tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45214842616054112052024-02-06T23:50:08.793-05:00Maureen's CornerMaureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.comBlogger140125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521484261605411205.post-79596902048704192482023-05-16T10:55:00.005-04:002023-05-16T10:55:59.597-04:00Family History and Genealogy<p> I am sorry, is anyone following?</p><p>It's been so long since I wrote a post, almost years.</p><p>What is going on?</p><p>Well, I am getting my bachelors in Family History and Genealogy from BYU Idaho, it's been a bumpy ride.</p><p>I want to invite you to do your genealogy and, look me up if you get stuck,</p><p><br /></p><p>Love ya'll</p><p>Maureen</p>Maureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521484261605411205.post-22439441415714393442017-04-18T09:06:00.000-04:002017-04-18T09:06:40.714-04:00Emergency Preparedness. Are you Prepared for an Emergency? <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Today's news talk about North Korea preparing for US Attack. North Korean UN Ambassador, speaks about nuclear war, and my household is not ready for it. Is it yours? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> As I wake up today first news from the NY Post is, North Korea prepares to attack, As per North Korean vice president of foreign affairs told ABC, North Korea is ready to attack<b> "IF"</b><a href="http://%3Ciframe%20frameborder%3D0%20width%3D480%20height%3D288%20scrolling%3Dno%20allowfullscreen%20src%3D//www.onenewspage.com/v/20170415/7288318.htm?width=480%3E%3C/iframe%3E" target="_blank">Provoked</a> that doesn't sound too friendly. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As well as North Korean Kim In Ryong UN Deputy Ambassador informs that a <a href="http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/video/north-korea-ready-us-attack-pence-heads-japan-46857319" target="_blank">Nuclear War</a> might start at any minute</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I was told by someone that Pence stood at the North Korean border just staring at the abyss, (That to me is provocation) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> As things heat up between North Korea and USA, many countries prepare for the war, with only minutes to spare to seek shelter. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> So, my question is <a href="https://www.lds.org/manual/family-home-evening-resource-book/family-activities/emergency-supplies?lang=eng&query=emergency+preparedness" target="_blank">Are You Prepared</a>? I surely not. Things are looking a bit uncertain, so having a way to be at our own defense wouldn't hurt. Getting a first aid Kit, and some <a href="https://www.lds.org/youth/activities/category/young-women-camp/emergency-preparedness-and-survival-skills?lang=eng" target="_blank">survival skill</a> would be a good idea, as well as a "<a href="https://www.mormonchannel.org/blog/post/self-reliance-how-to-make-a-go-bag" target="_blank">72 HOUR EMERGENCY KIT</a>" do you know how to make one? </span><br />
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<a href="https://www.lds.org/youth/activities/category/young-women-camp/emergency-preparedness-and-survival-skills?lang=eng" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"><img border="0" height="181" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhohhOJgmCQ7djPzZcs95CxUqoDbbG3l79SUpCKb2-oZ2WcmqL9BvPH08MAYim-8F5Zs3QqiDbcXK1fb0OQliUnd36vJolu_EHpOR7mN2gHd1l3pnS4K3NCemaUfEAIRa-Fd7HJm4A9ic8/s320/Capture.JPG" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> <a href="https://www.lds.org/?lang=eng" target="_blank">The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints</a>, teach us, among so many things, "Self Reliance". Although that's a very broad subject one of the points they touch is to be prepare for a case of an emergency either be short term or long term, <u>"BE PREPARE"</u> the 72 hours kit would have all your essentials to help you as you wait to be rescued, including money and your scriptures. But how about long term preparedness?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Church teach us to have a 3, 6 or 1 year supply of food and essentials such as water and paper toilet, monetary savings, and propane gas among other things. Each household determine what's essential to survive any emergency event. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Preparing for any long term event is as easy as buying few extra cans of beans, corn or whatever you household eats in a regular basis. I invite you to add few more cans of tomatoes next time you go shopping, you'll see how it adds up. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Things are unclear nowadays, preparing for a disaster wouldn't hurt. Just in case.</span><br />
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Maureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521484261605411205.post-27859616439719001512017-04-14T11:04:00.001-04:002017-04-14T11:04:30.027-04:00Good Friday?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i> I woke up today thinking about "Semana Santa" or holy week. But the first thing I saw today in the news was the "Mother of all Bombs" was dropped in Afghanistan.. Really?</i></span><div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i> Then it begins. The stations that is. This means for each account in the bible the "procession" will stop at a local home or business to named and pray for forgiveness for causing the death of Jesus Christ. This will go all the way until Crucifixion, often done at the church's door.</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i> Then the mass, the admonition then we all go home. We'll be back Sunday Morning at church to hear about the resurrection and atonement of Christ. Now where the colorful eggs and cute looking bunny came from, has nothing to do with religion. That's a story for another day.</i></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i> About the "Mother of all Bombs" sounds very scary. <strike>I am glad</strike> that every where I read people are foreseen WWIII... (Maybe "glad" is not the right word, I feel like I'm not alone on this thought) </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i> Now North Korea is preparing to strike back against USA if Trump takes a "reckless" military action against them. Trump decided to involve China in this, saying that if the Chinese government doesn't do anything against North Korea he will, China is been caught in the middle, saying "<u>You better knock it off! Don't make me turn this car around, because I will</u>!!"</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i> And this is Friday Morning for ya'll, from Rocky Mount, North Carolina... It's gonna be aloooooooong weekend, brace yourself. </i></span><br />
