. Just fix it. Thanks. Stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me walking away all annoyed. Stupid phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-1510800284428192975?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/1510800284428192975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=1510800284428192975' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/1510800284428192975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/1510800284428192975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/07/my-iphone-is-broken.html' title='My iPhone is broken....!'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-3631236585715230243</id><published>2008-07-12T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T21:43:56.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess what Mr. &amp; Mrs. got today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SHmDQeJMtkI/AAAAAAAABZ0/gMsu6PbdzjY/s1600-h/IMG_0297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222349561905591874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SHmDQeJMtkI/AAAAAAAABZ0/gMsu6PbdzjY/s320/IMG_0297.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SHmC8xfMvVI/AAAAAAAABZs/lEkeHqIg2Cc/s1600-h/IMG_0293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222349223500758354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SHmC8xfMvVI/AAAAAAAABZs/lEkeHqIg2Cc/s320/IMG_0293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now let's just hope my "mutant power" (yeah that's what my husband calls my inexplicable extraordinary ability to break anything electronic) does not destroy this wonderful and beautiful electronic device in a matter of months...or days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This thing took us 6 1/2 hours to get. Yes - I wasted that much time for this little thing. I almost regretted going - but I promised hubby I would go. He was really excited about this phone, and I was excited for him. I am proud of me though, because I had my flashcards, and earplugs and books - and I sat on the floor for over 6 hours as we inched our way onto the front of the store, and studied my little (okay big) butt off. So yes, I was productive, even when I was at the mall. However, I did take a break out of the line, on the third hour, and while stretching my legs out, I accidentally bought baby clothes for Aiden at Macy's (I couldn't help it - baby clothes are way too cute to pass up). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe that even with the current slow down in the economy - there were literally hundreds of people in line just at Brea mall alone - practically begging to shell out money to buy this phone (a 7 year old kid was in front of me - who was there with his mom - and yes, he too was getting an iPhone, along with his parents and siblings). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, I just need to find the time to actually figure out how this phone actually works. I know it can call out and in - and that's all I know and need to know for now. &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/646725234973642684-3631236585715230243?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/3631236585715230243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=3631236585715230243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/3631236585715230243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/3631236585715230243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/07/guess-what-hubby-got-me-today.html' title='Guess what Mr. &amp; Mrs. got today'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SHmDQeJMtkI/AAAAAAAABZ0/gMsu6PbdzjY/s72-c/IMG_0297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-8998727331130827386</id><published>2008-07-04T16:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T16:34:26.487-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhh....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SG6yLpRSzBI/AAAAAAAABVY/KgA_WzwirXc/s1600-h/2086295331_feb45f6be2_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219304931295677458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SG6yLpRSzBI/AAAAAAAABVY/KgA_WzwirXc/s400/2086295331_feb45f6be2_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I lay awake at night&lt;br /&gt;forming a story&lt;br /&gt;of how tomorrow should be&lt;br /&gt;fearing that it will not&lt;br /&gt;scared that it will not&lt;br /&gt;wondering that it will not&lt;br /&gt;shhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SG6yH-BZ2QI/AAAAAAAABVQ/RRBjbHRdCgQ/s1600-h/2086295331_feb45f6be2_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-8998727331130827386?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/8998727331130827386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=8998727331130827386' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/8998727331130827386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/8998727331130827386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/07/shhhh.html' title='Shhhh....'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SG6yLpRSzBI/AAAAAAAABVY/KgA_WzwirXc/s72-c/2086295331_feb45f6be2_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-8723072069989375359</id><published>2008-06-29T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T00:14:47.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The extravaganza of it all....the wedding of the year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SHHCIlumMgI/AAAAAAAABXs/TNxBzbnT0n4/s1600-h/IMG_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220166895921410562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SHHCIlumMgI/AAAAAAAABXs/TNxBzbnT0n4/s320/IMG_0279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SHHB9X1tuGI/AAAAAAAABXk/7Yt-A2Wa25s/s1600-h/2625542554_9f47e4becd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220166703214606434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SHHB9X1tuGI/AAAAAAAABXk/7Yt-A2Wa25s/s320/2625542554_9f47e4becd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SHHA6VaVhSI/AAAAAAAABXc/kgIeYTXmH_8/s1600-h/2625543660_a0dfef4e73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220165551511668002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SHHA6VaVhSI/AAAAAAAABXc/kgIeYTXmH_8/s320/2625543660_a0dfef4e73.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SHHAYX3YoMI/AAAAAAAABXQ/dWCOfNNS74I/s1600-h/IMG_0280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220164968054825154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SHHAYX3YoMI/AAAAAAAABXQ/dWCOfNNS74I/s320/IMG_0280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SHG_22NYIJI/AAAAAAAABXI/ZRvQy4nq5HE/s1600-h/IMG_0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220164392084578450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SHG_22NYIJI/AAAAAAAABXI/ZRvQy4nq5HE/s320/IMG_0283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had family over the weekend, and we all went to a cousin's wedding at the Hyatt Huntington Beach. It was a muslim and a catholic wedding - we were strictly instructed that it was a black tie affair - hence all the ladies were in evening gowns and the men in tuxes and suits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I deliberately missed the two ceremonies (Catholic and Muslim) because who are we kidding, I do not have 6 hours to sit down and attend two wedding ceremonies - no matter how regal, fancy, elaborate and wonderful it is - honey, I just do not have the time. I heard it was quite a production...well that is always the case with many relatives of mine. Everything is a production...right down to the hair clip that sits on the top of your head (or in this case the peacock feather). It was well circulated that the wedding costs them $200 a head, that the bride was wearing a $5,000 dress, that it costs $350 to book at room at the Hyatt and that the parents of the groom have a mansion of a house. Damn, these people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah, and that every aunt of mine now has had some form of cosmetic surgery - nose, tummy tuck, boobs - you name it. Nice, I thought - so I guess my vain mentality was inherited after all. Great. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bride had a beautiful mermaid gown. However, she had feathers on her head. She had a peacocks tail feathers on the head? Why? Fashionable yes - but timeless, I highly doubt that. I will admit though that despite the peacock feathers on her head - she looked beautiful. Definitely unique -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left at 11 - because the Afghan music was splitting my pea brain in numerous little pieces. It was nice to get dressed, go out, have dinner and mingle with family for a few hours, before going back to this dark hole of a place, I call - the bar dungeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And oh yeah - while looking at the wedding photos and at my female relatives and many wedding guests who appeared to had just came from their visit to cosmetic surgeons - and were looking all skinny, with high noses and big boobs -I realized that I am getting chubby and need to diet - need to lose 15 pounds by the end of the month. I hate being chubby - Although I love my bubble butt - I don't like all that weight on my arms and face. Crap - dieting - one more thing I must add on my too long of a to-do list. Maybe I can have a surgeon suck out all the fat....hah! j/k&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-8723072069989375359?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/8723072069989375359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=8723072069989375359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/8723072069989375359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/8723072069989375359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/06/extravaganza-of-it-allthe-wedding-of.html' title='The extravaganza of it all....the wedding of the year?'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SHHCIlumMgI/AAAAAAAABXs/TNxBzbnT0n4/s72-c/IMG_0279.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-7800421396593267129</id><published>2008-06-14T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T23:28:55.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shower in anticipation of Baby Aiden Jeremiah Catoera Mesa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SFS3dgzZdBI/AAAAAAAABOw/OQfsh4kWxOk/s1600-h/IMG_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211992386424108050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SFS3dgzZdBI/AAAAAAAABOw/OQfsh4kWxOk/s200/IMG_0258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SFS28VhS7JI/AAAAAAAABOI/jmx-l_ZD0-Q/s1600-h/IMG_0239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211991816459709586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SFS28VhS7JI/AAAAAAAABOI/jmx-l_ZD0-Q/s200/IMG_0239.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SFS28lzWVWI/AAAAAAAABOQ/U91dC7phkfE/s1600-h/IMG_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211991820830397794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SFS28lzWVWI/AAAAAAAABOQ/U91dC7phkfE/s200/IMG_0235.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SFS2tDqXfdI/AAAAAAAABOA/DkG6knnTDBE/s1600-h/IMG_0236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211991553967881682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="221" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SFS2tDqXfdI/AAAAAAAABOA/DkG6knnTDBE/s200/IMG_0236.JPG" width="188" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Catoera's and Mesa's got together to shower my sister and Peter a baby shower today, in anticipation of Baby Aiden's arrival. We had a great turn out. It was held at Dolphin Park, over at Carson. We got lots and lots of gifts (I didn't even know how they transported them from the park to the house). Aidan will be very happy. I hope they were able to get what they need for the baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was definitely a hectic day. My weekend has disappeared and I didn't get a lot done studying wise - but it's okay. I will catch up this coming week. There are just some moments in life, that are too important, you simply cannot miss it...no matter what. This is one of them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-7800421396593267129?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/7800421396593267129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=7800421396593267129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/7800421396593267129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/7800421396593267129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/06/shower-in-anticipation-of-baby-aidan.html' title='Shower in anticipation of Baby Aiden Jeremiah Catoera Mesa'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SFS3dgzZdBI/AAAAAAAABOw/OQfsh4kWxOk/s72-c/IMG_0258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-2383748953950010339</id><published>2008-06-01T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T22:27:28.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bar Exam - Round 2</title><content type='html'>Okay, so the studying for the upcoming July bar exam has officially started. I must admit it is quite difficult getting back into the routine of things. It is hard to sit down in front of this computer, and do review for the bar, with a multitude of books on my desk, when it is sunny and bright outside, and there are a million other things I'd rather be doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless, I will go through this, and I will do it right, and I am going to give it my best. Failure is not something I'd like to get accustomed to. I'd like to learn from the previous experience, and move on. It is as simple as that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart aches when I talk to my friend Sherry who passed. She is going to have her oath ceremony soon. She calls...to make sure I am okay, and she gave me her books. She's a sweetheart. My heart aches, not because I didn't want her to pass...but because a part of me wanted to have passed with her. There is nothing I would have wanted more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am pretty ambitious. I am. I want certain things in life. I work hard in order to get to those things I want. They are not material things really....just things, personal things. I want praises. I want recognition. I like being driven. I want to look back at my life someday and know that I worked hard, that made something out of myself, that I didn't let fate or chance control my life...that I was the captain of my ship. It is not so much that I don't value the little things in life, because I do. I recognize balance. However, I want a life that is beyond ordinary. I don't want to wake up twenty years from now, and still be in the same place I always was - stock in a rut - with nowhere to go...regretting the many things I wish I could have done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need progress. I want people to respect me, and be worthy of that respect. I want my family to be proud of me. I want others to be inspired by me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much huh? Well, those are the things that I want....one day at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-2383748953950010339?