<?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-389892880128686937</id><updated>2012-02-10T00:04:49.089-05:00</updated><category term='halloween'/><category term='CHD'/><category term='tapvr'/><category term='baby boy'/><category term='PICU'/><title type='text'>Bluemeya</title><subtitle type='html'>a work in progress.... but glad you're here.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bluemeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13789226509165094830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sl5G_iAg3PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1gx_CEv59ME/S220/preggymia.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389892880128686937.post-5386367557912417088</id><published>2011-03-20T02:43:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T04:25:57.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you, Mommy</title><content type='html'>Here is my youngest and my little heart warrior, Jacob. We just happened to catch him with the " I love you" sign!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swVH_xpo-wE/TYWjYAxHaiI/AAAAAAAAAQc/1Og1dlmuOzI/s1600/IMG_8214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swVH_xpo-wE/TYWjYAxHaiI/AAAAAAAAAQc/1Og1dlmuOzI/s320/IMG_8214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586050545741163042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of you know that Jacob was born  with a&lt;b&gt; Congenital Heart Defect ( CHD) &lt;/b&gt;and had open heart surgery at 14 hours old.  His heart defect with &lt;b&gt;Total Anomalous Pulmonary Venous Return (TAPVR)&lt;/b&gt; and we had not idea of his condition until he was born BLUE and with rapid breathing issues. He was in the hospital for over a month in recovery. He came home on a feeding tube (NG) for several months then graduated to normal bottle feedings. He also a few other issues but I will save that for another time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is doing well and loving life. We are so proud of him. And of course, when he gives us that smile, we just melt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you too, Stephen Jacob!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mommy&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389892880128686937-5386367557912417088?l=bluemeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/feeds/5386367557912417088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=389892880128686937&amp;postID=5386367557912417088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/5386367557912417088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/5386367557912417088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-love-you-mommy.html' title='I love you, Mommy'/><author><name>Bluemeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13789226509165094830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sl5G_iAg3PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1gx_CEv59ME/S220/preggymia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-swVH_xpo-wE/TYWjYAxHaiI/AAAAAAAAAQc/1Og1dlmuOzI/s72-c/IMG_8214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389892880128686937.post-8038037173177788373</id><published>2011-03-15T03:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T03:59:25.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>International Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Family and Friends of RJ and Adrianna. Some of whom traveled from 17 different countries to celebrate and witness this joyous event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S4G50jSBS8M/TX8V4EMNh1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/g4R263gHVyY/s1600/rj%253Aadrywedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S4G50jSBS8M/TX8V4EMNh1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/g4R263gHVyY/s320/rj%253Aadrywedding.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584206115904522066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/389892880128686937-8038037173177788373?l=bluemeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/feeds/8038037173177788373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=389892880128686937&amp;postID=8038037173177788373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/8038037173177788373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/8038037173177788373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/2011/03/international-love.html' title='International Love'/><author><name>Bluemeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13789226509165094830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sl5G_iAg3PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1gx_CEv59ME/S220/preggymia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S4G50jSBS8M/TX8V4EMNh1I/AAAAAAAAAQU/g4R263gHVyY/s72-c/rj%253Aadrywedding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389892880128686937.post-6733889457802077161</id><published>2011-03-12T00:40:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T05:30:51.505-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goonies!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night before the wedding we were invited to a famous restaurant in Bogota. It was wonderful! Dancing nonstop all around our tables. The food was crazy good that you just could NOT stop eating. All of us were going into the wee hours of the night salsa dancing. My legs and feet were sore, but when you're in a latin country NO ONE will let you sit. So dance I did! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I had the pleasure to sit next to an amazing, strong, powerful, respected Latina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;drumroll please......~  Lupe Ontiveros ~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIbreydgN1o/TXsKFMNdzHI/AAAAAAAAAQM/HXmcf5zdsa4/s1600/IMG_3319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIbreydgN1o/TXsKFMNdzHI/AAAAAAAAAQM/HXmcf5zdsa4/s320/IMG_3319.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583067247349189746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you cannot fault me for placing this picture up. If you know me, I am an extreme GOONIES fan. Watched it growing up, loved it and raising all my kids on it! My kids have watched all the 80's movies ( pertaining to their appropriate age groups)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was in &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Goonies, Selena, Desperate Housewives etc &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; She was also a guest at the wedding and spend the week with us. She was amazed that there were over 17 different countries represented in the guest list and most of us were Deaf. This was a huge deal for Colombia.  The deaf and/or disabled are treated not so well in a third world country. Their education is lacking and their futures are limited. She got the word out in the city and the newspapers came calling. I think it was nothing sort of a miracle what she accomplished. I wish I had the link to the newspaper article. If I find it I will come back and link it here. It is in Spanish but was powerful. We had an interpreter translate it for us while we were there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most important reason why I posted this was she taught me something. We should advocate at every possible moment. Everywhere we go in this world is a chance to make a difference. Awareness and Advocacy is import. Each moment counts. She is correct. That struck a cord in me. It made me realize that I need to something. Even something small will have a impact on someone's life. It makes me ponder how to use this when it comes to CHD awareness. Fun and Advocacy can go together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every moment counts. Everywhere we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am blessed to have met her and  hope to meet again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/389892880128686937-6733889457802077161?l=bluemeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/feeds/6733889457802077161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=389892880128686937&amp;postID=6733889457802077161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/6733889457802077161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/6733889457802077161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/2011/03/goonies.html' title='Goonies!!!!'/><author><name>Bluemeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13789226509165094830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sl5G_iAg3PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1gx_CEv59ME/S220/preggymia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hIbreydgN1o/TXsKFMNdzHI/AAAAAAAAAQM/HXmcf5zdsa4/s72-c/IMG_3319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389892880128686937.post-6631754136989060174</id><published>2011-03-10T23:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-15T03:49:25.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste of India</title><content type='html'>I got a special treat while I was in Columbia. &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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tgvm2ALCB3Y/TXmijiMrXDI/AAAAAAAAAP0/S4WQ6w7a0Hg/s1600/IMG_3293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tgvm2ALCB3Y/TXmijiMrXDI/AAAAAAAAAP0/S4WQ6w7a0Hg/s320/IMG_3293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582671944461540402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was invited to an Indian dinner hosted by the bride's cousin and his girlfriend. I have to tell you, it was AMAZING! The host is Nicolas Van Hemelryck. He is an Colombia photographer who was selected by the Columbia Embassy and The Indian Embassy to showcase photos of the Amazon. The Exhibition's purpose was to help promote awareness of conservation and respect for Mother Nature. He was selected among thousands of photographers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He  had just returned from a 3 month stay in India where his photos were on Exhibition. He traveled the country and took some beautiful pictures.We got to see a few of the thousands he took. I feel it is only fair to invite you to view his website. I am blessed to have met him. His photos speak to the heart and really invite you to his world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nicolasvanh.com/"&gt;http://www.nicolasvanh.