tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11893234975222197922024-03-04T22:03:01.277-07:00I Haven't Even Begun to Procrastinate!Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04755633805594585193noreply@blogger.comBlogger175125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189323497522219792.post-35402668689303345572012-10-19T03:24:00.001-06:002012-10-19T03:24:31.421-06:00Time Flies<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's October already. I can't believe it. <br />
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I looked at my last blog post and it was over 4 months ago. I haven't forgotten about my blog, it's just that with Facebook it's easier to keep in touch with our friends and family. Plus, I don't even know that my blog is even read by anyone anymore. If you do happen to check my blog regularly, let me know and I will be better about updating it.<br />
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Since my last post, I have been at home, being a mommy. Motherhood is different than I thought it would be. The TV commercials make it out to be one thing, and you have the baby at home and it's completely different. It's even further than the commercials if you are an adoptive parent. All the baby books are geared toward after giving birth. They talk about breastfeeding, post-pregnancy bodies, hormones, etc., which is expected. I do have one baby book that has one teeny section for adoptive parents. Meh. It would be nice if there are any doctors/nurses/psychologists out there who are adoptive parents that would write a book about "Baby's First Year for the Adoptive Parent", or something like "So You've Adopted a Baby, Now What?", you get my drift. I am not complaining, it's just that there are not a lot of books that I have found specifically for parents of an adopted newborn. If anyone has any suggestions, please share!<br />
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As Mike and I wade through our first year of parenthood, we are enjoying the "firsts". Sophia's first smile, first laugh, crawling, and the latest... her first teeth! She will be 9 months old at the end of this month and I wonder where the time has gone. For so many years I longed to be a mother, half my life. It seemed like it would never happen, and shortly, my baby will be a year old. I need to pay attention, she will be all grown up if I blink.<br />
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In other news, I am helping a friend get a non-profit organization started. I will be on the Board of Directors. I am very excited about that. It is an organization geared toward helping mothers in our area. I know it's vague, but it's still in it's infancy and we haven't quite pinned down the mission statement. <br />
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I have also changed my major in school... again. I was going to get my degree in Graphic Design, now my major is Business Management. It just fits. The non-profit will be the second business that I will have helped build and it just feels natural to have a degree to back up my experience.<br />
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I have been feeling EXTREMELY homesick for California. I have expressed my feelings to my hubby on many occasions (I am sure he is sick of hearing it). So, we are working toward relocating back to the Mother Land. It's going to take a bit of time, since we have to sell our house first. This is not the market for selling. So, we just have to hope it turns around soon. <br />
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I think I have caught my blog up to date with the "goings on" of our lives. <br />
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In case I don't see you later, Good Afternoon, Good Evening and Good Night!<br />
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Our dream came true yesterday. We have had our beautiful little girl since the day after she was born. We have always considered her our daughter, but having it made official, in a court of law, made it real, made it permanent. <br />
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Before we went to court, my nerves were getting the best of me. I felt sick to my stomach and my breakfast almost made a reappearance. I just couldn't believe it was happening, but it did. <br />
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The judge was so nice, the hearing was quick and I cried as it was made official. <br />
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I finally climbed my Mt. Everest... and the view is amazing.<br />
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We have had our sweet girl almost 3 months now. It has been a roller coaster ride and the biggest learning experience of my life.<br />
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That life isn't about me and what I want anymore. It is about providing for our daughter and doing what is best for her.<br />
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Doing things when I want at the exact time I want is a thing of the past. I have to schedule my life around what works best for our child.<br />
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Hot meals are a luxury. It seems that she is hungry when I am and I have learned to like cold or reheated food. </div>
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Showers need to be quick. Not that I took a long time before, but now, they happen in the blink of an eye.</div>
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Patience is a necessity for motherhood. It was necessary while waiting to become a mother and even more so now. </div>