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Maureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521484261605411205.post-90490759858727478532017-04-07T11:54:00.002-04:002017-04-07T12:21:43.406-04:00Times have changed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: large;"> <span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i> I saw a man wearing an American flag as a shirt, hitting (closed fist) a Hispanic woman, because her opinion contradicts his.</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i> I saw an innocent black man get arrested because He fit the profiled. I saw his mouth get silenced, his opinion being ignored, because he is black.</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i> I saw a man roll his eyes at me, because I was gonna take the empty sit next to him. I felt the tension emanating from his skin, and my fear grow with every breath.</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i> I saw a white man shoot a black boy, from his open garage, because the boy walked on his front yard, and because he was loud.</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i> I saw a white woman, lunch her whole body to this Mexican worker, because he was breathing her air.</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i> I saw a man accusing another of carrying a bomb wrapped around his body. Because he was Islamic.</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i> I saw a group of people insult a foreigner field worker, because he was tired and wanted to have lunch, at the same cafe.</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i> I saw a woman ignore the question of an Hispanic woman. Don't know why.</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i> I saw a white man, talk down a young Mexican woman, because she was thought to respect others.</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i> Times had change. ... Have you noticed?</i></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Did your way of living had regressed 100 years or more?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Have you noticed how acceptable hurting, or mistreating others had become?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Have you noticed yourself?</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Have you changed?</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i> In 25 living in this country, until Now I'm worry about who I am, and how people see me.</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i>Times have changed.....</i></span></span><br />
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Maureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521484261605411205.post-35458704208818275662017-03-26T10:46:00.000-04:002017-03-26T10:46:13.524-04:00Moving to the South<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
This move has been very hard, beside driving over 600 miles with all you own and care in your car, on your own, moving your mind to the south has not been easy either.<br />
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Stopping in Maryland on our way here, I realized the reality of the move, and I broke in tears, perhaps I try to hold my feelings in, but the though of leaving behind all I ever known hit deeply in my heart.<br />
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Getting settled was relaxing and kept my mind occupied, but going out was very extressful, anxiety kicked in in overdrive, and the fear or being around people was overwhelmingly frustrating. Yeah this change hasn't been any easy, things are easier now, as long as I don't go to strange places on my own.<br />
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You might say "Seek a doctor, lady" .... well I did, but, today, my fears are from a different source (maybe when I feel a bit more chatty I'll write about them)<br />
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So as you see, moving this far away was not easy. And perhaps I might eventually write more about it. But for now just know that I'm trying... Hard, very hard to get used to it; but my level of comfort has not reach the point where I can smile and say, I'm truly enjoying the south.</div>
Maureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521484261605411205.post-25638816603316571752017-03-16T10:50:00.001-04:002017-03-16T10:50:32.312-04:00Going Back to the Roots<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i> If that applies 😄 ... A lot has happen since my very last entry. For starters I'm not longer in Connecticut, (as today I don't miss it) 12 inches of snow can run anyone away from the Constitution state, drove over 600 miles to North Carolina, and it's starting to grow on me. </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i> Steven is Living in New York... (Not too happy about it) He graduated from school with a Computer technology degree, and his butt still not working (See? why I'm not to happy about it?) He used to call me every day, now not so much 🤔 (I wonder)</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i> Samantha is in 7th grade and wishes she was in CT. She's doing well. I like how the standards and ratings of the schools over here are greater than her old schools. (including the magnet school) Most of these schools are preparing the kids for college, and many high schoolers are already taking college courses as soon as in 10th grade. (mind blowing) </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i> Me? well .... I'm not working... I'm working out 2 hours a day 5 days a week... But not really working. .... ... It's driving me crazy. I'm keeping myself entertained with small projects and full blown meals.. . But not work.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i> Got to go for now... Will be entering some other thoughts as I come upon them </i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i> BYE!!</i></span></div>
Maureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521484261605411205.post-39076308892416108092014-05-19T14:55:00.002-04:002014-05-19T14:55:58.894-04:00I promise I'll try<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>I've been meaning to write something for my girl friends and I just haven't had the time to do it.</i></span><div>