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the point...... They did a great job and the food was just nothing sort of delicious!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;India is now on my list of places I want to travel to.  Someday, somehow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389892880128686937-6631754136989060174?l=bluemeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/feeds/6631754136989060174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=389892880128686937&amp;postID=6631754136989060174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/6631754136989060174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/6631754136989060174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/2011/03/taste-of-india.html' title='Taste of India'/><author><name>Bluemeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13789226509165094830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sl5G_iAg3PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1gx_CEv59ME/S220/preggymia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tgvm2ALCB3Y/TXmijiMrXDI/AAAAAAAAAP0/S4WQ6w7a0Hg/s72-c/IMG_3293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389892880128686937.post-6758394857943861680</id><published>2011-03-09T11:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T01:11:39.075-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreaming of Sisga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BWRSz66JGwk/TXe0yR8q0eI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YqZsSUR0d0A/s1600/IMG_3196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BWRSz66JGwk/TXe0yR8q0eI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YqZsSUR0d0A/s320/IMG_3196.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582129039053345250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4vMSV7WZ6Es/TXeyu8mljAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0M58XsMSb58/s1600/IMG_3197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4vMSV7WZ6Es/TXeyu8mljAI/AAAAAAAAAPc/0M58XsMSb58/s320/IMG_3197.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582126782760717314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ThGI4os7ABo/TXewDFklj0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/TegIttNkzH0/s1600/IMG_3204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ThGI4os7ABo/TXewDFklj0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/TegIttNkzH0/s320/IMG_3204.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582123830230748994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Columbia, South America&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RQryuCumLjk/TXevEYs859I/AAAAAAAAAPM/5VwOj-9jtvo/s1600/IMG_3196.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took a trip there with some friends last year for their wedding. I was invited to fly down earlier and see a little more of the country before everyone else arrived. The brides mother and aunt invited me to come along to their lake house in Sisga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I saw a small piece of heaven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Note:  "Heaven is a place on Earth" by Belinda is now playing in my head.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They own a cottage on a lake in town. The cottage was actually without electricity that weekend due to a flood in the area that took out the power lines. This was actually when Colombia was in a state of emergency and there was massive floods in various parts of the country. It was great being there with candles and making due with fruits and whatnots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was serene and peaceful in the way of getting back in touch with nature. We sat around, read novels and told ghost stories. It was exciting and freaky. I ended up telling the bride that her groom would be sleeping alone that night. She had to share a room with me because it was just tooooo scary after the ghost stories. Can you imagine, me at 36 and still being scared silly! Good heavens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to blog about my trip but just tried to learn how to upload several picture and how to type between the pictures. You can tell I have NOT mastered it yet. But I got three pictures in! Thats a good start. I guess its good to write about one part of the trip at time? Should I go with a theme week? I haven't a clue the best way to do this. For now, this is one part of the trip. Come back. I will have some more pictures of the wedding and some cool events that happened! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389892880128686937-6758394857943861680?l=bluemeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/feeds/6758394857943861680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=389892880128686937&amp;postID=6758394857943861680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/6758394857943861680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/6758394857943861680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/2011/03/dreaming-of-sisga.html' title='Dreaming of Sisga'/><author><name>Bluemeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13789226509165094830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sl5G_iAg3PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1gx_CEv59ME/S220/preggymia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BWRSz66JGwk/TXe0yR8q0eI/AAAAAAAAAPk/YqZsSUR0d0A/s72-c/IMG_3196.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389892880128686937.post-5655666353168972671</id><published>2011-03-07T23:45:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T00:16:56.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-waqRV2RV-ro/TXW6XHv95uI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ktJoFDYJTmY/s1600/IMG_6923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-waqRV2RV-ro/TXW6XHv95uI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ktJoFDYJTmY/s320/IMG_6923.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581572219575592674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a headache for the past two days. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Head hurts pretty bad. Also the things &lt;b&gt;INSIDE&lt;/b&gt; my head hurt pretty bad.  My thoughts ran rampant through the &lt;b&gt;Valley of Insanity, Over the Mountain of Chaos and Down the River of Tears.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes, That pretty much sums it up.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look, life for me is crazy. I got four kids to raise. Their education and social well-being as been left to me.  I gotta deal with making sure they have food in their belly, laughter on their mind and love in their heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also gotta try to remember to take care of me. I have to appear sane and well-adjusted on any given day. I save the raving, crazy, crying episodes for night when the kids are in bed. When I am in the comfort of my bed and under the covers. Blankets make for good soundproofing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dealing with budgets, mortgages, life insurance, health insurance, food shopping, gas, family obligations, among countless other insane things a normal American family worries about. Its overwhelming and Taxes - don't even get me started on that. Its endless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really am amazed at how much us, as parents, have to process over a lifetime, much less on a daily basis. Today was a long workday. Also factoring in all the housework I had to do and I am still not done. I did spend a good deal of the day with the kids and we made a great pasta dinner. That was fun. Kids all did their chores and off to bed at a reasonable time. House is presentable and then I think..... wait...I gotta do it all again tomorrow.  Oh, man........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only thing that really gets me through this.. is all the hugs and kisses my kids give me everyday. Even on &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crazy-Momma- Has- Lost-Her-Mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; days.... they still love me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wouldn't have it any other way.... except maybe a glass of wine for the headache.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389892880128686937-5655666353168972671?l=bluemeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/feeds/5655666353168972671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=389892880128686937&amp;postID=5655666353168972671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/5655666353168972671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/5655666353168972671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/2011/03/insanity.html' title='Insanity'/><author><name>Bluemeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13789226509165094830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sl5G_iAg3PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1gx_CEv59ME/S220/preggymia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-waqRV2RV-ro/TXW6XHv95uI/AAAAAAAAAO8/ktJoFDYJTmY/s72-c/IMG_6923.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389892880128686937.post-5158353432873145063</id><published>2011-03-05T00:26:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-05T00:56:40.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Me. New Me.