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/2383748953950010339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=2383748953950010339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/2383748953950010339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/2383748953950010339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/06/bar-exam-round-2.html' title='Bar Exam - Round 2'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-863266398466960085</id><published>2008-05-22T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T14:28:46.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 AM Emergeny Room Trip...I have stones in my gallbladder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SDiIfb9kYkI/AAAAAAAABG0/7kLhDA4TSXw/s1600-h/livergallbladderdisease.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204059443089924674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SDiIfb9kYkI/AAAAAAAABG0/7kLhDA4TSXw/s320/livergallbladderdisease.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SDYm479kYjI/AAAAAAAABGs/qTJXxrxhCTU/s1600-h/1394639748_518c2b32c6.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This sharp pain on my abdomen woke me up today at 4 AM...an hour before my alam clock was supposed to go off and wake me up. I went to the bathroom, and felt this continued severe pain on my stomach. I thought it was menstrual cramp or Toxic Shock Syndrome (TSS). It was so bad that I couldn't even climb back to bed. I laid on the bathroom floor in pain. I started crying, and having cold sweats. My husband woke up and ran to get me Tylenol (which I didnt want to take because I couldn't even sit up). I told him to take me to the Emergency Room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drove me to the Anaheim Medical Hospital which is literally 5 minutes from our house. We couldn't find where you are supposed to park, so we left the car and eventually found the emergency room. There were a bunch of people there. They took in my information (insurance, name, basic questions, temperature etc). I told them I was in a lot of pain (and was crying like a baby!). After taking in our information, they asked us to wait in the lobby and they will call us when a doctor is available. We sat in the lobby, I sat on a wheelchair and was in such severe pain that I was crying in the lobby. I was asking them to at least give me something for the pain while I wait for the freaking doctor. 20 minutes passed and we were still sitting in the lobby. I couldn't take it anymore and I asked my husband to take me to another hospital, with an available doctor. I needed one asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drove me to UCI Medical Center in Orange. Within 5 minutes of arriving at this hospital, I was with an RN and within 10 minutes, I was on a hospital bed (Lesson Learned: Don't go to county hospitals, if you have insurance. They are terrible! You will not get the medical care you deserve and pay for!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the doctors at UCI were great! (That's right...doctors! Not one doctor, but two doctors and a nurse for little old me! At the county hospital, they had one doctor for 20 people in the emergency room).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They immediately gave me an IV to help me with the pain, and within an hour of being there - they were able to perform an ultrasound on my stomach and were able to tell me I have several stones in my gallbladder (with one that was quite large). Yup, as if these past few days were not not bad enough...I dented my car, failed the bar, and now I have stones in my gall bladder. Can a girl get a break?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above shows an infected gallbladder with gall stones. Gross, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, they released me about 7 AM after giving me two bags of pain killers though the IV and prescribed me with 40 tablets of Vicodin. Good thing, the stones did not infect my gallbladder but was informed that these "attacks" could be recurrent, and if infected, could cause serious complications. I need to discuss with my primary physician either how to live with the stones, or if we need to take out my gallbladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home, called in sick and was knocked out for a few hours. Hopefully, I am well enough to go to work tomorrow. I have so much to do, I do not have time to get sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-863266398466960085?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/863266398466960085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=863266398466960085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/863266398466960085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/863266398466960085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/05/4-am-emergeny-room-tripi-have-stones-in.html' title='4 AM Emergeny Room Trip...I have stones in my gallbladder'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SDiIfb9kYkI/AAAAAAAABG0/7kLhDA4TSXw/s72-c/livergallbladderdisease.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-354034927827860179</id><published>2008-05-22T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T18:47:17.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05-21-2008....2 year wedding anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SDYhPL9kYhI/AAAAAAAABGc/Dc0JAJH7TE8/s1600-h/Flemings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203382964265968146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SDYhPL9kYhI/AAAAAAAABGc/Dc0JAJH7TE8/s320/Flemings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So yesterday was my husband and I's two year wedding anniversary. We were trying to figure out what to do...we kinda wanted to do something special such as going to the Sequoia National Park. I've always wanted to go, ever since I saw this National Geographic Special, but due to our work schedule and this bar exam hurdle...we decided to just hold on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dear husband was so sweet and bought me a few little things. We are not buying big gifts because my dog Rascal just caused us over $500 in vet fees for an infection last week and we have to pay for bar review exam fees (again). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyways, he got a Wii-Fit so I can use it and exercise. He also got me a set of lounge pants that I told him I liked and my favorite guilty pleasure - an US celebrity magazine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't even get him anything. I told him he's entitled to 10 love coupons, decide what they are for and cash it in anytime...that made him happy - and thought about the many things he could use the coupons for...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also went to go eat at Flemings Steak House at Newport Beach. The restaurant is highly rated. We got their "memorable meal" special and received 2 6oz. Filet Mignon, 2 Australian Lobster Tails, 2 Chopped Wedge Salads, Fleming's Potatoes, Sugar Snap Peas, 2 Chocolate Mousse, and a glass of wine for me. The food was definitely excellent. My husband said it was the best filet mignon he's ever had thus far. The service was great. The Lakers was on while we were there and the people from the bar cheered loudly when they won (including my husband who ditched me for a minute or two to check the score!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you are ever in need of a good steak or a great lobster - go to this place. I highly recommend it. &lt;a href="http://www.flemingssteakhouse.com/"&gt;http://www.flemingssteakhouse.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-354034927827860179?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/354034927827860179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=354034927827860179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/354034927827860179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/354034927827860179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/05/05-21-20082-year-wedding-anniversary.html' title='05-21-2008....2 year wedding anniversary'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SDYhPL9kYhI/AAAAAAAABGc/Dc0JAJH7TE8/s72-c/Flemings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-4940714530183885733</id><published>2008-05-18T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T10:19:09.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>February 2008 CA Bar Passage Rate: 39%</title><content type='html'>I found out today that my very good friends, Sherry (first attemp) and Corina (2nd attempt). My heart swelled up with happiness for them. I really really really am happy for them. A little envious maybe - but definitely extremely happy. I studied with Sherry throughout the period of bar review. We cried together, stayed up late (or early together), and used the same materials together. I know how determined she is. We've had many heartfelt discussions about our life, about the bar exam, and about all the things we had to go through. We get along well because we think alike....she's a younger version of me. She reminds me of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told her I didn't make it...she cried for me. And for the first time since finding out, I cried...with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherry and Corina are so gracious. They are offering up all their notes, books, and outline - and wanted to give me all they have - so that I can use them for my second attempt at this damn exam. It really helps to have good friends who are supportive. They keep me motivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the damn CA Bar February 2008 passing rate was 39% passing rate. Yup, freaking 39%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date of Examination: February 2008&lt;br /&gt;Total Number Examined: 4,533&lt;br /&gt;Total Number Passed: 1,797&lt;br /&gt;Total Percent Passed: 39.6%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 2008 had a 56.1% passing rate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-4940714530183885733?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/4940714530183885733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=4940714530183885733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/4940714530183885733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/4940714530183885733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/05/sherry-and-corina-passed-bar.html' title='February 2008 CA Bar Passage Rate: 39%'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-2772661775818622695</id><published>2008-05-16T23:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T00:28:57.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CA Bar Exam February 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SC6G9a2ptKI/AAAAAAAABGQ/qyj1LGt9fEI/s1600-h/bar+exam+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201243009398191266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SC6G9a2ptKI/AAAAAAAABGQ/qyj1LGt9fEI/s320/bar+exam+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is not my day because...&lt;br /&gt;1. I went home, drove without paying attention and hit a wall while I was turning left (who does that??!!!). Scratched and dented the right back side of my car door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I failed the bar. Yup. I did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A friend of mine didn't pass. I was absolutely hoping she would as she more than anyone deserve to pass. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup - definitely not my day. I am not going to dwell on it. I am going to move on with some of my dignity intact and we will do better next time. The thought of studying again for the July 2008 bar exam makes my stomach upset. I will deal with it tomorrow. Tonight, I will enjoy my sleep because I won't be getting much of it in the next two months!!! This sucks! I will be in hell for the next two months - working full-time and re-reviewing for the bar.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-2772661775818622695?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/2772661775818622695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=2772661775818622695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/2772661775818622695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/2772661775818622695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/05/ca-bar-exam-february-2008.html' title='CA Bar Exam February 2008'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SC6G9a2ptKI/AAAAAAAABGQ/qyj1LGt9fEI/s72-c/bar+exam+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-7359110438760446458</id><published>2008-05-16T15:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T15:16:52.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 CA Bar Results Come out in 3 hours...</title><content type='html'>Here it goes again...the soul of the CA bar exam and my law school life follows me, as the results of the CA bar exam for February 2008 is scheduled for release in three freaking hours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to think about it, until today. Either way, I am prepared for the results. It has been exactly one year since I graduated from law school. Everything in my life has been on hold...while await for the "this candidate appears on the pass list" prompt on the computer screen. I've held off getting pregnant. I've held off going on vacations. I've held off looking for another job. Every thing and all things were focused on this one goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I patiently watched as other people moved on with life - bought houses, got married, had babies, went on trips, while I (and sadly my other half), remained on a pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just breathe, I tell myself. I will try to stay calm, breathe, and take it in one moment at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-7359110438760446458?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/7359110438760446458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=7359110438760446458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/7359110438760446458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/7359110438760446458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/05/2008-ca-bar-results-come-out-in-3-hours.html' title='2008 CA Bar Results Come out in 3 hours...'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-8442144955423121115</id><published>2008-05-05T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:18:57.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bichon Bash 2008 was a success!