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Being critical of other parents was easy before I became one. I can understand why other parents say, feel and do certain things now. I used to silently judge them, but as much as I don't want to admit this, it was because I didn't understand. </div>
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That no matter how frazzled or frustrated I get, her smile makes everything right again. <br />
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OH, there are so many more things that I have learned and have yet to learn. I am looking forward to the journey.<br />
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Introducing our beautiful daughter Sophia. She was born January 29th, 16 days early! Our birth mother almost delivered in the car. It was close, but they did make it to the hospital (BARELY!!). She was born in the hallway at the hospital!<br />
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We were able to spend several hours at the hospital with our birth mother before going back to Mike's brother's house in Albuquerque. We stayed there waiting for the relinquishment hearing that took place in Grants, NM. <br />
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We attended the hearing at the request of our birth mother. After it was over, she handed me a letter before she left. I sat in the hall of the court house and read the letter. It was so beautiful. I just sobbed. All of the emotion that I had been holding in, waiting for this to happen came out. <br />
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We feel so blessed and humbled to have this sweet spirit in our lives. <br />
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Thank you to all of you who have supported us through this long and uphill journey to parenthood. <br />
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We put together a paper profile and she presented our profile (along with a few others) to the birth mother. After what seemed like FOREVER, our attorney called us to let us know that the birth mother chose us!!!!!!!<br />
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So, if all works out, we will be parents in February!!!<br />
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Best. Christmas. Ever!<br />
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My husband REALLY liked it, (honestly, so did I). It is another keeper recipe. <br />
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The blog I found it on adapted this recipe from the Pioneer Woman. I adapted it yet again.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The marinated chicken. Can you see the basil and pepper??? Ohhhh... the goodness!<br />The "juice" is some of the marinade and water from the chicken. <br />The excess liquid does evaporate. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The sauce was REALLY lemony and that is why I adapted the recipe. <br />It's not that I don't like lemon, but it totally took over the flavor of the sauce.<br />I also omitted the capers. I am not a fan of them.</td></tr>
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Chicken<br />6 Tbsp lemon juice<br />6 Tbsp olive oil<br />2 Tbsp minced garlic<br />2 tsp salt<br />1/2 tsp black pepper<br />
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12 Tbsp lemon juice<br />
1 Tbsp minced garlic<br />
1 pint half and half (or heavy cream)<br />
½ tsp nutmeg</span></div>
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2 Tbsp capers<br />
2 cups grated <b><u>fresh</u></b> parmesan cheese</span></div>
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Chicken<br />
Combine first 6 ingredients in Ziploc bag and mix well. Place chicken in
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rest. In same pan, melt butter over
medium heat. Whisk in chicken base, garlic and lemon juice. Pour in
half and half and nutmeg then whisk until hot. Add the parmesan cheese,
basil and capers, then heat until cheese is melted. Toss in pasta.<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Slice chicken into strips and serve over pasta.</span></span><br />
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<img align="left" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z78/mikerin3/Tammy%20Gonzales/signaturefinalcopy.png" style="border: 0;" />Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04755633805594585193noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189323497522219792.post-41921655813447669762011-11-22T15:30:00.001-07:002011-11-22T15:36:30.344-07:00The Baking Has Begun!The past two days have been filled with the aroma of Thanksgiving. Cinnamon......pumpkin.....apple.... oh yeah. <br />
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Pies, cookies and cakes. Oh man. I love the holidays! <br />
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<img align="left" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z78/mikerin3/Tammy%20Gonzales/signaturefinalcopy.png" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" />Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04755633805594585193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189323497522219792.post-72230185776629495272011-11-14T19:57:00.001-07:002011-11-14T20:21:39.414-07:00Snickerdoodle BlondiesI have been cooking and baking for years. I have read all sorts of blogs are all about baking and cooking. I got to thinking, why not put the stuff I make on my blog. <br />
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I am not as organized, sophisticated or good at photographing food as many others, I usually don't even think about taking pictures until I am done, but oh well. <br />
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Here is the finished product:<br />