</title><content type='html'>What did I do today that was different for ME?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to the Gym today and did my daily workout. Had a pounding headache and my legs were aching...but I did NOT leave. I wanted to, badly, yet I stayed. I did not do the complete workout. I adjusted and did some other workouts  Stayed the full two hours. I even had my lunch there. There was something about fighting that urge to leave that felt like a workout itself.  Then when I realized that I didn't leave.... I felt like I just accomplished something major.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Go with me on this.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Old me.... would have given up, used the pain and headache as an excuse to leave. Thus going back to the old system of not really following through with major things and ended up right where I started. It happens a lot. Not intentional but things pop up, I get distracted  and my mind gets scattered to the point where I give up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baby steps. But each step is a step in the right direction. And however small it may be to someone else, it is &lt;b&gt; huge&lt;/b&gt;  to me.  I am patting myself on the back. I deserve it. It  has been three weeks of working out. I feel better. I do have more energy.  I am enjoying going to the gym. I am enjoying getting out of the house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So brings me to this blog that I am writing. I didn't know what to write when I sat down. I started with my evening routine. The kids are in bed and I caught up on reading some of my favorite blogs. I wanted to just go to sleep but I knew....  like the gym.... if I don't write something, anything... then I may end up failing on this blog. So I started with the above sentence and then this is what came out of my mind.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its something...  and thats what matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389892880128686937-5158353432873145063?l=bluemeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/feeds/5158353432873145063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=389892880128686937&amp;postID=5158353432873145063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/5158353432873145063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/5158353432873145063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/2011/03/old-me-new-me.html' title='Old Me. New Me.'/><author><name>Bluemeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13789226509165094830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sl5G_iAg3PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1gx_CEv59ME/S220/preggymia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389892880128686937.post-4016992636694513149</id><published>2011-03-04T00:00:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T00:17:44.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Planning A Family Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yAT9iRrA5uc/TXByF-IqJhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/FDcO9_vEtp0/s1600/IMG_6821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yAT9iRrA5uc/TXByF-IqJhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/FDcO9_vEtp0/s320/IMG_6821.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580085385216271890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is a picture of the kids when we took them to Davis, West Virginia last summer. Only picture I had on the computer of them in water and warm! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Family Vacations are a must-to-do. Its important to spend time together outside of your home and daily life. Take a break, recharge and take kids on adventures. I want to give my kids more then just traveling to places and coming home. I am focusing more on education and experiences when we go out of town. Its nice to show them the history and stories of the places we go to.  They actually enjoy it and set up quizzing each other. Its cute... until I fail a question then they  'buzz" me out of the game. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason I'm posting this is today I have been trying to finalize plans for our next family vacation. Its somewhat chaotic planning a vacation for a family of 6. Saving $$ for the trip, looking for deals and packages. In this economy, every penny counts. So the whole day was checking, double-checking... and just the stress took its toll on me. Thus why I need a vacation! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited. I need a nice break with the kids. Need some sun and seafood. We've had such crazy, wacky and unpredictable cold weather that a nice dose of sea breezes and warm sun rays are just what this mama needs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Success! I posted two days in a row! Whew. The evening routine is feeling good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389892880128686937-4016992636694513149?l=bluemeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/feeds/4016992636694513149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=389892880128686937&amp;postID=4016992636694513149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/4016992636694513149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/4016992636694513149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/2011/03/planning-family-trip.html' title='Planning A Family Trip'/><author><name>Bluemeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13789226509165094830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sl5G_iAg3PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1gx_CEv59ME/S220/preggymia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yAT9iRrA5uc/TXByF-IqJhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/FDcO9_vEtp0/s72-c/IMG_6821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389892880128686937.post-5671752615726986240</id><published>2011-03-02T21:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T01:09:52.945-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lady and her Rooster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ar-N3sP0l1E/TW8ACyGTV5I/AAAAAAAAAOs/_URrKLTx9M8/s1600/IMG_6984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ar-N3sP0l1E/TW8ACyGTV5I/AAAAAAAAAOs/_URrKLTx9M8/s320/IMG_6984.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579678511143278482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         Today I needed some inspiration to get this blog going. As luck would have it, I saw one of my best friends online and ended up chatting with her. I read up on her blog and got all caught up with some of the adventures she has posted on her ever popular blog :&lt;a href="http://mountainmama-jenny.blogspot.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://mountainmama-jenny.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mountain Mama&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; She has a quick wit, a handy and hilarious approach to  looking at life.  She writes about her family and life in the country. She shares her tips and ideas on shopping with coupons to feed a family of 7 people, a dog, some cats and I have no idea how many chickens. Which brings me to this picture here of her with one of her roosters. I love this picture. She is my hero right now in blog world. She's found her ' blog groove'.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with that in mind and a new computer. (I've joined the Apple World and got a Mac) I  am now able to do pictures, blogging, website and whatever else my mind can conjure up.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'm on a roll.... New Lifestyle. New Me. Well... not new... but definitely Improved and Calmer Me.  Here is what I'm doing or working on.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----Apple Classes to learn the new computer. Blogs, pictures and Websites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----Cooking Classes at William- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sonoma&lt;/span&gt; * free!!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----Gym Girl- Been hitting the gym 5 x a week and working with personal trainer. Gotta take care of me in order to better take care of my 4 kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I will post more on this blog. I notice nighttime is a good time. I'm well rested and ready for bed. House is quiet. Kids are snug in their beds sleeping. ( On a good day!)I can post about the events of the day. And I want my best friend to be able to keep up with the adventures that happen here just as I am able to keep up with hers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hats off to a Great Lady and her Rooster. Thanks for the inspiration today! Missing you tons!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mia&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389892880128686937-5671752615726986240?l=bluemeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/feeds/5671752615726986240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=389892880128686937&amp;postID=5671752615726986240&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/5671752615726986240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/5671752615726986240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/2011/03/lady-and-her-rooster.html' title='A Lady and her Rooster'/><author><name>Bluemeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13789226509165094830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sl5G_iAg3PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1gx_CEv59ME/S220/preggymia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ar-N3sP0l1E/TW8ACyGTV5I/AAAAAAAAAOs/_URrKLTx9M8/s72-c/IMG_6984.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389892880128686937.post-1590295299291397496</id><published>2010-06-22T00:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T00:57:21.