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SB_N1Owu9aI/AAAAAAAABFo/unEAcWnlHr4/s1600-h/BIchon+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197098809388103074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SB_N1Owu9aI/AAAAAAAABFo/unEAcWnlHr4/s320/BIchon+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SB_Mruwu9YI/AAAAAAAABFA/KQGybedLbmY/s1600-h/Bichon+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197097546667718018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SB_Mruwu9YI/AAAAAAAABFA/KQGybedLbmY/s320/Bichon+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SB_Mdewu9UI/AAAAAAAABEg/kcd_33P1gMU/s1600-h/Bichon+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197097301854582082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SB_Mdewu9UI/AAAAAAAABEg/kcd_33P1gMU/s200/Bichon+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SB_Mduwu9VI/AAAAAAAABEo/J9hXcUUiWI8/s1600-h/Bichon+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197097306149549394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SB_Mduwu9VI/AAAAAAAABEo/J9hXcUUiWI8/s200/Bichon+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bichon Bash 2008 last Saturday at Critter's Corner in Encinitas was a success! Normin, Teddy, Rascal and I as well as my parents (to my surprise and appreciation) went to the bash, and had a great time! It was definitely worth the drive to San Diego. The weather was beautiful....there was so much food...there were too many bichons, and we bought so much doggie toys! It was such a great turn-out. I am sure that the event raised a significant amount of money in order to continue and help find homes for bichon frises and other doggies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rascal and Teddy had a wonderful time! They enjoyed playing and running around the park with dozens of other doggies that look just like them. It is indeed a rare sight to see dozens of bichons galloping around a park and boy, what a lovely sight that was! There was too much cuteness everywhere. I couldn't stop oohhhing, and aahhhhing, at every single little and big bichon! I am definitely in-love with the breed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We drove home and had sushi at Laguna afterwards...yummy! It was definitely a relaxing and enjoyable Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-8442144955423121115?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/8442144955423121115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=8442144955423121115' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/8442144955423121115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/8442144955423121115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/05/bichon-bash-2008-was-success.html' title='Bichon Bash 2008 was a success!'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SB_N1Owu9aI/AAAAAAAABFo/unEAcWnlHr4/s72-c/BIchon+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-5855210881876862787</id><published>2008-05-02T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T10:03:12.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA'S 6TH ANNUAL BICHON BASH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBtJL-wu9OI/AAAAAAAABDE/G7aoIxtiTGA/s1600-h/Robbie%2520new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195827065276789986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBtJL-wu9OI/AAAAAAAABDE/G7aoIxtiTGA/s200/Robbie%2520new.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBtIVewu9KI/AAAAAAAABCk/szfFKZ1gIA8/s1600-h/Herbie_head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195826128973919394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBtIVewu9KI/AAAAAAAABCk/szfFKZ1gIA8/s200/Herbie_head.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBtIVuwu9LI/AAAAAAAABCs/wjz_0OUh3Qs/s1600-h/Justin5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195826133268886706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBtIVuwu9LI/AAAAAAAABCs/wjz_0OUh3Qs/s200/Justin5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195826137563854018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBtIV-wu9MI/AAAAAAAABC0/fgixeteXdLM/s200/Missy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Normin, myself, Teddy, and Rascal are going to the Bichon Frise Bash tomorrow at Encinitas, CA. Sponsored by Bichon Fur Kids Dog Rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a picnic at a park in San Diego, and there will be an auction to support the continued rescue of dogs, specifically, Bichon Frises, Maltese, and Poodles, in animal shelters, puppy mills, or owner surrendered - doggies who are in need of a loving home. I'd adopt them all, if I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a pot luck, raffle for fabulous prizes, mini-seminars, a Bichon Q&amp;amp;A booth, and an opportunity to pick up lots of grooming supplies, crates, cages and other supplies at donation prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be lots of Bichon Frises (a perfect Saturday). Starts at 11 and ends at 3. We are leaving OC at 9:30. If interested in joining us - let me know! It should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bichonfurkids.org/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.bichonfurkids.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Note: The fur kids pictured above are looking for a home....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-5855210881876862787?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/5855210881876862787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=5855210881876862787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/5855210881876862787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/5855210881876862787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/05/southern-californias-6th-annual-bichon.html' title='SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA&apos;S 6TH ANNUAL BICHON BASH'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBtJL-wu9OI/AAAAAAAABDE/G7aoIxtiTGA/s72-c/Robbie%2520new.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-2676035312882580223</id><published>2008-04-29T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:02:40.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragomen Bowling Event</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBdvzewu9EI/AAAAAAAABB0/7PI9E6Haezw/s1600-h/869109537208_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194743625416635458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBdvzewu9EI/AAAAAAAABB0/7PI9E6Haezw/s200/869109537208_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBdvz-wu9FI/AAAAAAAABB8/7ZBI8XsFtHI/s1600-h/495609537208_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194743634006570066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBdvz-wu9FI/AAAAAAAABB8/7ZBI8XsFtHI/s200/495609537208_0_BG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our firm sponsored a bowling event for the office last Friday. They catered lunch, and we went bowling during work hours! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did not want to go at first -being a newbie and not knowing most of my peers (also I didn not want to see "sausage girl" there. Her self-righteous, I am better than you attitude annoys the bananas out of me.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, if I learned anything at all from my mentor - it is that you need to put in your face time. You need to do the song and dance in order to eventually stir the boat in the direction you want.  I do know that these are things I need to and I must do - and so I went.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was surprisingly fun. The HR lady gave us drink tickets, and we had chips, salsa and a variety of cookies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our team was called the Lucky Strikes (how creative huh? not my idea). We even made shirts for our team using stickers that you iron on (assembled and ironed during Fragomen time in the conference room!). One team was called "SOBs" - stressed out bowlers. I thought that was cool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We lost and I sucked - but it was okay. I had fun. Nice to be back in an office environment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And yeah, sausage girl was there...she did not play but watched on the bench all alone with her sausage self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-2676035312882580223?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/2676035312882580223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=2676035312882580223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/2676035312882580223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/2676035312882580223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/04/fragomen-bowling-event.html' title='Fragomen Bowling Event'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBdvzewu9EI/AAAAAAAABB0/7PI9E6Haezw/s72-c/869109537208_0_BG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-3792943265950877290</id><published>2008-04-26T23:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T19:11:23.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Home....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBQmJ-wu9DI/AAAAAAAABBs/8F_0d2x0J5I/s1600-h/Family+Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193818223173104690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBQmJ-wu9DI/AAAAAAAABBs/8F_0d2x0J5I/s200/Family+Room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBQl2-wu8-I/AAAAAAAABBE/q-DCwYfWcec/s1600-h/Bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193817896755590114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBQl2-wu8-I/AAAAAAAABBE/q-DCwYfWcec/s200/Bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBQl2-wu8_I/AAAAAAAABBM/yAjRyITKMZI/s1600-h/Dining+Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193817896755590130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBQl2-wu8_I/AAAAAAAABBM/yAjRyITKMZI/s200/Dining+Room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBQl3Owu9AI/AAAAAAAABBU/dZfvNJHiFXQ/s1600-h/Living+Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193817901050557442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBQl3Owu9AI/AAAAAAAABBU/dZfvNJHiFXQ/s200/Living+Room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBQl3ewu9BI/AAAAAAAABBc/wOJmu3g0d1Y/s1600-h/Living+Room+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193817905345524754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBQl3ewu9BI/AAAAAAAABBc/wOJmu3g0d1Y/s200/Living+Room+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBQk1ewu87I/AAAAAAAABAs/A0ggdGmwdQM/s1600-h/Bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our home has been a work in progress. We have been trying to slowly build and style a home that suits us. When visiting a friend's home awhile ago, I was asked, what our home theme was (their's was Tropical theme). I didn't quite know how to answer it because we really did not know what our theme was supposed to be. As we find furniture pieces that we love, discovered wall colors, and home accessesories that intrigued us, I finally discovered what our home theme was. It was a theme that combined mine and my husband's taste. It is our compromise. It is our middleground. Our home is a little bit of him, a little bit of me - it was ours. It was a combination of modern (his style), and traditional (mine). It was a combination of monochromatic color (his) and colorful paisleys (mine). It was a combination of clean and simple (his) and artsy (mine). It was a combination of flat screen TV's and Van Gogh art replica paintings. It is a theme that is as complex and as simple as our life together. It was a theme that is just our own - our home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-3792943265950877290?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/3792943265950877290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=3792943265950877290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/3792943265950877290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/3792943265950877290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/04/our-home.html' title='Our Home....'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBQmJ-wu9DI/AAAAAAAABBs/8F_0d2x0J5I/s72-c/Family+Room.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-6736179863282080052</id><published>2008-04-23T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T22:09:27.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huntington Dog Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBAU94euEnI/AAAAAAAAA94/SGVE8gvGgkc/s1600-h/IMG_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192673423723991666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBAU94euEnI/AAAAAAAAA94/SGVE8gvGgkc/s200/IMG_0173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBAU-oeuEoI/AAAAAAAAA-A/wpVq-iliYQo/s1600-h/IMG_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192673436608893570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBAU-oeuEoI/AAAAAAAAA-A/wpVq-iliYQo/s200/IMG_0175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The last few weekends have been very relaxing. It is going to be a pain having to re-adjust back to that crazy 15 hour days, if the results do not come out in my favor. &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Norm &amp;amp; I took our babies to Huntington Dog Beach. We take them here at least once a month - and get them real dirty - before we take them to get washed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would love to live in this area and just walk to the dog beach everyday, but it is quite expensive. There are some really nice houses here though...oh well - maybe someday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teddy and Rascal had a blast! We built them a little tent that Norm took forever to assemble, but my doggies won't even get in the tent. They were scared of it - and just sat by my beach chair watching all the other doggies running around the beach. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah...I can't wait until this weekend. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-6736179863282080052?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/6736179863282080052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=6736179863282080052' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/6736179863282080052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/6736179863282080052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/04/huntington-dog-beach.html' title='Huntington Dog Beach'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SBAU94euEnI/AAAAAAAAA94/SGVE8gvGgkc/s72-c/IMG_0173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-3377145903681596916</id><published>2008-04-16T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T07:33:33.