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Although they don't taste exactly like a Snickerdoodle cookie, they are delicious!!!<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Snickerdoodle Blondies</b><br />
<i>http://reciperhapsody.wordpress.com</i><br />
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<i>Cookies:</i><br />
2 2/3 cups all-purpose
flour<br />
2 teaspoons baking powder<br />
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon<br />
¼ teaspoon ground nutmeg<br />
½ teaspoon cream of tartar<br />
1 teaspoon salt<br />
2 cups brown sugar, packed<br />
1 cup butter, at room
temperature<br />
2 large eggs, at room
temperature<br />
1 tablespoon vanilla
extract<br />
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<i>Topping:</i><br />
2 tablespoons granulated
sugar<br />
1 teaspoon ground cinnamon<br />
pinch of nutmeg<br />
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Preheat oven to 350 degrees
F. Spray 9×13-inch pan with nonstick spray, line pan with parchment and
let it hang over the sides, then spray the parchment with nonstick spray
too. (The parchment is optional but creates nice handles to lift the bars out
for easier cutting.) In a medium bowl, whisk together flour, baking powder,
cinnamon, nutmeg, cream of tartar and salt; set aside. In a large bowl, cream
together butter and brown sugar with an electric mixer (3 to 5 minutes). Mix in
eggs, one at a time, then vanilla, beating until smooth. Stir in flour mixture
until well blended. The batter will be thick. Spread it evenly into the
prepared pan. Spray your hands with cooking spray and use them to pat the
mixture down evenly. Combine the topping ingredients in a small bowl; sprinkle
evenly on top of batter. Bake 25 to 30 minutes or until surface springs back
when gently pressed. Let pan cool completely. When ready to cut, use ends of
parchment paper to lift out baked bars. Place on a cutting board. Use a large, sharp
knife to cut into bars.<br />
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<i>Makes 20 to 24 bars</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<img align="left" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z78/mikerin3/Tammy%20Gonzales/signaturefinalcopy.png" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" />Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04755633805594585193noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189323497522219792.post-85948250007876627572011-11-13T20:11:00.001-07:002011-11-13T20:39:03.060-07:00Braised Chicken with Tomatillos and JalapenosI was watching the Food Channel and Ann Burrell was on making this dish. I normally don't make things I see off the food network, but this looked too good not to try!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the chicken simmering in the tomatillo and jalapeno mixture</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This is the sour cream with the lime zest and lime juice.</td></tr>
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<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN5epVKllCsDCfTjp-Fn1_TvmWmU2ZuyMEDbSp7r5X_gAJdoAgVpocnccl02TlMiQLFEW4zkqNDx5BHziD3Ak9tjW-zi_mhIWVOXjj0GRBrvQxNO9uf2_UxwgwaG8ibhxrqXfHSR0uQ1Nh/s1600/2011-11-13_19-49-35_43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="180" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhN5epVKllCsDCfTjp-Fn1_TvmWmU2ZuyMEDbSp7r5X_gAJdoAgVpocnccl02TlMiQLFEW4zkqNDx5BHziD3Ak9tjW-zi_mhIWVOXjj0GRBrvQxNO9uf2_UxwgwaG8ibhxrqXfHSR0uQ1Nh/s320/2011-11-13_19-49-35_43.jpg" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The finished product!</td></tr>
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I had to make a few slight adjustments to the recipe, just because of what I had in the house. I only had 3 tomatillos, so I used 2 tomatoes. I also used boneless, skinless breasts. I left the seeds of both jalapenos in there. It gave it some heat, but not too much. <br />
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Now, I have not perfected my food photography. It looks so much better in person.<br />
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Whenever I make a new recipe, I always have my husband take the first bite and wait for his reaction. If it was really good, he'll shake his head and say "oh man". I got my "oh man". It was delicious!! <br />
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So, without further ado, here is the recipe:<br />
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<b>Braised Chicken with Tomatillos and Jalapenos</b><br />
From Ann Burrell<br />
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">6 tomatillos, husked<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">2 jalapenos<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Extra-virgin olive oil<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">4 chicken thighs, trimmed of
excess fat and skin<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">4 chicken legs<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Kosher salt<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">1 large onion, diced<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">3 cloves garlic, smashed and
finely chopped<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">2 cups chicken stock<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">2 limes, zested and juiced<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">1/4 cup chopped fresh
cilantro, plus a few more leaves for garnish<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Lime Sour Cream:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">1/2 cup sour cream<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">2 limes, zested and juiced<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Directions<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;"> Preheat the grill.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Place the