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Maureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521484261605411205.post-57698436681075961272013-09-25T18:40:00.001-04:002013-09-25T18:40:52.980-04:00Would you be at my Funeral?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Have you ever given a thought of all the people you meet throughout your life?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Do you remember your best friend in kindergarten? How about the kid you liked in preschool, that you happen to punch?........ Remember the principal you had to face after the incident?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> How about first grade teacher? ... ... ... ... .... Hey do you remember the person who made you laugh throughout the whole time you were at the ER after that bad accident?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> I remember many of my childhood friends... .... ... So sad can't remember their names, but I remember the ones who told me the scary stories behind the noises I used to hear during quiet nights. . . </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Also the ones I thought I was crazy in love with..... (still no names).... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> As I grew up I made a note to learn more about the people I met, beside their names; I try to maintain contact as much as I can... But let me tell you a story:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> When I was about 12 or 13 I had this friend, after a long period of illness she passed away, it was my first wake. Seeing her on her coffin so alone and serious made me think.... "I don't think I ever learned her name?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Many things I recall from the time period, many things like her wake I can't void from my mind.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> My point?.... well there were not that many people at her wake, I didn't go to the funeral.... I didn't have anything to say about her. Since then a question had linger in my mind; </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> If I died tonight; </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Who will come to my funeral? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Do you think that my fourth grade teacher, Jorge, will see my obituary and say, "that girl drove me crazy on my days; I think I will see her one more time"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> How about the classmates I had in high school? do you think they will remember the one who use to skip mass, and couldn't dance for beans?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> How about the guys I liked, will they give me a moment of thought, after the knowledge of my passing? ... ... ...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> As a grown up, and in the later days, I came to be in some funerals, But as I sat through them this question lingered in my mind... If the deceased could see who is at his/her's funeral, would they be happy to see the ones he thought forgot him?? .... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Every day and as the days pass, I try to strengthen friendships, but </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">as I talk to friends </span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">the question is in the back of my mind... If I died tonight, would you be at my funeral? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> If you were to pass away tonight you'll be miss by me, I probably will regret that I was not a better friend to you, I will close my eyes and remember something about you, and smile... Would you do that for me?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Would you look at the sky and try to remember where we met? ... ... Would you try to think about the time we ____________ (fill the blank) Would you try to place me on your memory bank?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> You can be assured I will do this things for you...</span><br />
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Maureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521484261605411205.post-44823372003325750392012-10-21T18:34:00.000-04:002012-10-21T18:34:23.080-04:00Non, Rien de Rien<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span class="line line-s" id="line_1" style="border: 0px; display: block; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Non, Rien de rien</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_3" style="border: 0px; display: block; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Non, Je ne regrette rien</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_4" style="border: 0px; display: block; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_6" style="border: 0px; display: block; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ni le bien qu'on m'a fait</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_8" style="border: 0px; display: block; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ni le mal tout ça m'est bien égal</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_9" style="border: 0px; display: block; font: inherit; line-height: 15px; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_9" style="border: 0px; display: block; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> It is funny how children recognize songs in the radio from movies they have seen; when for us the memory comes a bit different . . . </span></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_9" style="border: 0px; display: block; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_9" style="border: 0px; display: block; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Saturday we were watching "Madagascar 3" when the French "animal control lady" started singing "non, je ne regrette rien" probably for you this will be new, my goodness!! it was news for my mom and she is 74 years old.</span></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_9" style="border: 0px; display: block; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_9" style="border: 0px; display: block; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> Non, je ne regrette rien, is a beautiful song from the 1956 which Édith Piaf made famous in 1960 soon before she died, ironic. . . . No regrets.