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I should be....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/TCA3FbDm2TI/AAAAAAAAANg/9VvtoYBG_iM/s1600/florida2010+206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/TCA3FbDm2TI/AAAAAAAAANg/9VvtoYBG_iM/s320/florida2010+206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485444912439023922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Sea. A boat. A deep sea fishing rod. The beautiful blue sky.... this is where I should be......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;home bound&lt;/span&gt; from a blood clot and a mini stroke! Seriously! Are you kidding me? I'm 35!! Its not possible. Yet, here I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK. The picture may throw you off but its a better picture then me laying in a hospital bed! It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; pretty! I'm been pondering setting up a bed2bed salon service at the hospital. I would be racking it in! 5 days and no one to do my hair! Come on, already!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK ...... getting serious here..... it did happen. Out of the blue. Two days of the worse pain in my right arm. Nothing made sense. By 3am in the morning, after crying for 3 hours straight, I hightailed it to the ER. Of course, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; look like I'm in any serious condition.... but by the time they did the ultrasound on my arm....  I knew every ER doc and the nurse! They were running into my room! It was serious! I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; believe it. By this time it was almost noon the following day and I had no sleep and no pain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;. They did some CAT scans and send me home with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;. Cranky did not even begin to describe my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got home, took a 4 hour nap, woke up... then all hell broke loose! Husband tells me the right side of my face was "dropping" and my speech was slurred. I got up and was walking into the walls when I was aiming for a straight line. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;BAM&lt;/span&gt;! Off to the ER I go again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did 4 days worth of testing. Anyone who tells you being in the hospital will allow you to get some rest! I think not! Being awoken every hour for something or another. More tests, more blood work... * you know they took 15 vials of blood in one sitting!!*  I was like. : Ma'am... I 'd like you to leave some blood in me so I can stay alive." She started cracking up and I was DEAD SERIOUS!. I wasn't laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm home. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Under house arrest&lt;/span&gt; to be more clear. I feel pretty good. A little 'balloon head' kinda feeling but otherwise I'm better. Got physical therapy coming to the house 3x a week to get my right leg &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;moving again with more power. I need to be able to drive! She says I'm doing good. Shes tough and funny. Perfect combo to get me doing all those exercises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... after all of this,............. Its a huge wake up call! For me. To start taking care of myself. I don't do a very good job of that. I'm always taking care of the kids or the husband. And things have been so crazy for the past couple of years, that I really threw myself under the bus and let everyone just run me over! Well, No More! I'm gonna worry about me for a while. I have to. I have done everything for everyone else except me. My kids need me alive. My kids need me happy. There are going to be some big changes around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, where do I start?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389892880128686937-1590295299291397496?l=bluemeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/feeds/1590295299291397496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=389892880128686937&amp;postID=1590295299291397496&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/1590295299291397496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/1590295299291397496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/2010/06/where-i-should-be.html' title='Where I should be....'/><author><name>Bluemeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13789226509165094830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sl5G_iAg3PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1gx_CEv59ME/S220/preggymia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/TCA3FbDm2TI/AAAAAAAAANg/9VvtoYBG_iM/s72-c/florida2010+206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389892880128686937.post-1545291746604127900</id><published>2010-06-12T00:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T02:23:04.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Been  A While.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/TBMLyey5ODI/AAAAAAAAANA/68mBaigroks/s1600/florida2010+295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/TBMLyey5ODI/AAAAAAAAANA/68mBaigroks/s320/florida2010+295.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481738133327919154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Howdy!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd drop a line here in case anyone does drop by. Haven't posted in almost a year. I will be posting again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've actually been having more time to sit on the computer and read other peoples blogs. I have been getting on Facebook and following blogs that are of interest to me. Its overwhelming I confess. My head is full of so much that I want to share... I don't know where begin. The internet is full of so much about web designs and blogs.... that I'm trying to learn how to do it all and what to post. Bear with me... I'm learning. I do hope you come back time and time again as I navigate the blog world yet again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My earlier post showed that I have a baby who was born with a heart defect. Life has been hectic since then. I have not had the mental time to write and post. I wanted to share that he is doing well. He will be 1 at the end of the month! Its been almost a year! Its honestly a blur........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had open heart surgery at 14 hours old. He was in the hospital for over a month and come home with a feeding tube ( NG) He has a small bit of other medical issues but is overall just a happy baby! I will post more information about his medical issues....but honestly I just wanted to  kick myself in the butt and POST SOMETHING!! Get myself started and then take it from there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have ordered a few books online and they are being delivered.... books about heart defects. I will start reading them and posting little bits along the way about what I learn. I also have been meeting people online that are involved in CHD awareness. I'm reading, learning and relating with them. It gives me peace of mind to know that we were not alone in what we went through. It also gives me great sadness that there is not enough awareness of heart defects. I knew NOTHING about CHD till I delivered my baby boy. And I had to learn FAST! Having his open heart surgery at 14 hours old.... give me no time to understand anything that was happening. It truly is a blur. I am still having issues with what happened. Now that we are coming up to his anniversary/birthday.....  the memories are coming back. Its not easy. I confess. The raw emotions are overwhelming and I'm tackling it with information, research and reaching out to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say a prayer everyday for my son Jacob, my children and other heart families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me time and I will be a force to be reckon'd with in the fight for CHD awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As this blog comes along............ I will find my voice. I will learn about how to post information, links and whatnots. The web world is huge. I'm learning....till next time~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Heart Hugs~&lt;br /&gt;Mia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389892880128686937-1545291746604127900?l=bluemeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/feeds/1545291746604127900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=389892880128686937&amp;postID=1545291746604127900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/1545291746604127900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/1545291746604127900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/2010/06/been-while.html' title='Been  A While.....'/><author><name>Bluemeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13789226509165094830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sl5G_iAg3PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1gx_CEv59ME/S220/preggymia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/TBMLyey5ODI/AAAAAAAAANA/68mBaigroks/s72-c/florida2010+295.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389892880128686937.post-8122893785039807080</id><published>2009-07-19T22:52:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:07:13.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl!~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SmPddLKBqjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/MgOVZVTjW3Y/s1600-h/marisols+bday+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SmPddLKBqjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/MgOVZVTjW3Y/s320/marisols+bday+024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360371474781809202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Birthday Girl. Can you believe it? Andrew and I are amazed that our little baby girl is now 12 years old! I really do remember her being a baby. I remember her smell when she was born. I remember the LABOR PAINS! I remember it all as if it were yesterday. Here she is growing into a wonderful young lady borrowing my clothes and stealing my flip flops! How we LOVE her and are so proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, Beautiful Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SmPctr5fiII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/piDv98NZN_w/s1600-h/marisols+bday+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SmPctr5fiII/AAAAAAAAAJ4/piDv98NZN_w/s320/marisols+bday+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360370658937112706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all went to dinner. We had someone staying with Baby Jacob while I dashed out of the hospital for an hour. The restaurant was next to the hospital so I was fine with leaving to celebrate her birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SmPcZXe0GSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BlTwUxYkkGg/s1600-h/marisols+bday+031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SmPcZXe0GSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/BlTwUxYkkGg/s320/marisols+bday+031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360370309859121442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Daddy with his little girl! Andrew was so proud of her. He remembers when she was little and now she is almost as tall as him. He loves his little girl! She is Daddy's Girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389892880128686937-8122893785039807080?l=bluemeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/feeds/8122893785039807080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=389892880128686937&amp;postID=8122893785039807080&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/8122893785039807080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/8122893785039807080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/2009/07/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl!~'/><author><name>Bluemeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13789226509165094830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sl5G_iAg3PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1gx_CEv59ME/S220/preggymia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SmPddLKBqjI/AAAAAAAAAKI/MgOVZVTjW3Y/s72-c/marisols+bday+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389892880128686937.post-5106444559291078806</id><published>2009-07-19T22:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T22:44:09.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Brother and Big Sisters!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SmPZIxNpZnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/rytz9cuW_wU/s1600-h/Jacob+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SmPZIxNpZnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/rytz9cuW_wU/s320/Jacob+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360366726173779570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Anabel with her Baby brother. She LOVES being a BIG sister!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SmPYy6dHibI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ae943Y5-yJ4/s1600-h/Jacob+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SmPYy6dHibI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ae943Y5-yJ4/s320/Jacob+043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360366350697466290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Joseph. He is THE BIG BROTHER. He is also has claim to Jacob to be a Dallas Cowboy Fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SmPYgvE0JBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Bez28z7kbz4/s1600-h/Jacob+052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SmPYgvE0JBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/Bez28z7kbz4/s320/Jacob+052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360366038405096466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oldest sibling, Marisol. She is such a great role model and very attentive to Jacob. When she holds him, she will NOT let go. Its amazing to watch the kids bond with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Happy Family of Six!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389892880128686937-5106444559291078806?l=bluemeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/feeds/5106444559291078806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=389892880128686937&amp;postID=5106444559291078806&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/5106444559291078806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/5106444559291078806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/2009/07/big-brother-and-big-sisters.html' title='Big Brother and Big Sisters!'/><author><name>Bluemeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13789226509165094830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sl5G_iAg3PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1gx_CEv59ME/S220/preggymia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SmPZIxNpZnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/rytz9cuW_wU/s72-c/Jacob+048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389892880128686937.post-2386056847627099431</id><published>2009-07-18T19:30:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T20:08:00.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stephen Jacob</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SmJbRI8uNKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lwNpPLlr55U/s1600-h/mail.google.com.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SmJbRI8uNKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lwNpPLlr55U/s320/mail.google.com.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359946856542385314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of our new Baby Boy, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stephen Jacob!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have more at home but these are the pictures I have on my laptop. Again, I'm living at the hospital with Jacob. I wanted to share with you how beautiful our little baby boy is!  His older siblings were able to hold him for the first time. I am still trying to upload those pictures but no luck at the present time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Happy Hugs from All of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob, Anabel, Joseph, Marisol, Andrew &amp;amp; Mia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389892880128686937-2386056847627099431?l=bluemeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/feeds/2386056847627099431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=389892880128686937&amp;postID=2386056847627099431&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/2386056847627099431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/2386056847627099431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/2009/07/stephen-jacob.html' title='Stephen Jacob'/><author><name>Bluemeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13789226509165094830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sl5G_iAg3PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1gx_CEv59ME/S220/preggymia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SmJbRI8uNKI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/lwNpPLlr55U/s72-c/mail.google.com.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389892880128686937.post-6210650942268264275</id><published>2009-07-15T14:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T15:40:37.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CHD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tapvr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PICU'/><title type='text'>Life in PICU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sl4hdMyexzI/AAAAAAAAAII/KVIpZCCfoC4/s1600-h/starkid100x73.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 73px; height: 100px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sl4hdMyexzI/AAAAAAAAAII/KVIpZCCfoC4/s320/starkid100x73.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358757392150349618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A New Journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Baby is 14 days old. We have been in the hospital since he was born. When he arrived in this world he was whisked down to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NICU ( Neonatal Intensive Care Unit)&lt;/span&gt; There they discovered his heart defect &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;( TAPVR)&lt;/span&gt; and scheduled him for open heart surgery to repair it. We were blessed to have delivered him at a hospital that is renowned for their Heart and Vascular Institute program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the successful surgery, Baby went up to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PICU ( Pediatric Intensive Care Unit)&lt;/span&gt; He has been here for 14 days. The doctors, nurses, case managers and coordinators are absolutely the best. They have been working with Baby and us as a family. They have been supportive and compassionate.  