tomatillos and jalapenos on the grill and cook until the skins char and
blister, 10 to 12 minutes. Remove the tomatillos and jalapenos from the grill
and let cool.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Coat a large,
wide straight-sided saute pan with olive oil and bring to medium-high heat.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Sprinkle the
chicken generously with salt. Add the chicken legs and thighs, skin-side down,
to the hot pan. Brown the chicken well on all sides. Remove from the pan and
reserve.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Ditch the excess
fat from the pan and add a few drops of new oil. Add the onions, season with
salt and cook until the onions are very soft and aromatic, 7 to 8 minutes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">While the onions
are cooking, coarsely chop the tomatillos and reserve. Chop the jalapenos into
1/4-inch dice and reserve with the tomatillos. If you want to tone down the
heat, remove the seeds from the jalapenos before chopping.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Add the garlic to
the pan with the onions and cook for 1 to 2 minutes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Add the reserved
tomatillos and jalapenos. Stir to combine and add the chicken stock, lime juice
and zest. Taste and season with salt if needed (it probably will).<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Return the
chicken to the pan and bring to a boil. Reduce to a simmer and cover. Cook for
15 minutes.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Remove the lid
and let cook for 15 more minutes. This will allow the stock to reduce. Taste
for seasoning and adjust if needed.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">For the sour cream: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Combine the sour
cream with the lime zest and juice and reserve.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Remove the
chicken from the pan and stir in the cilantro.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="font-size: 11.0pt;">Spoon the sauce
over the chicken, sprinkle with cilantro leaves and serve with the lime sour
cream.</span></div>
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Many months ago, I deleted our adoption blog. I have spent half the night trying to build another one. Luckily for us, the blog address that we had used previously was available again! <br />
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I wanted to approach it differently this time. This new design is an extension of our profile on It's About Love.org. I won't be posting on it very often. I will mostly just be adding photos and information. <br />
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So, my friends, we are asking that you please help us spread the word that we are hoping to adopt. If you would like to link our adoption blog to yours, please feel free. <br />
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Our adoption blog address is: <a href="http://oureternalcircle.blogspot.com/">http://oureternalcircle.blogspot.com</a>/<br />
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Thank you for all the support you have shown us.<br />
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Much Love,<br />
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Yesterday, a friend in need called me and took me up on that offer that I had made to her just a few days ago. I have to say, I was so glad she did. <br />
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In our church, we are taught that if you are having troubles of your own, serve your fellow man. I know that may sound weird to some folks, but I tested that theory today and, it's true. I have been down about our failed adoption, and it is so easy to hide myself away and become a hermit, letting my heart be consumed by sadness over this. My friend calling me was the smack upside the head that I needed to remind me that other people are going through trials and have needs too. <br />
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In the midst of helping her today, it gave me a reprieve from my sorrows and gave me a resolve to look for opportunities to serve others.<br />
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So, if you ever need anything, just let me know....<br />
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<img align="left" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z78/mikerin3/Tammy%20Gonzales/signaturefinalcopy.png" style="border: 0;" />Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04755633805594585193noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189323497522219792.post-88736316015423707602011-09-25T00:52:00.000-06:002011-09-25T00:52:18.348-06:00Empty Arms and Broken HeartsAs you all know, my husband and I were in the process of adopting a baby boy. <br />
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Unfortunately, our birth mother couldn't go through with the adoption and decided not to place her baby. The worst part is the way she did it. There was no discussion, no explanation. She more or less took the baby and ran. We haven't heard from her since.<br />
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Needless to say, we are angry and devastated. <br />
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In just about two weeks, my life is going to change forever. If all goes as we would like it to, I will have a new title.... Mother. </div>