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Angeles Traffic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SAYOHE50IBI/AAAAAAAAA9M/6XCrFK0j-pc/s1600-h/LA+1950s+traffic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189851135329181714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SAYOHE50IBI/AAAAAAAAA9M/6XCrFK0j-pc/s200/LA+1950s+traffic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it has been awhile. I have not been writing for awhile since I have taken the bar exam. I went back to work as of March 10. I joined our firm's Los Angeles office, located off Olympic and Sepulveda in the dreaded 405 freeway. My commute to work has been anything but pleasant. I used to complain about working from home, and the workload that I have to carry - but I now learn to appreciate that, and miss it dearly, as I sit my butt on the freeway everyday for hours with no end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The commute is crazy. I wonder where all these people come from. Where are you guys going at 6 in the morning? Sleep in! Let me drive to work in peace, and without interruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Almost everyone complains about the traffic in Los Angeles, and for good reason. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-3377145903681596916?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/3377145903681596916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=3377145903681596916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/3377145903681596916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/3377145903681596916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/04/los-angeles-traffic.html' title='Los Angeles Traffic'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/SAYOHE50IBI/AAAAAAAAA9M/6XCrFK0j-pc/s72-c/LA+1950s+traffic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-418075539560532703</id><published>2008-03-18T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:12:54.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a boy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R-CEgCBraJI/AAAAAAAAA8U/zgssadxGgzc/s1600-h/mikefeinbergcompany_1993_68079790.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179285257310660754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R-CEgCBraJI/AAAAAAAAA8U/zgssadxGgzc/s200/mikefeinbergcompany_1993_68079790.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sister called me, to let me know that Peter and her found out the sex of the baby. It's a boy!!! I am so happy for them. I am so excited to meet my little nephew. I wonder, if he'll look like my sis. Regardless, I will love and spoil him like crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It will be weird seeing my little sister - the little child I loved and cared for over the years - become a mother before me. It's kinda bitter sweet - because it would have been nice to be the one to teach her things about motherhood. I guess, I will just have to learn from her, when my time comes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My sis is such a great little momma to be. She watches everything she eats - and lectures me about the cup-o-noodles in my cupboard (she shouts, "this has MSG - don't eat this." She researches the best things to buy for the baby - what crib, what clothes, what type of baby powder. She has been having a good pregnancy. She does not feel ill, but she does complain about the weight gain. I don't think she's gained much at all - it's pretty much all baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't wait to see you dear nephew. See yah in July. We are going to try and give you a little cousin next year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-418075539560532703?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/418075539560532703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=418075539560532703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/418075539560532703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/418075539560532703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/03/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a boy!!!'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R-CEgCBraJI/AAAAAAAAA8U/zgssadxGgzc/s72-c/mikefeinbergcompany_1993_68079790.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-2153870387679774615</id><published>2008-03-16T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:58:07.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at Newport Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R94IaCBraGI/AAAAAAAAA7M/5MNvRJnAqkc/s1600-h/IMG_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R94IaCBraGI/AAAAAAAAA7M/5MNvRJnAqkc/s400/IMG_0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Norm &amp;amp; I went out last Friday to Newport Beach. We wanted to just spend time together, walk around, hang out, and do nothing all day. We ate at one of my favorite places to eat at NB called Crab Cooker. I had two skewers - one with scallop and the other with shrimp and a lump of yummy mash potatoes. It was good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked around NB and rented a little boat for an hour and a half. It was cool to just cruise around NB, look at all the fantastic homes. It was a beautiful and sunny day out. It was nice to just hang out with my dear husband, and not worry about work or school. It was definitely a very relaxing day.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:RIGHT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-2153870387679774615?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/2153870387679774615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=2153870387679774615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/2153870387679774615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/2153870387679774615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/03/day-at-newport-beach.html' title='Day at Newport Beach'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R94IaCBraGI/AAAAAAAAA7M/5MNvRJnAqkc/s72-c/IMG_0153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-2284480991336130169</id><published>2008-03-11T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:54:27.142-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mai Tai Bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R9dhXCBraFI/AAAAAAAAA7A/xTYLZT6RXCw/s1600-h/MaiTai4%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176713344994469970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R9dhXCBraFI/AAAAAAAAA7A/xTYLZT6RXCw/s320/MaiTai4%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R9dhGSBraEI/AAAAAAAAA64/PVIGToRQato/s1600-h/MaiTai6%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R9dhAyBraDI/AAAAAAAAA6w/f6ZsJGCeWR4/s1600-h/MaiTai5%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176712962742380594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R9dhAyBraDI/AAAAAAAAA6w/f6ZsJGCeWR4/s320/MaiTai5%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R9dg0SBraCI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Nth-P1l_rVI/s1600-h/MaiTai5%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have not been out in a LONG TIME - that is not an exaggeration. When Sherry suggested that we go out for drinks and celebrate, I was happy to be out into the social world. It was nice to hold a Mai Tai drink, chat and laugh with fellow bar takers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These women and I have been through so much stuff together during the last four years. I think I aged two decades over the span of four years. Raazia has been my savior and my angel during law school. She is, without a doubt, one of the smartest, if not the smartest and hardworking person I know. This girl is intelligent, dedicated, and goal oriented. She aims for the stars and works her ass off to ensure a great future for herself. I hope that someday, someone will be worthy enough to hire her as an Associate - she is definitely, definitely an asset to any law firm. I am glad her intellectual property gig at a San Diego law firm is going well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sherry - my dear friend - came as a big surprise to me during the latter year of law school. Prior to meeting her, I was the only Filipina girl I knew at school. I was so happy to have found her. She reminds me of me, when I was younger. She'll stick around and will be one of my dear friends for many, many years (unless she moves with Tom to PA!). She and I often talk about opening up a partnership together...with an office on the first floor, and a daycare to house our kids on the second floor (we can dream right?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to see Angelica and Marco out and about. I was watching them as they dance together. He is so in-love with her. They are SO CUTE together! They are definitely a good looking couple - no wonder Jakey turned out to be so handsome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raazia is supposed to throw a birthday party for her son in a few weeks...hope everyone is able to show up. It would be nice to see the girls again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-2284480991336130169?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/2284480991336130169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=2284480991336130169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/2284480991336130169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/2284480991336130169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/03/mai-tai-bar.html' title='Mai Tai Bar'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R9dhXCBraFI/AAAAAAAAA7A/xTYLZT6RXCw/s72-c/MaiTai4%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-1437190031105777957</id><published>2008-03-04T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T16:23:30.731-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bar Exam Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R83llQKduEI/AAAAAAAAA4k/FNsoIxlv3wQ/s1600-h/exhausted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174043975075346498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R83llQKduEI/AAAAAAAAA4k/FNsoIxlv3wQ/s320/exhausted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I survived it! We survived it! I finally took the CA Bar Exam. It is behind me now, for now. What a hell of a two months, that was.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I made a mess out of Question #6 and felt incredibly lost during the MBEs...but I am not going to think about it for now. I've lost sleep and cried about it...I am not going to dwell on it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am going to enjoy my week off and do absolutely nothing. I will clean the house, do laundry, watch TV, go to the movies, and will be incredibly lazy...just for one week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I start driving out to Fragomen Los Angeles on Monday. I am not looking forward to that drive but I am excited to be back at work in an office setting. I am buying work clothes! Yey! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In two weeks, I am going to start reviewing again...light reviewing...just in case. I need to re-examine my to-do list and re-assess my plans. I hate not knowing where I am going.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-1437190031105777957?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/1437190031105777957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=1437190031105777957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/1437190031105777957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/1437190031105777957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/03/bar-exam-experience.html' title='Bar Exam Experience'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R83llQKduEI/AAAAAAAAA4k/FNsoIxlv3wQ/s72-c/exhausted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-2228364434069603399</id><published>2008-02-24T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T22:09:35.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My immediate future, is now officially out of my hands.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R8JauTBh5gI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/gFhiCfOWi8M/s1600-h/typewriter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170795073601922562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R8JauTBh5gI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/gFhiCfOWi8M/s200/typewriter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dear God:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon I will have my examination&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You know how important this exam is to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I am humbly asking your gracious help &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And divine assistance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray to you, my dear Jesus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please never let me panic or get nervous, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just let me be at ease and give my very best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please never let me guess nor rely on pure luck, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But enlighten my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and let me think clearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please never let me resort to chances nor to dishonesty, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but let me work to the fullest of my ability.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pray for your guidance that as I think,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may find the right solutions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may be able to correctly answer the questions,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may solve those difficult problems.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may ask, O Lord, Your intercession, that as I write,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not be careless or overconfident,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not be distracted but be more concentrated,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may not be in a hurry nor take the exams too lightly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Tuesday, O my Jesus, I will take my examinations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me, with your help, give my best effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me, because of you; receive the best and fruitful results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AMEN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-2228364434069603399?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/2228364434069603399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=2228364434069603399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/2228364434069603399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/2228364434069603399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/02/it-is-now-official-out-of-my-hands.html' title='My immediate future, is now officially out of my hands.'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R8JauTBh5gI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/gFhiCfOWi8M/s72-c/typewriter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-6795019956589219985</id><published>2008-02-22T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T00:53:45.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10 words I would be happy never to read or hear ever again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R76MtDBh5fI/AAAAAAAAA4I/B_vjSXFdlBE/s1600-h/law%2520books.