I have literally moved into this floor. I'm here all the time. My grandmother and father come by to watch him so I can go home to shower and spend some time with the older children. My husband comes in the morning to be with me and get all the updates from the doctors when they do their rounds. To find out how Baby has been and if they plan to do the next surgery to repair the paralyzed diaphragm. So far, baby is recovering and they do not feel they need to do the surgery today. Each day is a new day. He is still breathing fast and has some issues but they want to give him time to heal and see how he does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he was moved from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PICU &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PIMC ( Pediatric Intermediate Care) &lt;/span&gt;Which is a step in the right direction. They still have not ruled out the surgery and if they do the surgery, he will go back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PICU &lt;/span&gt;for recovery. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PIMC&lt;/span&gt; is one nurse to two patients. Which is good. He is being monitored and evaluated. A whole team of new people have been added to his recovery program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Speech Therapist- she will help evaluate his feeding skills and airway protection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; His is currently on a feeding tube and oxygen assistance. He is on level 1 today. Which is great. His feeding tube is ND so until it goes back to NG he will not be practicing with bottle feeding. ** I plan to breastfeed. I am pumping every two to three hours. Doctors are feeding him with MBM&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ( Mothers Breast Milk)&lt;/span&gt; and their goal is to have him feed from the breast sometime later in his recovery. The breastfeeding topic is for a later post! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Physical Therapist-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will help with development and how his body moves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby's reflexes are good and seems to respond to the therapist quite well. He is strong for his age and being a 3 week early preemie. She is overall positive with his evaluation today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Occupational Therapist- specialists in his movement and abilities needed to participate in daily life (play, self-calming-family interaction. Also play skills and visual skills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baby is going well. Today he was fussy and had a hard time with self-calming. She showed me how to hold him chest to chest. I admit I was worried with hurting him considering his open heart surgery. She assured me he was fine and at this point that is what he needs. I was thrilled to hold him to my chest. He slept for a while and I was on cloud nine! yay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still has his original team of Pediatric Cardiac Surgeons and Pediatric Cardiologist. They check in on him approx. 4 to 5 times per day alongside 4 resident doctors per shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PIMC&lt;/span&gt; room is cozy. The colors are purple and green. The room is quiet. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PICU&lt;/span&gt; was full of beeps, flashes and constant noises.  The room in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PIMC&lt;/span&gt; has its own bathroom with a shower! Yay! I don't have to go home everyday for that! TV/DVD, CD player ( provided by Bradys' Smile ; will elaborate on that in a later post) Overall a much calmer room and I feel I can see the light at the end of the tunnel towards going home with Baby. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PICU&lt;/span&gt; is hour by hour and was hard for me to see past today towards the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this blog will be the beginning of me talking about this new journey we are on with Baby and having a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;child with a heart defect&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(CHD)&lt;/span&gt; I have three older kids and I will talk about them also. The family dynamics have changed. Adding a new baby to the household will do that. We are blessed that Baby is part of our lives. He is a tough little cookie and seriously just makes me happy. The older kids are in love with him and very adaptable to the situation. We learn as we go. We are a family and we're glad you're visiting this blog and hope that you come along this journey with us. If you are going through something like this, or have been through something like this please feel free to share your thoughts or experiences. Send me emails or post comments. I am joining local organizations as well as National Organizations. I plan to post blogs daily, several times a day ( whenever a thought pops up) or as often as Baby allows me to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very tired and happy mom of four crazy, wonderful kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389892880128686937-6210650942268264275?l=bluemeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/feeds/6210650942268264275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=389892880128686937&amp;postID=6210650942268264275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/6210650942268264275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/6210650942268264275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-in-picu.html' title='Life in PICU'/><author><name>Bluemeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13789226509165094830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sl5G_iAg3PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1gx_CEv59ME/S220/preggymia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sl4hdMyexzI/AAAAAAAAAII/KVIpZCCfoC4/s72-c/starkid100x73.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389892880128686937.post-2931129036432893069</id><published>2009-07-12T10:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T10:48:46.249-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tapvr'/><title type='text'>A New Baby Boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SlnyZ4zPMlI/AAAAAAAAAH4/CD-snJZfkSw/s1600-h/baby_stork_boy_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SlnyZ4zPMlI/AAAAAAAAAH4/CD-snJZfkSw/s320/baby_stork_boy_lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357579758291858002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new baby boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We welcomed our new baby boy on June 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at 10:05pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came into this world at 7lbs 13 oz. Full head of hair and the cutest little nose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was born with a rare heart defect called Total Anomalous Pulmonary Venous Return&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TAPVR&lt;/span&gt;) He had open heart surgery at 14 hours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;after&lt;/span&gt; his birth. He has been recovering in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pediatric&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Intensive&lt;/span&gt; Care Unit ( &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;PICU&lt;/span&gt;) since then. His heart surgery is successful. His developed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;complication&lt;/span&gt; with his lungs. His left diaphragm is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;paralyzed&lt;/span&gt; and causing him to have rapid breathing and there is talk of another surgery to help with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today he is still in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;PICU&lt;/span&gt;. His heart looks good. His breathing is still fast. He is on oxygen assistance and a feeding tube. I have been pumping breast milk since he was born. I have a freezer full of milk and in need of more freezer space. I will be storing some over at my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;grandmother's&lt;/span&gt; home for a while.  They did give him my breast milk at one week of age but there was issues from surgery so they went to a formula with less fat. They plan to return him back to breast milk sometime today or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tmw&lt;/span&gt;.  I honestly do not know when I will be able to breastfeed him naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, June 11 I was able to hold him for the first time. I was in awe of how light he was and how beautiful he looked in my arms. My husband came later that evening and got to hold him also. I will post pictures when I can. I am using the laptop at the hospital. I sleep overnight at the hospital and rarely go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past13 days have been amazing. Baby is such a tough little cookie. He has been progressing so well that the doctors are amazed. He is still "critically sick" as they say but is doing well and they are hopeful that his recovery is moving along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 13 days of stories to tell and I hope I will be able to share with you. I am just getting settled into a routine and my train of thoughts are more relaxed. Its been a string of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;doctors,&lt;/span&gt; medical information overload and just running on autopilot. I am blessed to have such a huge support system of family and friends.  I cannot begin to thank everyone enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post more information along the way. Pictures as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I will get to play with Baby more. and hold him more upright. They tell me it will help his lung muscles and I am all for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bless you and your families!