</span></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_9" style="border: 0px; display: block; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_9" style="border: 0px; display: block; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> How do I know this? </span></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_9" style="border: 0px; display: block; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_9" style="border: 0px; display: block; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> In 2007 I came across "<a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0450188/" target="_blank">La Vie en Rose</a>" where <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0182839/" target="_blank">Marion Cotillard</a> brought to life the story of Édith Piaf, I saw the movie then and her story took a piece of my heart. </span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;">Édith Piaf is a forgotten artist but not for many. I'm proud to say I have her music in my I-pod. </span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_9" style="border: 0px; display: block; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_9" style="border: 0px; display: block; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"> I'm overwhelmed about her music, her story, her life; about this beautiful song that tells me "<u>no for nothing, but I have no regrets</u>" and about her last words, "<u>every stupid thing we do in life, we pay for it</u>". I feel sad that I didn't get to meet her, but I'm happy to think that I got to know her.</span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_9" style="border: 0px; display: block; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_9" style="border: 0px; display: block; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;">Enjoy this video, I hope it gives you that love that only Édith Pian can give in her songs. </span></span><span class="line line-s" id="line_9" style="border: 0px; display: block; font: inherit; margin: 0px; padding: 0px 5px; vertical-align: baseline;"><span style="line-height: 15px;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span></span></span><br />
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Maureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521484261605411205.post-61188864830016654462012-10-19T16:12:00.000-04:002012-10-19T16:12:00.232-04:00Blogging For Everyone!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">It's been some time since my last post, as I drive to and from work everyday I think of something interesting to give my opinion or just blog about, but as I sit in front of my husband's laptop, just because mine is broken, I end up without opinion to give. I guess that's a good thing we don't need more people with opinions in this world. LOL . BUT since I like to exercise my freedom of opinion, here it goes: </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> Everyday it's something new, everyday someone gets offended about something: someone that we grew up watching to, dies; or an outrageous thing happens that turns our eyes to the sky asking why? those are the things I would like to blog about... (see?... my opinion) </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> With one hand in the steering wheel and the other one in the shifter I formulate a great conjunction of words to post in my blog, but as I reach my destination the great creation that I had in my mind totally vanish, I guess it takes great dedication to blog about life everyday, like in "Julie and Julia", or like the Roman Mission that posts things about their service. Or my favorite that "SMART" guy who is traveling the world without a penny on his name, yet he's been closer to the Dali Lama that we can ever imagine. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I guess blogging is not for everyone then, it requires you to dedicate your time and means to write something that very few will read, if you're lucky, requires you to be interesting, so you can have some followers, but the most important thing is that requires to "mean" something to you so you can continue doing it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I guess lately my blog has been calling me to come back and get to wringing again... or it could be that I read somewhere that "If you don't use it, you'll loose it" (the blog not your intelligence) lol so I'm here with faith that it won't be two years before I post something again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> There's no promise to the reader that has reach this line so far down my post, that will encourage you to come back at other time to read what's on my mind for the day. I guess I'm the one who needs the encouragement of the reader to inspire me to write again... Or I just shouldn't be lazy and give my opinion anyway. . . We'll see.</span><br />
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Maureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521484261605411205.post-61364195162541510642011-12-01T14:08:00.004-05:002011-12-01T14:50:19.918-05:00Story of a Nose and a Lego. A TRUE STORY<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPYW8sQZAZLWotYmm3iHCRPYMLU4y6YkikZRkB1EivjyelKV5xtOr4DjPY4ky2d6sNZnp7IhR3Bxv4mbHH-9LOWK9ZG868bDw855ufO-tMn8GL4DF-h8X5LWSvmOww83soG6cu-aNhVww/s1600/crayon2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPYW8sQZAZLWotYmm3iHCRPYMLU4y6YkikZRkB1EivjyelKV5xtOr4DjPY4ky2d6sNZnp7IhR3Bxv4mbHH-9LOWK9ZG868bDw855ufO-tMn8GL4DF-h8X5LWSvmOww83soG6cu-aNhVww/s320/crayon2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681241553581214562" /></a><div><div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Let me tell you the story of a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">itty</span> bitty witty Lego and a little boy who we will call Steven. </div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>Steven was a mischievous child perhaps a bit more than others, who one day (or night) decided to put a Lego up his nose.</div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>The Lego wondered up his nostril and decided to stay right at the entrance of his sinus... (the one by his cheek). Meanwhile mommy and daddy didn't know of the mischief little Steven had committed, continued to live a normal life.</div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>But a time came, that mommy decided to bring little Steven to the <a href="http://entwaterbury.com/">ear, nose and throat</a> doctor, just for a check up and to say hi! to a friend from her country. Little that she knew that the visit will became an in office surgery.