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169724127801632242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R76MtDBh5fI/AAAAAAAAA4I/B_vjSXFdlBE/s200/law%2520books.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;1. Adverse Possession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Rule Against Perpetuities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. Anti-lapse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Settlor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Cy Pres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Quasi-community&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Issue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;8. Who owns Blackacre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;9. Mortgagor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;10. Traditional notions of fair play and substantial justice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/646725234973642684-6795019956589219985?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/6795019956589219985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=6795019956589219985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/6795019956589219985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/6795019956589219985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/02/words-that-i-would-be-happy-never-to.html' title='10 words I would be happy never to read or hear ever again'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R76MtDBh5fI/AAAAAAAAA4I/B_vjSXFdlBE/s72-c/law%2520books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-6870372390230694069</id><published>2008-02-20T10:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T11:09:41.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R7x6wDBh5dI/AAAAAAAAA34/Z9hD3eKqZFU/s1600-h/failure%252Brunner%252Bbw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169141438178518482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R7x6wDBh5dI/AAAAAAAAA34/Z9hD3eKqZFU/s200/failure%252Brunner%252Bbw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It has finally hit me that I am going to be sitting for the bar exam this coming Tuesday. I saw a prediction of the possible essay questions, and a realization came to my head that it is likely and quite possibly that I might fail. If they administer a Property question focusing on covenants running with the land and equitable servitudes...then I am screwed. Property is my weakest class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this quezy feeling in my stomach and it will not go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so smart yet so dumb in my life. I have all this information in my head, and yet somehow, this information is not going to be sufficient, to get me through this exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to shake the feeling off though. I need to build up my confidence by the end of this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;What am I going to do if I fail? My life is going to continue to be just a myriad of possibilities, until I get through this task. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I better get back to work. Long day, as always.&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/646725234973642684-6870372390230694069?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/6870372390230694069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=6870372390230694069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/6870372390230694069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/6870372390230694069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/02/scared.html' title='Scared'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R7x6wDBh5dI/AAAAAAAAA34/Z9hD3eKqZFU/s72-c/failure%252Brunner%252Bbw.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-1496068937840054940</id><published>2008-02-18T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T02:42:06.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia hits before the bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R7lf6jBh5bI/AAAAAAAAA3k/5P92Y-3PpP0/s1600-h/skrydis_oro_balionu_virs_birstono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168267506823062962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R7lf6jBh5bI/AAAAAAAAA3k/5P92Y-3PpP0/s400/skrydis_oro_balionu_virs_birstono.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it is 2 AM in the morning. Everyone is asleep except for me. Long day or long night...for people like me, there's no distinction really. I have exactly 7 days, 21 hours, 40 minutes and 35 seconds....wait that's 30 seconds left, now it is 28....yikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head is clouded with constitutional law concepts and I cannot sleep. I think about the Supremacy Clause violation, State Action Limitation, Contracts Clause...and what was that other part of the Miller test again???Ahhh!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Sherry was in tears today. She's stressed out, annoyed, and most likely going insane as she holds on to her Evidence outline - trying to memorize hearsay and all its exceptions, as if her life depended on it. When your work is paying for you to take the bar...your life is somewhat dependent on the results of this stupid test. She's under a lot of pressure, but who isn't?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to comfort her, calm her down, and reminded her it is just a test....but who am I to say? We have 7 freakin' days! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thought after thought taunting my soul as this constant study takes its toll. Eating away slowly, now a gaping hole. My mind is going crazy and out of control!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-1496068937840054940?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/1496068937840054940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=1496068937840054940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/1496068937840054940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/1496068937840054940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/02/insomnia-hits-before-bar.html' title='Insomnia hits before the bar'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R7lf6jBh5bI/AAAAAAAAA3k/5P92Y-3PpP0/s72-c/skrydis_oro_balionu_virs_birstono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-7826562052474729078</id><published>2008-02-14T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T10:29:35.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R7SHdAWzTTI/AAAAAAAAA2k/lDRiyG9BA80/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166903604882394418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R7SHdAWzTTI/AAAAAAAAA2k/lDRiyG9BA80/s400/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R7SGgQWzTSI/AAAAAAAAA2c/y81XR315Z0Q/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me not to the marriage of true minds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Admit impediments.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is not love which alters when&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alteration finds, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or bends with the remover to remove, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, No! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is an ever-fixed mark, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That looks on tempests and is never shaken; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is the star to every wand'ring bark,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love's not Time's bark, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though rosy lips and cheeks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ithin his bending sickle's compass come; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alters not with his brief hours and weeks,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But bears it out even to the edge of doom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If this be error and upon me proved, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never writ, nor no man ever loved.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sonnet 116.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://shakespeare.about.com/od/studentresources/a/sonnet116guide_3.htm"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just a little reminder that true love should be constant and strong, love will survive any crisis, and that love, even in the current hustle and bustle of our busy daily lives, still cannot be measured. Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/646725234973642684-7826562052474729078?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/7826562052474729078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=7826562052474729078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/7826562052474729078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/7826562052474729078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R7SHdAWzTTI/AAAAAAAAA2k/lDRiyG9BA80/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-2791668378722654415</id><published>2008-02-11T09:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T10:14:22.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angelica Miranda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R7COMwWzTQI/AAAAAAAAA2M/olQnGg15cwY/s1600-h/IMG_0874.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165785122384071938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R7COMwWzTQI/AAAAAAAAA2M/olQnGg15cwY/s320/IMG_0874.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As Angelica and I were walking out at the library at 11:30 P.M...she pointed out to me that there were only five cars in the library. One belonged to me, and the other was hers. The third car belonged to that guy in the reference desk. The fourth car to that security guard (who kept telling us the library is closing in five minutes, and we kept telling him "yeah, we know"), and the last car belonged to the cleaning lady. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were the last students that walked out of the library that day...and it felt good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so blessed to have a friend like Angelica. I am always amazed how she can have so many things on her plate and still persevere (a divorce, four kids, a jerk of an ex-husband, a troublesome brother, a sick mother, a full-time job, and law school). She gave birth to her youngest Jakey, on a Friday night, and was back in school on Monday! (that's dedication for you).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, she was sitting on the cube adjacent to mine in the library, and every hour, she would call her one year old child - just to hear his voice. She wants to know what he is doing, what he did throughout the day, what he said...aching that she is missing the early, yet best moments of his life. Wondering and hoping that he'll wake up for her when she goes home after midnight, just so she can have a few minutes with him. She will need to leave early again in the morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through the four years of law school, I've seen her cry. I've seen her tired. I've seen her pull through class with very little sleep. I've seen her worry about work, then worry about the case she didn't read for class, then worry about how she is going to read the next case for the next class when she has to work and she needs to drive her oldest son to his baseball game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is always so articulate, always worked hard. She tells me some day she wants to be someone important, and I keep telling her, she already is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I want to complain about the things I do and life I have...I look at her and feel this rush of shame, because really, I have got nothing on her. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-2791668378722654415?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/2791668378722654415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=2791668378722654415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/2791668378722654415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/2791668378722654415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/02/angelica-miranda.html' title='Angelica Miranda'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R7COMwWzTQI/AAAAAAAAA2M/olQnGg15cwY/s72-c/IMG_0874.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-6719904888096021936</id><published>2008-02-08T18:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T18:39:43.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Rules</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R60SUnrcl3I/AAAAAAAAA1U/u8hz6CKAbMI/s1600-h/IMG_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164804493121722226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R60SUnrcl3I/AAAAAAAAA1U/u8hz6CKAbMI/s400/IMG_0029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The dog is not allowed in the house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay, the dog is allowed in the house, but only in certain rooms.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The dog is allowed in all rooms, but has to stay off the furniture.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The dog can get on the old furniture only.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fine, the dog is allowed on all the furniture, but is not allowed to sleep with the humans on the bed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Okay, the dog is allowed on the bed, but only by invitation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The dog can sleep on the bed whenever he wants, but not under the covers. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The dog can sleep under the covers by invitation only &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The dog can sleep under the covers every night.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Humans must ask permission to sleep under the covers with the dog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-6719904888096021936?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/6719904888096021936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=6719904888096021936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/6719904888096021936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/6719904888096021936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/02/dog-rules.html' title='Dog Rules'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R60SUnrcl3I/AAAAAAAAA1U/u8hz6CKAbMI/s72-c/IMG_0029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-3599168518942475130</id><published>2008-02-07T09:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T10:02:13.