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389892880128686937-2931129036432893069?l=bluemeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/feeds/2931129036432893069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=389892880128686937&amp;postID=2931129036432893069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/2931129036432893069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/2931129036432893069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/2009/07/new-baby-boy-we-welcomed-our-new-baby.html' title='A New Baby Boy!'/><author><name>Bluemeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13789226509165094830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sl5G_iAg3PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1gx_CEv59ME/S220/preggymia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SlnyZ4zPMlI/AAAAAAAAAH4/CD-snJZfkSw/s72-c/baby_stork_boy_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389892880128686937.post-9056823835423420996</id><published>2009-06-22T15:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:10:40.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me Out to the BallGame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sj_iAW2yypI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/M0oTiI3AzLU/s1600-h/fathers+day+2009+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sj_iAW2yypI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/M0oTiI3AzLU/s320/fathers+day+2009+004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350243378102717074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;color:#000000;"&gt;"Take me out to the ball game,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;color:#000000;"&gt; Take me out with the crowd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;color:#000000;"&gt; Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;color:#000000;"&gt; I don't care if I never get back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;color:#000000;"&gt; Let me root, root, root for the home team,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;color:#000000;"&gt; If they don't win it's a shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;color:#000000;"&gt; For it's one, two, three strikes, you're out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:-1;color:#000000;"&gt; At the old ball game."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathers Day 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Daddy to the Nationals Stadium in DC. I had the kids dressed up in the cutest shirts ever!. I got them down in Florida from Universal Studios.  Before anyone asks, I have one more for the new little one due soon. " Thing 4". I love Dr. Seuss and his books. I have read them all to my kids and still to this day I break out in laughter and grins when I read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't realize how "big" I was getting until I saw this picture! Whoa, Mama! Seriously? There is another kid in there? I have to give birth again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the baseball game, Daddy was sure pointing out all the babies. Their outfits, their strollers, how many times the babies were shuffled back 'n forth between their parents.  We laughed so much realizing we were going through this again. He was enjoying every moment and started getting really excited about the baby. We had one small backpack between us. ( for the raincoats) and I was just pondering how many things I'll be bringing with me when we go out with the baby. ( Strollers, diaper bags, toys  etc etc..) I know we're blessed with the three older kids. They are excited and they will be a huge help.  They have plans for the baby that don't include me and the husband. I wonder if I'll ever see my baby once the kids get a hold of him.  *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day went great. It was sunny and breezy.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't have asked for a better day.&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't have asked for a better man to be the father of my kids.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, honey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389892880128686937-9056823835423420996?l=bluemeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/feeds/9056823835423420996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=389892880128686937&amp;postID=9056823835423420996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/9056823835423420996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/9056823835423420996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/2009/06/take-me-out-to-ballgame.html' title='Take me Out to the BallGame'/><author><name>Bluemeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13789226509165094830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sl5G_iAg3PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1gx_CEv59ME/S220/preggymia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sj_iAW2yypI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/M0oTiI3AzLU/s72-c/fathers+day+2009+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389892880128686937.post-5573328818897697629</id><published>2009-05-19T12:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T12:38:41.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Forgive me.&lt;br /&gt; This is a test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see Family Photos. click here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/heisleygang/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/heisleygang/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389892880128686937-5573328818897697629?l=bluemeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/feeds/5573328818897697629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=389892880128686937&amp;postID=5573328818897697629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/5573328818897697629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/5573328818897697629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/2009/05/forgive-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Bluemeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13789226509165094830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sl5G_iAg3PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1gx_CEv59ME/S220/preggymia.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389892880128686937.post-7597972478389778655</id><published>2008-11-07T12:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T12:32:01.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SRR2Z88ExBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/sxc_P3oe0oo/s1600-h/falltheme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 100px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SRR2Z88ExBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/sxc_P3oe0oo/s320/falltheme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265964052529857554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="huge"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                                                         ~Robert Browning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its my favorite season of the year! I love the colors and the smells. I love driving down the country roads with all changing leaves and just feel transformed. I love the scent from the bonfires in the backyard. I love wearing my sweaters, sweatshirts and long pants. I miss my soft boots and the many, many , many scarfs I have. I love changing the scarfs daily. The colors and patterns. My scarfs tend to convey my mood for the day. I'm starting to gather a collection of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My house is decorated with all things ORANGE! I have the orange fall leaves on my windows.. I have craft pumpkins all over the house. I'm one of those who likes to have the house fit the season. I have orange lights outside. I have orange candles in all the rooms. Now .... I dont want ya'll to think I have this insane orange colored home. I have my brown furniture and with green accents everywhere. I'm totally into brown and green. The colors of nature.  Then each season I incorporate the given colors into my brown and green. It works wonders for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog will be short today but I plan to take the kids for a day trip to visit Shenandoah Mountains and Blue Ridge Mountains. The view is priceless. Hopefully we'll get in a visit to our friends out in the country as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still quite new to this. I have thoughts and ideas of what I want to put on my blogs yet I haven't trained my body to go, sit on the computer and actually implement them! I have started reading other peoples blogs and in awe of the range of creativity that is out there. They have ideas and I'm slowly finding my niche. Right now I haven't figure it out but I will...... I'm in no rush.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogs are beautiful. I'm really enjoying them now. I grew up writing in journals but they were always for my eyes only. Now its a cultural event to have journals for the whole world to view. Its amazing and I'm slowly jumping on the bandwagon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389892880128686937-7597972478389778655?l=bluemeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/feeds/7597972478389778655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=389892880128686937&amp;postID=7597972478389778655&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/7597972478389778655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/7597972478389778655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-fall.html' title='Happy Fall'/><author><name>Bluemeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13789226509165094830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sl5G_iAg3PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1gx_CEv59ME/S220/preggymia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SRR2Z88ExBI/AAAAAAAAAFk/sxc_P3oe0oo/s72-c/falltheme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389892880128686937.post-7891583757425196443</id><published>2008-11-02T14:14:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T17:37:53.811-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SQ4bP1ildGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nUZOlJOuZ4A/s1600-h/halloween+450.