</div><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Lcu_-RL7q_0Pg67PkyVKWJUdNqqsWrJfyHDbmReIkUztmCudItu_rqZBD4Sn0IdjN-F7efbUjAoEcBz5bjZuedPUXrvHRbkMjviI5I6XpowQvPGy0dooucn2420RYruLzM9yYwYWnhU/s320/camera+023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681246465264205234" /><div><div><br /><div>After almost 2 and 1/2 hours of sucking, pulling, and yanking, little boy Steven was free of the malignant Lego that was calcified and had created and stinking smell.</div><div><br /></div><div>Now little Steven is Lego Free, and the foreign object is in the bottom of an alcohol glass displayed in his room for mommy to laugh about it and have a nice story to tell her grandchildren one day.</div><div><br /></div><div>The End.<br /><br /></div></div></div></div></div>Maureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521484261605411205.post-22874173963218481792011-09-12T07:09:00.004-04:002011-09-12T07:43:06.752-04:00Testimonials Monday<span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" >E</span>very first Sunday of the month, I have that little puff that wants me to give my testimony, but it seems that my heavy body needs something like a tornado to actually get up and give it.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" >W</span>ell since last Testimonial Sunday, I decided that if I just can gather the courage to do it on "THAT" Sunday, I will post it in my blog Monday morning and I will call it "Testimonials Monday" why not? can I do that?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" >A</span>nyway, I have the KNOWLEDGE of truthfulness of the church, I believe that my faith went from a <i>believer</i> to a <i>"<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">knower</span>"</i> of the gospel; the Summer I went to Palmyra and received a personal, <i>Very Real</i>, revelation of the things I had never seen but I deeply believed. I can't say it enough that the church is true, and the teachings within it, without reviving the moment I realized it myself.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" >I</span> don't expect you to believe me, I expect you to question it; to look at my faith with skepticism; to challenge my believes, and to criticize what I do and don't do, "BUT" I would like you to open your mind and your heart while you do it, and perhaps to give a prayer before your journey across my faith.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" >I</span>f you pray to have an open mind and heart, a sense of peace and understanding might fill you in, and your questions would be answer. I say it might because all depends on your prayer.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" >I</span> was introduced to the church at a younger age and thought the basics, soon after I moved on and the church was not longer in my life. Many years later I returned to the church, and I was happy but as I learned more about it, my questions, challenges and skepticism grew. I was there where you are right now, it only took a sincere prayer, and open mind and a contrite spirit to received the revelation I was looking for.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" >I</span> didn't see God or Jesus Christ, through the Spirit of revelation I saw what I needed to see, felt what it was there to feel, and learned what it was there for me to learn.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" >N</span>ow I have the <i>knowledge</i> that I'm here for a purpose, perhaps I haven't figure it out yet but I'm working on it. I know that the church is true, the teachings are there to guide us to our Heavenly Father, I know of the Atonement of Jesus Christ and I'm grateful for it, because it will allow me, and my family to return to our Father in Heaven as a Forever Family.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" >I</span> leave my Testimony in the name of Jesus Christ</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Amen.</span></div>Maureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521484261605411205.post-634757605174261802011-08-25T13:39:00.003-04:002011-08-25T14:10:00.684-04:00Blogging Vs PostingWell I came to the conclusion that Blogging is better that posting.<div>
<br /></div><div>Hear me out for a moment. </div><div> </div><div>To have a blog you need time to register, design and perhaps think what are you going to post. Most of the time your thoughts come from deep inside, your life, your mind, your heart.</div><div>You use pictures to illustrate your point.</div><div>Most of you audience are friends, family or people who are REALLY interested in reading you.</div><div>Blogging shows the real deep inside of you. The real you...</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Posting: . . .</div><div>Take you few seconds to register, and you are stuck with the same generic page than the other 4 million people have.</div><div>Anyone, and everyone can read your posts.</div><div>you have 400 "friends" in your list and perhaps you really know 5 and are acquainted with 7 more. the rest of your "friends" are just gamers that as you, they need someone else to advance in their game.</div><div>Your daily... yeah DAILY!!! post mean rubbish; they reflect what you are doing but not what you really are. It might be that you only have 500 characters to express yourself, and to really know someone you would need more than 500 characters.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>Blogging. . . Posting . . . </div><div>
<br /></div><div>Posting gives your readers the annoying feeling that a bullet in your splint, will feel better than reading about your eggs and spam, and how much you hate the ticket you got. Blogging gives the reader the warm fuzzy feeling you had when you were writing your piece.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>YEAH!!!!!</div><div>