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Volunteers Needed - Bichon Fur Kids Rescue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R6tHh3rclzI/AAAAAAAAA0c/nA-azMADiQM/s1600-h/A488865e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164300044917839666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R6tHh3rclzI/AAAAAAAAA0c/nA-azMADiQM/s200/A488865e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R6tHiHrcl0I/AAAAAAAAA0k/f-nBmwDcLEo/s1600-h/A490325e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164300049212806978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R6tHiHrcl0I/AAAAAAAAA0k/f-nBmwDcLEo/s200/A490325e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R6tHinrcl1I/AAAAAAAAA0s/SiNKYzmcrhI/s1600-h/A1202513e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164300057802741586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R6tHinrcl1I/AAAAAAAAA0s/SiNKYzmcrhI/s200/A1202513e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R6tHi3rcl2I/AAAAAAAAA00/7YS1gkFH2Do/s1600-h/A1202582e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164300062097708898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R6tHi3rcl2I/AAAAAAAAA00/7YS1gkFH2Do/s200/A1202582e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have several furkids stuck in shelters this week because we have been unable to find foster homes for them. It's really unfortunate that they have to stay there and that the shelters can't even give them a bath or give them a few much needed hugs. All they can reallydo is feed them and keep a roof over their heads until someone cares enough to come rescue them. We want to do that! I'm attaching their pictures in the hope that you or someone you know might be able to help us rescue them. Please CALL US at 858-408-1937 if you can help. If you have a friend that might be able to, please ask them to go to our web site and complete our volunteer application. That can be found at&lt;a href="http://www.bichonfurkids.org/volunteer" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.bichonfurkids.org/volunteer&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With your help we might be able to rescue these wonderful furkids and get them readyfor their forever homes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bichon FurKids Rescue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bichonfurkids.org/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.bichonfurkids.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Making a Difference in a Dog's Life"&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/646725234973642684-3599168518942475130?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/3599168518942475130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=3599168518942475130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/3599168518942475130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/3599168518942475130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/02/volunteers-needed-bichon-fur-kids.html' title='Volunteers Needed - Bichon Fur Kids Rescue'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R6tHh3rclzI/AAAAAAAAA0c/nA-azMADiQM/s72-c/A488865e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-6724278104993528396</id><published>2008-02-04T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T15:49:32.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results of Your Type A Personality Test</title><content type='html'>Personality Type&lt;br /&gt;Your score = 94 out of 100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does your score mean?&lt;br /&gt;You seem to have a Type A personality.  Type A personality is characterized by an exaggerated sense of time urgency, competitiveness, anger and hostility.  People who share certain characteristics with you are often concerned with the acquisition of objects and generally dissatisfied with the world, including oneself.  You don't know how and when to relax. People probably get tense around you, and they tend to feel threatened in your presence.  Continuous stress and allowing unexpressed feelings to pile up are not good for your health.  You should start learning how to relax, to let go, and enjoy life.  Work on your communication skills.  Try to take it easy and be lazy sometimes. It might be hard and it would take some effort, but you certainly know how to pick up a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-6724278104993528396?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/6724278104993528396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=6724278104993528396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/6724278104993528396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/6724278104993528396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/02/results-of-your-type-personality-test.html' title='Results of Your Type A Personality Test'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-7205060839374721627</id><published>2008-01-28T00:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T00:56:21.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 day to do list...COUNTDOWN TO THE BAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R52Xz3rclqI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ZU5Mz8zjvno/s1600-h/IMG_0076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160447665411757730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R52Xz3rclqI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ZU5Mz8zjvno/s320/IMG_0076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are now in the half-way point of the bar review study. 28 more days, and we tired souls, stressed out bodies, and exhausted minds, will give our best shot, in passing the CA bar exam soon. Didn't think I'd even make it this far, but now that I am here...I am not sure if I detest it or I welcome it. The task is never ending, just never ending. The to-do list, never gets done. You learn to live with very little joy, and in constant desire to improve, to get better, to do more, to push through. However, I need to, I must pull through this last hurdle. I will keep digging, hoping that there is gold buried somewhere in this pile of crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around me in class today, and everyone looks so burnt out. Each one has a story of sacrifice. Who will make it? Who will not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to aim to do more, much much more....as we get closer to the DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Must Do 1,500 more Multi-State Bar Exam Questions&lt;br /&gt;2. Must Write Out THREE (or more) Full Practice Exams for each 16 bar subjects tested&lt;br /&gt;3. Save the last two weeks to MEMORIZE RULES&lt;br /&gt;4. Review Exam Approaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am soooo behind.... It is past midnight, and my list is still as long, as when I started the day this morning.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How do some people still make the most of each 'marathon' day? How do you start a new day when you haven't even ended the previous one yet? Gotta learn, gotta learn...&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/646725234973642684-7205060839374721627?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/7205060839374721627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=7205060839374721627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/7205060839374721627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/7205060839374721627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/01/28-day-to-do-listcountdown-to-bar.html' title='28 day to do list...COUNTDOWN TO THE BAR'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R52Xz3rclqI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ZU5Mz8zjvno/s72-c/IMG_0076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-4632570134052916757</id><published>2008-01-24T13:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T13:45:07.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R5kGTHrcllI/AAAAAAAAAv4/LXibmYsPc8s/s1600-h/2173585868_cec59261bf_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159161773678171730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R5kGTHrcllI/AAAAAAAAAv4/LXibmYsPc8s/s200/2173585868_cec59261bf_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hold fast to dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For if dreams die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is a broken-winged bird&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That cannot fly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hold fast to dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For when dreams go &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life is a barren field&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frozen with snow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Langston Hughes&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/646725234973642684-4632570134052916757?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/4632570134052916757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=4632570134052916757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/4632570134052916757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/4632570134052916757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/01/dreams.html' title='Dreams....'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R5kGTHrcllI/AAAAAAAAAv4/LXibmYsPc8s/s72-c/2173585868_cec59261bf_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-5278778922581197262</id><published>2008-01-20T00:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:10:25.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unhappiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R5MKxQcrDdI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/kE4-M1lJiyQ/s1600-h/P1010031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157477839614447058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R5MKxQcrDdI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/kE4-M1lJiyQ/s200/P1010031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Unhappiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;emotions experienced when not in a state of well-being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;state characterized by emotions ranging from mild discontentment to deep grief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The chief cause of unhappiness is trading what we want most for what we want in the moment...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-5278778922581197262?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/5278778922581197262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=5278778922581197262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/5278778922581197262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/5278778922581197262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/01/unhappiness.html' title='Unhappiness'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R5MKxQcrDdI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/kE4-M1lJiyQ/s72-c/P1010031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-4085579816034116555</id><published>2008-01-17T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-17T10:44:25.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith-Based Constitution????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mike Huckabee is promising to build a border fence within 18 months if elected and elaborating on his belief that the constitution needs to be amended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;He says “I have opponents in this race who do not want to change the Constitution. But I believe it’s a lot easier to change the Constitution than it would be to change the word of the living God. And thats what &lt;strong&gt;we need to do is amend the Constitution so it’s in God’s standards&lt;/strong&gt; rather than trying to change God’s standards so it lines up with some contemporary view of how we treat each other and how we treat the family.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Separation of Church and State, anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-4085579816034116555?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/4085579816034116555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=4085579816034116555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/4085579816034116555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/4085579816034116555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/01/faith-based-constitution.html' title='Faith-Based Constitution????'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-4449988371875543152</id><published>2008-01-15T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T11:42:51.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescued Dogs and their stories....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R40MZwcrDcI/AAAAAAAAAuY/js0naHewrfs/s1600-h/covert17.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R40MBAcrDbI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/lOK4JIxAz0U/s1600-h/Teddy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155790359848750514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R40MBAcrDbI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/lOK4JIxAz0U/s200/Teddy1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was Teddy when he was rescued by Bichon and Buddies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R40F5gcrDWI/AAAAAAAAAto/S5A3k2lG9uY/s1600-h/IMG_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155783633929964898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R40F5gcrDWI/AAAAAAAAAto/S5A3k2lG9uY/s320/IMG_0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Teddy now....Brown eyes, brown nose, 30 pound Bichon Poodle that has given me so much love over the last three years, since I rescued him . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I often wonder how his previous owner could give him up or lose him. Teddy has so much so give.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what his life was like, prior to being a part of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know he is just a dog. Others wouldn't understand, unless they have a rescue, or if they have looked a rescued dog in the eyes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please do not buy a puppy from a pet store or a backyard breeder. Adopt one. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Read some of their stories...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smallpawsrescue.org/pup3/covert.html"&gt;http://www.smallpawsrescue.org/pup3/covert.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feed a rescue animal in need...click on this site....It will not cost you anything. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theanimalrescuesite.com/clickToGive/home.faces?siteId=3"&gt;http://www.theanimalrescuesite.com/clickToGive/home.faces?siteId=3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-4449988371875543152?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/4449988371875543152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=4449988371875543152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/4449988371875543152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/4449988371875543152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/01/rescued-dogs-and-their-stories.html' title='Rescued Dogs and their stories....'