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SQ4T94UovaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bXKQJI2Y6qU/s1600-h/halloween+450.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SQ4T94UovaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bXKQJI2Y6qU/s320/halloween+450.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264166968254578082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Happy Halloween!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had a great fun filled day! I was at school all day for their Fall Parade plus helping out in la Nena's class room. We made geese head/hats for the boys. The girls were dressed up in a "pile of leaves" costume. We stapled fallen leaves onto old brown shopping bags. It worked out great! They looked adorable! Papito had tons of snacks as well as crafts. Mamita carved out pumpkins for the annual school fall parade. The school also made it into a math project where they had to measure, weight, count seeds etc. It was interesting. We had many parents come out to participate and help in the classroom parties. I was wiped out! ..........then we came home and got ready for the neighborhood Halloween Block Party.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SQ4bP1ildGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nUZOlJOuZ4A/s1600-h/halloween+450.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SQ4bP1ildGI/AAAAAAAAAFc/nUZOlJOuZ4A/s1600-h/halloween+450.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SQ4bBlt4GOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/44hnnUV1yvQ/s1600-h/halloween+448.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SQ4bBlt4GOI/AAAAAAAAAFU/44hnnUV1yvQ/s320/halloween+448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264174728561039586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids came home and they carved pumpkins. The neighbor hosted a Spooky Haunted House and everyone was looking forward to it. The school assistant principal and gym teacher drove by to experience the haunted house! Those who dared to go in...... eventually came out spooked yet happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SQ4a0UPRbTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Dtwg5QiU69o/s1600-h/halloween+456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SQ4a0UPRbTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Dtwg5QiU69o/s320/halloween+456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264174500530974002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SQ4akFyz2kI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3JIwpfVgbFo/s1600-h/halloween+470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SQ4akFyz2kI/AAAAAAAAAFE/3JIwpfVgbFo/s320/halloween+470.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264174221775592002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; la nena "The Hollywood Starlet"                                           Papito "Star Wars Clone Trooper"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SQ4abT4bfrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/PAWtlwrejdA/s1600-h/halloween+487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SQ4abT4bfrI/AAAAAAAAAE8/PAWtlwrejdA/s320/halloween+487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264174070938435250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                       Mamita " Candy Corn Witch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After hours of walking... yes, the kids wanted to knock on every door in the neighborhood, we settled in for a movie. They eventually did fall asleep...... holding onto their bags of candies!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/389892880128686937-7891583757425196443?l=bluemeya.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/feeds/7891583757425196443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=389892880128686937&amp;postID=7891583757425196443&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/7891583757425196443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/389892880128686937/posts/default/7891583757425196443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bluemeya.blogspot.com/2008/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>Bluemeya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13789226509165094830</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/Sl5G_iAg3PI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1gx_CEv59ME/S220/preggymia.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SQ4T94UovaI/AAAAAAAAAD0/bXKQJI2Y6qU/s72-c/halloween+450.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-389892880128686937.post-5168605563659645894</id><published>2008-10-23T22:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T22:46:40.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is this really me talking? I have no idea where I am going with this. I just know I have to start somewhere. Instead of wasting time figuring out that perfect topic to start with... I'm simply going to start with hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo here is goes again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange on how I'm not sure which direction to go. I have so many different topics to talk about and yet i cannot bring myself to narrow it down to a generalized idea.&lt;br /&gt;I am a mother.&lt;br /&gt;I am a wife.&lt;br /&gt;I am a daughter.&lt;br /&gt;I am a granddaughter.&lt;br /&gt;I am a sister.&lt;br /&gt;I am a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I am what I am.... and then some.....&lt;br /&gt;I am ME.....with a shot of coquito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SQE0ypkY6QI/AAAAAAAAACs/SZt_TOC9b2o/s1600-h/coquito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 78px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GEONiwgDVt8/SQE0ypkY6QI/AAAAAAAAACs/SZt_TOC9b2o/s320/coquito.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260543884502034690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coquito&lt;/b&gt; is an &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eggnog" title="Eggnog"&gt;eggnog&lt;/a&gt;-like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alcoholic_beverage" title="Alcoholic beverage"&gt;alcoholic beverage&lt;/a&gt; that is traditionally served in &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Puerto_Rico" title="Puerto Rico"&gt;Puerto Rico&lt;/a&gt;. Coquito is made with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rum" title="Rum"&gt;rum&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egg_%28food%29" title="Egg (food)"&gt;eggs&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coconut_milk" title="Coconut milk"&gt;coconut milk&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Coconut_cream" title="Coconut cream"&gt;coconut cream&lt;/a&gt;, sweet &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Condensed_milk" title="Condensed milk"&gt;condensed milk&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cinnamon" title="Cinnamon"&gt;cinnamon&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nutmeg" title="Nutmeg"&gt;nutmeg&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cloves" title="Cloves" class="mw-redirect"&gt;cloves&lt;/a&gt;. The drink is commonly associated with the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas" title="Christmas"&gt;Christmas&lt;/a&gt; holidays, where it is traditionally served along other holiday food. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now... you prob wanna know why I put this here...... Its a tribute to my Spanish heritage. I live the American Life and little  bits and pieces of Spanish culture pop up here and there. Its part of me. My upbringing. My family and my culture. So this is why I have this as the title of my blog.  Kept popping up and stuck in my head... so here it is. ( yes for those alnon'ers... I know..I know.....BUT its who I am... so I ain't worried.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I learned this past summer.... "one day at at time".  This quote should apply to everything in life. Every goal and dream we have.....  should begin with "one day at a time"  I like quotes. I live for them. They pop up in the oddest places at the oddest times. I get inspiration from quotes. You will see lots of quotes  in my blogs.  Its a thing of mine. Get used to it. Its my mantra lately.... I see if everywhere!.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go into a lengthy explanation of myself and who I am...but I don't want to. Not tonight. I guess I will do it bit by bit. Its easier and more fun and I'm in no rush.... nor should you be. I don't know who I am entirely... I have a generalized idea. I have 34 years of information so far....yet I'm not done. I have more to discover. More to learn and more to teach. I have a journey in front of me. I'm looking forward to it. At the present moment yes..... Some days I don't feel much like getting outta bed....but I have to ....  the world keeps moving whether I get up or not.......so I may as well get going with it and make life interesting along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said earlier... I like quotes... and I also like poems, songs and sayings. Things pop up every so often that will set off a train of thoughts.... and my thoughts sure do take off with them. Some days them make sense .....some days they don't. That's fine with me. We're not supposed to understand everything that happens in life... some things are far beyond our understanding....yet I agree to let it go and enjoy it. Somehow. I hope you'll come along for the ride. 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