<br /></div><div>EPIPHANY!!! Posting is just a thought, Blogging is Art.</div><div>case close</div>Maureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521484261605411205.post-47806131529677876802010-08-11T08:56:00.003-04:002010-08-11T09:11:45.321-04:00School Time Almost here.I've been enjoying Summer pretty much, not having to wake up at 5:30 am to get Steven ready is been nice, but all throughout Summer vacation I've been up at 6:am.... (not much of a difference)<div><br /></div><div>All of the sudden now in August with only 18 days to school start I'm up at 9 or 10.... (what a life!!!) NOT GOOD, next year Steven have to be at school at 7:AM which means he has to be up at 5:am to be pick up by the bus around 6:15 or so, men being men the kid takes ALL the time possible to get ready and set to go.</div><div><br /></div><div>With seminary right around the corner Steven has more responsibilities to take care of.</div><div><br /></div><div>ANY-WHO.... Life is good as it is right now, getting up late to a hot day of house shores is been .... .... .... (what's the word I'm looking for?) .... ... ... Relaxing? accommodating? <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Da</span>-Bomb? ... not really.</div><div><br /></div><div>The reality is that I'm looking forward to school days, that is the time I have for me, when the house is clean from 8-3 and noisy and dirty from 3 to the next day, that's the time I can go out and do my things, do some reading, some studding, and some work.</div><div><br /></div><div>So yes I'm looking forward to a house of peace and quietness.... </div>Maureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521484261605411205.post-45133208387376402802010-07-30T21:31:00.003-04:002010-07-30T21:42:46.912-04:00Almost FallSummer is about to end, ..... Alright we still have time , funny thing is School starts in one month and according to my clock when I start looking for uniforms is when summer ends...... (does that make sense to you? it surely make sense in my head lol)<div><br /></div><div>Steven will be going to High School this September, and Samantha will be starting first grade, I can't wait to have the house all for my self.</div><div><br /></div><div>With new "school Year" new things will come. I'm trying to get back to my things and that includes the book club, I had a long book, (that now that I think of would have been a good choice for summer reading), anyway instead of the long book, I have a book that was recommended to me few years ago it is call "Horns and wrinkles" by Joseph Helgerson it is a fun book good for all ages.</div><div><br /></div><div>Hope you all like it read more about it here: <a href="http://myfriendbookclub.blogspot.com/">http://myfriendbookclub.blogspot.com/</a></div>Maureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521484261605411205.post-42331693392329617202010-07-19T10:40:00.002-04:002010-07-19T10:43:01.710-04:00I Need You Today<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">I'm in need of words of inspiration, I feel like the spirit don't want to deal with me....</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">Don't get me wrong I'm not doing anything wrong I just don't feel doing what I'm supposed to...</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">It's complicated but I know we all been there.</span></span></div>Maureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521484261605411205.post-85471115634336945022010-04-14T19:18:00.002-04:002010-04-14T19:21:36.829-04:00I had it with the CensusA week before I received the census form, they send me a letter telling me that in a week I was going to receive the form. A week after I receive it I get a postcard asking me to fill and send back the form they sent me the week before.<div><br /></div><div>Now I get a phone call from the superintendent of schools telling me that I need to fill the census form and send it back.</div><div><br /></div><div>what's the deal?</div><div><br /></div><div>way to spend my money!!!</div>Maureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521484261605411205.post-81186255050025869292010-03-30T12:09:00.010-04:002010-03-30T13:03:52.977-04:00Fixing the Van!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqXG54cc66Cn27SMyrxwflS-whT4aDw_ToCS_ThuPbASMPIdssoPXH7zLS3jS8R9KeKGEZDRY8UeaRG4pVcL19gxux9RG3FqRBAimQ018Bs3TdmJrx93V13LqrIEuW7wxFbNXhA5rWDy0/s1600/100_1557.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqXG54cc66Cn27SMyrxwflS-whT4aDw_ToCS_ThuPbASMPIdssoPXH7zLS3jS8R9KeKGEZDRY8UeaRG4pVcL19gxux9RG3FqRBAimQ018Bs3TdmJrx93V13LqrIEuW7wxFbNXhA5rWDy0/s400/100_1557.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454473483720062818" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">aturday was a nice and cold day, with a 5 pages paper and a</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">quiz to study for, I grab my gloves and went to work with Walter....</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Oh Yeah! I worked!! ;) LOL</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">If you don't know, Walter is a certified Mechanic. he went to school so he can work on his own cars but never worked as a mechanic.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Anyway he had done work on BMWs and everything else from<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> there, and last Saturday it was my Town & Country's turn. </span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I've been complaining of tugging and lack of power so beside the fart smell that the van was producing (which I was blamed for plenty of times) Walt suspected that perhaps a failure on the caliber converter would be the issue.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdX15CGDVpIzvKRbKRaNQEJrxKboXQQkA0w3xZa7YkOxdCcfpSe_CXAC4jsdfgWh5xBT_xn6nJJ_rtdAEW547hkZLkU2L5EgJjC2L_VGZ6mW4gEp1VRoFQK8fvIyQDn3sfgYWIZWVaAe4/s1600/100_1556.JPG"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdX15CGDVpIzvKRbKRaNQEJrxKboXQQkA0w3xZa7YkOxdCcfpSe_CXAC4jsdfgWh5xBT_xn6nJJ_rtdAEW547hkZLkU2L5EgJjC2L_VGZ6mW4gEp1VRoFQK8fvIyQDn3sfgYWIZWVaAe4/s400/100_1556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454473475979361122" /></a><br /><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">So the work needs a welder or some kind of tool that I'm surprised Walter doesn't have.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Until Kaynor Tech can check out the Van; I need to be mobile so Walter decided to check the spark plugs.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">We discovered that 3 spark plugs were situated in the from of the van and the other 3 behind the intake manifold, which we had to remove, along with a whole load of cables and plugs, including the air filter tingly... (I can't know everything)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Anyway after hours of unscrewing, removing and braking things, we found out that I was driving (for who knows how long) with two broken spark plugs, that actually look like the originals from the factory.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">We replaced the spark plugs and the cables because it come to be that 4 out of 6 were not getting any power, 3 were originals, and I really mean originals from Chrysler. And fix the brittle cables that we broke (and when I say we I mean Walter broke them).