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R40MBAcrDbI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/lOK4JIxAz0U/s72-c/Teddy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-3016572958696569485</id><published>2008-01-10T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T18:10:29.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Success...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R4bFkQcrDTI/AAAAAAAAArs/mUCMXdsOlvs/s1600-h/IMG_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154024050253303090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R4bFkQcrDTI/AAAAAAAAArs/mUCMXdsOlvs/s320/IMG_0012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; " A man is a success if he gets up in the morning and gets to bed at night, and in between, he does what he wants to do."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-3016572958696569485?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/3016572958696569485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=3016572958696569485' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/3016572958696569485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/3016572958696569485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2008/01/success.html' title='Success...'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R4bFkQcrDTI/AAAAAAAAArs/mUCMXdsOlvs/s72-c/IMG_0012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-5585430892711456516</id><published>2007-11-20T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T21:34:34.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Donna's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R0PDac9YwdI/AAAAAAAAAdM/LcoUxQR5BkA/s1600-h/DSC05157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R0PDac9YwdI/AAAAAAAAAdM/LcoUxQR5BkA/s320/DSC05157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Donna's birthday this Saturday, 11/17/2007. We went to this Japanese restaurant named Ooka somewhere in the Riverside area and drove out to Casino Morongo thereafter - to do some gambling, a little drinking and some dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a blast! It is nice to spend time with friends that you've been friends with for a really long time, friends who have stuck by you through the years - through the good and the bad of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great weekend....Now I must study.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:CENTER'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-5585430892711456516?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/5585430892711456516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=5585430892711456516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/5585430892711456516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/5585430892711456516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2007/11/donnas-birthday.html' title='Donna&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/R0PDac9YwdI/AAAAAAAAAdM/LcoUxQR5BkA/s72-c/DSC05157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-5412707841208416117</id><published>2007-10-28T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:09:40.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>30th birthday dinner at C&amp;0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/RyT3KQbwqHI/AAAAAAAAAWI/5nK7nSlIDno/s1600-h/IMG_1532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126494031436621938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/RyT3KQbwqHI/AAAAAAAAAWI/5nK7nSlIDno/s320/IMG_1532.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/RyT2RgbwqGI/AAAAAAAAAWA/YnG-1kQXHE8/s1600-h/IMG_1535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/RyT2RgbwqGI/AAAAAAAAAWA/YnG-1kQXHE8/s320/IMG_1535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had my birthday dinner at C&amp;amp;O with my high school friends, as we traditionally do. It is one of the marathon of food dates that I have in order to celebrate my 30th birthday. On Monday, 10/29, we are having dinner with my parents, and my sisters. I am also off that day, and Norm will meet me for lunch. On 11/04, Cheryl Pash will take me out to Daily Grill and on 11/11, Sherry and Andy are meeting us to celebrate our birthdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C&amp;amp;O was fun as I expected. That place is always realiable - the food is always delicious and the ambiance, just right. It was nice to see everyone again. I don't often see my friends, especially with everyone so busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria had gotten her old job back at Northtrop - she said she is happy, so I am happy for her. Jan wants to further her career as a Financial Analyst. Donna and John were jokingly telling us, that she was pregnant (ha! ha! very funny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I am happy. For now, I am content. I am blessed with a good job and a company that is supportive of what I do and what I want to become. I am blessed with a wonderful husband who believes in me and who adores me, even when at times I don't deserve it. I am blessed with a family, who is sometimes flawed (who isn't?), but most times, love me with no conditions - that is all I ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 30, I have done many things that I look back on with fondness, memories worth smiling about, lessons learned (some with shame, others with pride). At 30, I look forward to a bright future with unknown possibilities. At 30, sky is still the limit, and that's great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for things, sure, I yearn for things. I yearn for certain life changes that I can't purchase with money....the things I yearn, I can't get by jumping off a plane, getting a tatoo, or doing something crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those things I yearn, will come to me, and fill my heart, in due time. In due time....For now, I must patiently wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-5412707841208416117?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/5412707841208416117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=5412707841208416117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/5412707841208416117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/5412707841208416117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2007/10/30th-birthday-dinner-at-c.html' title='30th birthday dinner at C&amp;0'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/RyT3KQbwqHI/AAAAAAAAAWI/5nK7nSlIDno/s72-c/IMG_1532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-6944521285585064881</id><published>2007-10-23T15:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T15:16:35.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Cal Fires....sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/Rx5yR3a-h2I/AAAAAAAAAUM/28gSQPnQLAY/s1600-h/capt.sge.mue87.231007204306.photo04.photo.default-512x342"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124659077254645602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/Rx5yR3a-h2I/AAAAAAAAAUM/28gSQPnQLAY/s320/capt.sge.mue87.231007204306.photo04.photo.default-512x342" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/Rx5yEHa-h1I/AAAAAAAAAUE/CtOFX9NGaxg/s1600-h/2007_10_23t155039_450x270_us_california_wildfires_economy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124658841031444306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/Rx5yEHa-h1I/AAAAAAAAAUE/CtOFX9NGaxg/s320/2007_10_23t155039_450x270_us_california_wildfires_economy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/Rx5x4Xa-h0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/KdCJ6QdBQio/s1600-h/capt.e02d4c1268b94309b0762ab2d85d82cf.aptopix_california_wildfires_cadp114"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124658639167981378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/Rx5x4Xa-h0I/AAAAAAAAAT8/KdCJ6QdBQio/s320/capt.e02d4c1268b94309b0762ab2d85d82cf.aptopix_california_wildfires_cadp114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hot Santa Ana winds continued to gust in from the deserts at up to 65 mph (105 kph) on Tuesday and high wind warnings remained in effect for most of the region until Wednesday afternoon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than 300,000 acres have burned, an area about twice the size of Chicago, stretching fire crews and state emergency services to their limits. But federal authorities said the emergency response was well under control.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-6944521285585064881?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/6944521285585064881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=6944521285585064881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/6944521285585064881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/6944521285585064881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2007/10/so-cal-firessad.html' title='So Cal Fires....sad'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/Rx5yR3a-h2I/AAAAAAAAAUM/28gSQPnQLAY/s72-c/capt.sge.mue87.231007204306.photo04.photo.default-512x342' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-5081111268082672679</id><published>2007-10-23T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T12:58:33.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our smart puppy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h162/clickfrancia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=e509279e.flv"&gt;http://s64.photobucket.com/albums/h162/clickfrancia/?action=view&amp;amp;current=e509279e.flv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-5081111268082672679?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/5081111268082672679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=5081111268082672679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/5081111268082672679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/5081111268082672679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2007/10/our-smart-puppy.html' title='Our smart puppy...'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-7592632572144979724</id><published>2007-10-23T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T12:42:18.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am ready....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/Rx5Oena-hzI/AAAAAAAAAT0/nW1CVafKuRs/s1600-h/MERC-BabyGearMulti_Q407-613x290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124619713879377714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 494px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="193" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/Rx5Oena-hzI/AAAAAAAAAT0/nW1CVafKuRs/s320/MERC-BabyGearMulti_Q407-613x290.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/646725234973642684-7592632572144979724?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/7592632572144979724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=7592632572144979724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/7592632572144979724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/7592632572144979724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2007/10/i-am-ready.html' title='I am ready....'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/Rx5Oena-hzI/AAAAAAAAAT0/nW1CVafKuRs/s72-c/MERC-BabyGearMulti_Q407-613x290.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-2923447888044032588</id><published>2007-10-23T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:11:29.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bday Celebration at C&amp;0</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/Rx5Dxna-hyI/AAAAAAAAATs/O69tb2n-isU/s1600-h/index_08.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124607945668986658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/Rx5Dxna-hyI/AAAAAAAAATs/O69tb2n-isU/s320/index_08.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I always celebrate my birthday with my high school friends. I can't believe, we are all still friends after all these years. Somewhat, we are all still the same girls that met over a decade ago. There were changes, but we have morphed into a version of ourselves affected by time, circumstances and lessons learned. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please join me for some yummy dinner, refreshing sangria, and a wonderful night out with friends, to celebrate my 30th birthday. Come hungry! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Where: C&amp;amp;O La Tratoria [there's 2 C&amp;amp;O's on the same street - go to the original C&amp;amp;O, which is closer to the beach]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When: October 27, 2007 (Saturday)&lt;br /&gt;Website: http://cotrattoria.com/&lt;br /&gt;Time; 6: 45 PM&lt;br /&gt;Address: 31 Washington Boulevard, Marina Del Rey, CA 90292, at the Venice Pier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cotrattoria.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.cotrattoria.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love this place. I probably have been here two dozen times. There is something comforting about an old world restaurant, garlic bread, and waiters singing "That's Amore!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000000;"&gt;When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pieThat's amoreWhen the world seems to shine like you've had too much wineThat's amoreBells will ring ting-a-ling-a-ling, ting-a-ling-a-lingAnd you'll sing "Vita Bella"Hearts will play tippy-tippy-tay, tippy-tippy-tayLike a gay tarantella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-2923447888044032588?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/2923447888044032588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=2923447888044032588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/2923447888044032588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/2923447888044032588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2007/10/birthday-celebration-at-c.html' title='Bday Celebration at C&amp;0'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/Rx5Dxna-hyI/AAAAAAAAATs/O69tb2n-isU/s72-c/index_08.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-8510151612657354399</id><published>2007-10-18T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T15:29:50.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 30..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today, I am feeling gloomy amidst the tower of paperwork piled messily on top of my desk. I am turning 30 on the 29th - I wonder if that's the reason for the gloomy mood. I can't even believe I am saying that - I am turning 30. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Despite all the goals I had accomplished, or thought I was supposed to accomplish, I suddenly began to question prior decisions and worry about those I have yet to make. What if I made the wrong choices, which could all deviate the way my life was supposed to be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;With 30 staring me down, what road would I take next? At this milestone, was I truly where I wanted to be and doing what I wanted to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this article on the internet.....Ten Things One Must Do Before Turning 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Drive a wickedly cool car, even if you have to rent it. &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;[I haven't done this]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Date against type. Better yet, date somebody "dangerous."&lt;/strong&gt; [Done]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. See the world.&lt;/strong&gt;  [Not Quite]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Live in a cool place.&lt;/strong&gt; [Nope]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. If you're going to drink a lot, do it when you're young.&lt;/strong&gt; [DONE!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Take risks with your job.&lt;/strong&gt; [Nope!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Do something physically adventurous. And do it OUTSIDE! [Done!] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Take your parents to dinner. [Done!] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Do volunteer work.&lt;/strong&gt; [Done!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Use this decade to go to extremes.&lt;/strong&gt; Climb the tallest mountain you can find. Picnic at midnight. Learn to sail. Talk to strangers. Road trip to New Orleans for Mardi Gras. Take a midnight drive to the beach -– then stick around for dawn. [Not yet]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-8510151612657354399?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/8510151612657354399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=8510151612657354399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/8510151612657354399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/8510151612657354399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2007/10/turning-30.html' title='Turning 30..'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-8010484722187329739</id><published>2007-09-19T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T20:12:04.775-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/RvGfg2HMSmI/AAAAAAAAAKM/J2uOzlbYqhc/s1600-h/cimg0126.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112042438672534114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/RvGfg2HMSmI/AAAAAAAAAKM/J2uOzlbYqhc/s320/cimg0126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;It is somewhat sad, that we move along with life, move forward towards a path, work towards a career, and immerse ourselves, in that choice, in that career, in that task.....Then one day, that thing you do, becomes repetitive, becomes a chore, and we begin to think that it is what we do, that defines our life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Separate who you are from what you do...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What you do, does not define, who you are...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/646725234973642684-8010484722187329739?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/8010484722187329739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=8010484722187329739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/8010484722187329739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/8010484722187329739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2007/09/life.html' title='Life...'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/RvGfg2HMSmI/AAAAAAAAAKM/J2uOzlbYqhc/s72-c/cimg0126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-2771154984111949459</id><published>2007-09-07T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T16:42:12.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maria and Peter&apos;s Wedding'/><title type='text'>Sister's Wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/RuHhrWfpKGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1jctlIykrr8/s1600-h/Maui+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107611587303778402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/RuHhrWfpKGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1jctlIykrr8/s320/Maui+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/RuHhl2fpKFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Hvg_ziDaQ4o/s1600-h/Maui+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107611492814497874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/RuHhl2fpKFI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Hvg_ziDaQ4o/s320/Maui+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/RuHhhWfpKEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Wn1N6t-0wlc/s1600-h/Maui+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107611415505086530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/RuHhhWfpKEI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Wn1N6t-0wlc/s320/Maui+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/RuHf0mfpKDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/iHRSDPIJws0/s1600-h/Maui+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107609547194312754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/RuHf0mfpKDI/AAAAAAAAAHc/iHRSDPIJws0/s320/Maui+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, it has been awhile. I have been so busy. Lots of things had happened since the last post. My sister got married to her high school sweetheart, and moved out of our house. I am sad!!! I like having her around. I terribly miss her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She got married in Maui, 07-07-2007. The wedding was beautiful. I always wanted a destination wedding, but never really had the guts to pursue one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was wonderful. Excellent view, good food, and it was good to go on a short vacation, immediately after graduating from law school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little sister is finally married. I am very happy that she is happy. She's all grown-up (sigh). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-2771154984111949459?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/2771154984111949459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=2771154984111949459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/2771154984111949459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/2771154984111949459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2007/09/sisters-wedding.html' title='Sister&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/RuHhrWfpKGI/AAAAAAAAAH0/1jctlIykrr8/s72-c/Maui+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-4923853201326599304</id><published>2007-06-17T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T21:18:24.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed Miscarriage</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;This Friday, June 15, 2007, I went to the doctor, for my first pre-natal appointment. I knew I was pregnant, as I have taken the home pregnancy test twice and had positive results. Normin and I were surprised to know that I was pregnant, but nonetheless, we were excited, happy, and we welcomed the idea that we were going to be parents. We talked about names, how the nursery would look like, baby shower, and discussed the idea of suprising our parents for father's day with the news that they are going to be grandfathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my grief, when I went to the doctor and I was informed after the nurse took a sonogram of the baby, that the baby did not have a heartbeat. It was dead at 8 weeks. I had what you call a "missed miscarriage" - the rarest form of miscarriage, that only occurs in 1% of all pregnancies. My body did not recognize that the baby had died and stopped growing - it was still inside me, and yet it failed to develop and lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-a-missed-miscarriage.htm"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;http://www.wisegeek.com/what-is-a-missed-miscarriage.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked out of Kaiser feeling numb...I was disappointed, sad, grieving, angry - all at the same time. I sat in my car for awhile and just cried my eyes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night, before I went to sleep, I took the medicine that the doctor gave me, to force the miscarriage - this will essentially force the fetus and all the dead tissue out of my body by bleeding heavily. I had extreme cramps all night, and bled. 4 little pills confirmed and officially ended my pregnancy. That was that - and it was done. I hope I never get to experience this kind of pain again - to grieve, for someone you've never seen, never felt, never touched - and yet that it touched the very core of you, as a person, a wife, a woman, and a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long weekend. Tomorrow is another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-4923853201326599304?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/4923853201326599304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=4923853201326599304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/4923853201326599304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/4923853201326599304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2007/06/missed-miscarriage.html' title='Missed Miscarriage'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-6660837200511590149</id><published>2007-03-26T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:41:30.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>05-21-2006, the wedding</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/Rgnx6kCq3AI/AAAAAAAAACc/iLRgisOxEvo/s1600-h/Wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046830845854931970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/Rgnx6kCq3AI/AAAAAAAAACc/iLRgisOxEvo/s320/Wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/RgjNnO1OWFI/AAAAAAAAACM/PxA2B_LStmA/s1600-h/Wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046509456348567634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/RgjNnO1OWFI/AAAAAAAAACM/PxA2B_LStmA/s320/Wedding.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/RgjKZO1OWEI/AAAAAAAAACE/cyMghAiywB8/s1600-h/Wedding+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046505917295515714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/RgjKZO1OWEI/AAAAAAAAACE/cyMghAiywB8/s320/Wedding+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Normin and I got married last May 21, 2006. We had our wedding ceremony at the historic Church of Reflections in Knotts Berry Farm, and our reception at the beautiful Los Coyotes Country Club, in Buena Park, CA (see photo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wedding was what we expected and then some. It was beautiful...the food was good, the flowers arrived on time (yey!), the limo came and picked me up, the DJ was entertaining....There were a few glitches, (such as the staff messing up my favor arrangements! Also, some hungry people informed me (the bride) that we apparently were running out of food. It was a buffet style arrangement, and our guests were mostly Filipinos - we like to eat....I am surprised the food lasted longer than I thought it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have wished for more sun. The day was a bit gloomy. I would have liked to have taken more pictures outside the country club. Oh, well - the experience went by so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People kept asking me how married life has been....I felt so weird, because I kept telling them, "well, it is the same...." People look at me with a puzzled expression on their face..... People seem to expect that there will be some major change after a couple exchanges vows...there shouldn't be, right? I mean, after all, you married that person, for the most part, because of that constant love and devotion, that you continued to feel throughout the years....(or months for some people). If those emotions had changed....then we wouldn't have gotten married at the end of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wedding anniversary is in 2 months...I wonder where we will celebrate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, married life still feels the same...nothing changed, which is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="CLEAR: both; TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: 0% 50%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; moz-background-clip: initial; moz-background-origin: initial; moz-background-inline-policy: initial" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/646725234973642684-6660837200511590149?l=www.jestherlyn.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/feeds/6660837200511590149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=646725234973642684&amp;postID=6660837200511590149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/6660837200511590149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/646725234973642684/posts/default/6660837200511590149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.jestherlyn.com/2007/03/05-21-2006-wedding.html' title='05-21-2006, the wedding'/><author><name>JEMRALINO</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13817680560607138783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/Rgnx6kCq3AI/AAAAAAAAACc/iLRgisOxEvo/s72-c/Wedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-646725234973642684.post-6354262888822723485</id><published>2007-03-26T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:36:16.752-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rascal and Teddy'/><title type='text'>Rascal and Teddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/RggBEO1OWCI/AAAAAAAAABw/wc4Nm3sfNaA/s1600-h/Rascal+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046284554681079842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8M_0y8pnpn8/RggBEO1OWCI/AAAAAAAAABw/wc4Nm3sfNaA/s320/Rascal+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are my doggies, Rascal and Teddy. Teddy is a five-year old Bichon Frise and Poodle mix. I adopted him from Bichon and Buddies non-profit rescue organization last January 2006. He has been such a blessing. He is sweet, gentle-mannered, and has touched my heart in so many ways. He often looks at me adoringly with those light brown eyes...there is such love and appreciation in his gaze, that I find amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The little one is our new doggie, Rascal. He is a 4 months old, pure-bred Bichon Frise. My husband gave him to me, as a Valentine's day present. He is quite a character. Naughty but nice at the same time. He follows Teddy everywhere and licks his face (Teddy pretends as if he does not like it, but I think he secretly loves his little brother, Rascal). He likes to eat the scraps off Teddy's bowl (because Teddy will not share), and likes to cuddle up with Teddy, on the couch. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These doggies are such darlings. Having them, has been such a life altering experience for me and Normin. 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