</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">AND fixed two gas leakages I was having (not me the van). So the paper had to wait until Monday because Sunday I van not able to do much, and quiz was completed Tuesday.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Moral of the story: I can get dirty if I want to.. :D LOL</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF_5V-Dox63vzqGTr1qquM04EeUS79iwoPfcxnnYvtIyYvECK7JyhtQy3GKHv2ykidQ2H4ujTGCUFPU8mbsLblmVni-iq-m9DrD8xORGfEnbOUPWyWpx2P0WD2JsrpKqdizv3sJap8yCA/s1600/100_1556.JPG"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSguqvKRu4zfbFF4JqieWtOEJT6iLcWNEsMz4ygxkyN44SixFTbLpMjh_jZwuRhulgY7pEycxrFZlIKOUC17zABiolCSlS72jb0q3c-JOljdEavsHsjxf4ZuPriu20zZruSYjFlSClP7A/s1600/100_1557.JPG"></a></div>Maureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521484261605411205.post-78367510208215645342010-03-18T13:36:00.001-04:002010-03-18T13:38:51.285-04:00Little notes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiXP0yvVQPWFh2UL_E23gisRhx7E-2BHgiNSNpmaR_5nZympJc2yXiwqAEqIicbIU2ukO3JryYzf-PLkalLlULbzkJe_hXr1ZpmT7RUOLpLCqlnVSx3Gd-rRy8a4ZW-0AX1oKJH4UqpIo/s1600-h/ATT00010.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 249px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiXP0yvVQPWFh2UL_E23gisRhx7E-2BHgiNSNpmaR_5nZympJc2yXiwqAEqIicbIU2ukO3JryYzf-PLkalLlULbzkJe_hXr1ZpmT7RUOLpLCqlnVSx3Gd-rRy8a4ZW-0AX1oKJH4UqpIo/s400/ATT00010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450029527169947874" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;">Thanks Evelyn. I got this a while ago I decided to open a window in my blog to post them but until I get a chance to work in the code I just going to blog it. </span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;">Love the little note.</span></span></span></div>Maureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521484261605411205.post-74199141999679530862010-03-16T13:44:00.004-04:002010-03-16T13:53:32.742-04:002010 CENSUS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6ENSwUz3o4/S5_EREPjIYI/AAAAAAAAAss/ZbS5KYHuKis/s1600-h/census+2010.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_v6ENSwUz3o4/S5_EREPjIYI/AAAAAAAAAss/ZbS5KYHuKis/s320/census+2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449289871617368450" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Did you get your letter?</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I just did, but what was the deal with the letter I received last week saying this week I was going to receive my census letter?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Was that really necessary?... anyway over $400 million need to be allocated, if they need somewhere to put them I can lend them my basement.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But if they need someone to spend them I can gather few of my girls and we can help them out.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span><div><br /></div></div>Maureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521484261605411205.post-14325014760159909412010-02-23T11:59:00.003-05:002010-02-23T12:09:44.303-05:00Something new to tell<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6ENSwUz3o4/S4QKZ-oIBpI/AAAAAAAAAsk/mQczoAL_eE0/s1600-h/logoHome.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 166px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_v6ENSwUz3o4/S4QKZ-oIBpI/AAAAAAAAAsk/mQczoAL_eE0/s320/logoHome.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441485691194705554" /></a><br />The US Achievement Academy<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">scholarship foundation</span> has been informed that Steven has given the unusual honor of recognition as a national honor student. <div><br /></div><div>I'm not sure what it means I just know 1. He's getting a full page on the year book, and 2. Steven will be able to apply for a $10.0000 scholarship with them. . .</div><div><br /></div><div>That is good news, I think that life is full of good news we just sooooooo worry about the bad things we lack to see the blessings we are receiving.</div><div><br /></div>Maureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521484261605411205.post-37048413971978132192010-02-11T11:23:00.002-05:002010-02-11T11:30:02.624-05:00new, newsHello <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ya'll</span>!!<div><br /></div><div>Well what's new.... beside the fact that I have not been posting squat, not much. </div><div>School is doing good, I'm in the "President's List Honor" for having GPA average of 3.96 or above. "yes I know"!!! </div><div><br /></div><div>I just finish my term and I think I have two weeks off, I'm not sure when my next term starts, I know is in late February. Next classes are going to be awesome, crime analysis and Computer technology.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have pictures of Walt's baptism. And I am so grateful for my dear friends to whom I can go when I need it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Love you all</div><div> </div>Maureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521484261605411205.post-80902936391228840452009-10-26T23:35:00.003-04:002009-10-26T23:44:20.697-04:00I'M SOOOO SORRY<div style="text-align: center;">I"M SOO sorry I have not being blogging since time before time, but I'll try to be more open, in a nutshell </div>* I'm back in school taking my all time favorite Criminal Justice;<br />* I'm doing good so far.<br />* I lost 26 pounds in about 3 months.<br />* Samantha started Kinder Garden with Alexander, (how fun)<div>* Steven is getting ready to go to Kaynor Tech next year, (we hope)<br />* I got back in touch with old time friends, (very old time)<br />* . . .<br />* I have a new calling.<br />* I'm getting rid of my glasses.<br />* . . .<br />* OH!!!! I'm planing to go to Costa Rica next year.<br />The last one I'm more exited that anything else. I'll be back tomorrow with details on these.<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpYue4ZjW3RTVrTve33z_deO45qf-0yuIsMtj7yu8-fE1SKt8yLxkddClJkHWbKIKINf1mLoc7BO-lDRw6SYktsQDG00Su09xQ94AXlkD1ZS9mt2SytDZNO0k3pwBLgGCFoJ5slZGdfGs/s320/100_1366.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397120340802749266" /></div>Maureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521484261605411205.post-45931224428932470982009-07-14T10:50:00.002-04:002009-07-14T11:49:58.333-04:00Palmyra July 2009There are no words for what I felt there. here I have some of the picks I took<br /><br><br><br><br /><br /><div><embed src="http://widget-63.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=3242591731730575715&site=widget-63.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:400px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3242591731730575715&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-63.slide.com/p1/3242591731730575715/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3242591731730575715&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-63.slide.com/p2/3242591731730575715/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=3242591731730575715&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-63.slide.com/p4/3242591731730575715/bb_t054_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><embed src="http://widget-4f.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&il=1&channel=1801439850972763215&site=widget-4f.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed><div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"><a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1801439850972763215&map=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-4f.slide.com/p1/1801439850972763215/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1801439850972763215&map=2" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-4f.slide.com/p2/1801439850972763215/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a> <a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&at=un&id=1801439850972763215&map=F" target="_blank"><img src="http://widget-4f.slide.com/p4/1801439850972763215/bb_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" border="0" ismap="ismap" /></a></div></div>Maureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4521484261605411205.post-1822182381541856712009-06-07T19:57:00.009-04:002009-06-09T19:01:30.018-04:00Thank you<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Thank you so much for coming to Samantha's Birthday Party, she had a blast and she enjoy so much all her friends coming over to play with her. here are some of the pictures from Saturday.</span></div><div><br /></div>Here we are at Build A Bear Workshop waiting to start our Party, Marlon, our host, was giving us our name tags, yeah! I got one too<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgE3LpCAQUt2cbXuHjipITuGiqNlalr_oZosfrgIMMKezXUAhFMGIYHx8cWeH_UKZ87MD0rL24lITzfiapjoVmkt78pbCmGx17wn0YQvBvQtI3UVG47TwlxOMZEIuXvjJqJW44M2f2SaP8/s320/Samantha's+Birthday+008.jpg" style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345450289157029410" /><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmRzWvznJJDsZiBN68OiCPg6rWgZlswKzx0kheuPz-R23QDztW_4kmHHh5ut1XH-zonR9Imbzm-Wme2lYaZ-QGb4i7Q9gagUCE3i3zzUkjw0-r0vwPOXKszsTjs_CYJDrqfJclPd5pTD0/s320/Samantha's+Birthday+006.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345450286746001666" /><div style="text-align: center;">Alexander and Anastasia were so patient waiting.</div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicY5SjmSlJNzS4aUfJ9ClRUd8iwixoBI3KxybUr6Sk8HbAr_Ui2Dd3xhyphenhyphen3okNy1vjc-Kc-H93-ETMk3CJQA726dCZme6TOb0ilS_gYW_8ny9NFIYqvHiFoXb8cE4HTYyOj1NI6JBhPwYQ/s320/Samantha's+Birthday+009.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345450292583172850" /><div><div style="text-align: center;">plenty of little faces. It was very cute to see all her friends</div><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2ckQDigiEI0y6f5iA5ICTrGaRQxHdnOC4rh3PWvXU7fTTgmc6KomnTRU-MTZGa6h7syo9fME1F7srRZWAZ3bjce6bEGJZMdRlfju6qZpIX1HXmiQM58YDE_pk399Q05S_7PCGMEs1G-8/s320/Samantha's+Birthday+010.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345450302784857058" /><div style="text-align: center;">This is Marlon ↓ very nice guy with looooots of patience.</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikLWs4y_fR3lYnSo4EdC1KjuCPDkWVIoQ7yckCXAF9jB_N2mO1TTMrjtafxnRN0xZyVWKP_JX95ywc-sGkdrr-R8GF0241KpooYPX865E5ESz9vgHLRKx4FJ-tSB4vyx10QpN31-IxuLs/s320/Samantha's+Birthday+012.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345450313715764082" /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr1n2YREHega2_thKmbXZXgPFoxE-Kj-Y5PBC9xn4mPw2NNL7Tl3otX6u5VJaNZaiTjuqrKg2_RI9JbGw8Ed1B47HswXvScBaOeS4n0_jvSnF99_FEFV9dfaGTuc4_WCJigeZDgshF-Zg/s320/Samantha's+Birthday+014.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345463356881177186" /><div>◄= Time to bathe the bears</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">↓Picture time Stella!!! ☺</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNN-C7WtkAVA0ansgn5UQeTzoxh_3H02ufnKIVSLY_Omk0mhQ9267-svIuhenO80ubIc5QZmHOlKqwRixtomH1DPwOl1FnGrgfwHqrK6GojceYmI6TIwhBTL8v1413KWnxNm3iaOzQkcs/s320/Samantha's+Birthday+016.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345459760615575826" /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">↓There we go!!! Now, SMILE☺</div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ21zy7-XHZwycOr3vPGjK_BiMZC0BsArW8fQip6oj8VrmA-_cxOJ0j82HqCXoNlAp8E0eHfPI0F2D1WgVk6wUbNLO0JPSKlkbVDQn8F8DL7lX1V6ZKtQeXb9lCk7SJgLHfflx3SgkLlo/s320/Samantha's+Birthday+017.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345459355792630178" /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center; ">Time to put those 5 year old lungs to the test</div><div style="text-align: center; ">Make a wish!!!</div></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEdWS_itY7eOqTXqDPCY625mmY96fbpLWquWNGD6FMLVDk7p4jfW1miiI5Zh0LqXrMzUqSqnl7uhQkxxFft2cANi_ALN35u3cbYlVjeWoeiOuY4tg0pg0Ex_OKO7gbwfpN12MYOwz1nBg/s320/Samantha's+Birthday+020.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345461400116039554" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: center;">Present time is the best.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Thank for all the beautiful gifts</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMFqfPLsWDcVtlVgcmHGsMCSyVUfnCxOdK3WRHwyN9Y33CqGc6s1ME93OtyGugF91OZBR04JPRECv4kH5TOtmWmyh66X7EFfkqKJ2h5eDQq5TDcwuVRu-HBZ1woMivzeeeHfmZ3GPLRsk/s320/Samantha's+Birthday+024.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345461405353290130" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Mommy and Daddy bought me this "Big Girl's Bike" </div><div style="text-align: center;">so now I can ride with my friends"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBGnSFVlVGk3FnpSMvIXUDbTyqyhqA1ncwckPsuZ0oFjaME8S4VgOX_nezDkGPb2Y6RIPjFRMXElauEEgozJ8j8BKll5Y_o4Hm1g6NkHGUOS3bvtL085LMTvOvfcmJvWxCLtu7blL-VGk/s320/Samantha's+Birthday+036.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345461415018545074" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large; ">"Happy Birthday Samantha"</span></i></div></div>Maureen serranohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10670767945759926191noreply@blogger.com1