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It is so close and yet still so far. I can see the finish line, I am exhausted, my nerves are shot, but we are still full of hope and anticipation. Until papers are signed, I will not be able to relax or even breathe. </div>
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I will be taking a break from posting for a while. We need to finish preparing both our house and our hearts for baby. </div>
<img align="left" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z78/mikerin3/Tammy%20Gonzales/signaturefinalcopy.png" style="border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px;" />Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04755633805594585193noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189323497522219792.post-41587826736184721912011-08-07T21:20:00.000-06:002011-08-07T21:20:41.623-06:00Do Re Me Fa So La Ti Do....Last Sunday I had an appointment with my Bishop. During that appointment, I asked for a calling, an opportunity to serve. <br />
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He looked at me and said he felt inspired to extend this particular calling, but it would shock me. Boy, was he right! I was called as our Ward Choir Director. All I could do was laugh. I mean REALLY laugh. I accepted, of course, but oh man. <br />
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The funny part.......I have NO training in music AT ALL, except for my 7th grade band class. <br />
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Even though I can't carry a beat in a bucket, I have faith that the Lord has a reason for wanting me to have this calling right now. I feel a sense of peace and excitement about this calling and I am looking forward to this new adventure. <br />
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Now, with a baby on the way {through adoption} it is more important than ever for me to have books around that our little one can treasure.<br />
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That being said, I decided to become an Independent Consultant of Usborne Books & More to share with others the joy that can be found in books.<br />
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<img align="left" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z78/mikerin3/Tammy%20Gonzales/signaturefinalcopy.png" style="border: 0;" />Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04755633805594585193noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189323497522219792.post-70074454353729885342011-07-08T17:28:00.003-06:002011-07-08T22:32:27.619-06:00Blank Canvas<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvSCLkshib5lD0ma-PhihJXAw7HjwAy8F0_T48qMhmifILrLeeVVHw90SijEoDCA9-UZh09SFwRo13xfXUnwYtPsnEtDOLGmXtZi09phET3WLjLIMw8R2JJuNb1RBUQHaPeKUXExg9nipm/s1600/32727337_scaled_598x473.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvSCLkshib5lD0ma-PhihJXAw7HjwAy8F0_T48qMhmifILrLeeVVHw90SijEoDCA9-UZh09SFwRo13xfXUnwYtPsnEtDOLGmXtZi09phET3WLjLIMw8R2JJuNb1RBUQHaPeKUXExg9nipm/s320/32727337_scaled_598x473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627141380578341538" border="0" /></a>We are finally starting to get the baby's room ready. And by getting the room ready, I mean going through all the crap we have thrown in there that we don't want messing up the rooms in the house that people actually see. <br /><br />I am wondering how much we should decorate. Do people still create nurseries? <br /><br />I am asking all of the parents out there, what did you do? Did you go all out or did you feel like you were fine with the bare necessities?<br /><br /><p><img style="border:0;" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z78/mikerin3/Tammy%20Gonzales/signaturefinalcopy.png" align="left" /></p>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04755633805594585193noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189323497522219792.post-31516201329379088552011-06-22T18:34:00.002-06:002011-06-22T18:56:37.181-06:00I Want My Mommy!<p>I called my mom last night. We talked about this and that. We talked about my impending adoption. The more we talked, the more emotional I became. <br /></p><p>Our baby's due date is right around the corner. Our birth mom lives in a different state and due to all the legal hoops we need to jump through after the birth, we will need to be there for about 4-5 weeks. Due to hubby's work schedule, there is also a strong chance that I may have to be there for a few weeks by myself. with a new baby. by. my. self.<br /></p><p>As I was telling my mom all of this, I realized how terrified I am. I also realized how much I need my mom during this time in my life. <br /></p><p>I just wish she didn't live so far away.<br /></p><p><img style="border:0;" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z78/mikerin3/Tammy%20Gonzales/signaturefinalcopy.png" align="left" /></p>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04755633805594585193noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189323497522219792.post-23377708959905843412011-06-01T18:23:00.002-06:002011-06-01T19:24:08.831-06:00If You Read My Blog... You'll Win a Trophy!!!Well, not really, but it brings me to my point.<br /><br />As some of you know, my husband and I are finally going to be parents. We were matched with a birth mother and our baby will is due in a few months. <br /><br />I made a comment today at work about how if our child wanted to play on a sports team that gave out "participation trophies", that I would not let him play for that team.<br /><br />The reaction to that statement would make someone think that I killed a puppy, and the "discussion" became very intense. I won't go into the gory details, but I felt that no matter what I said, I was just not going to be understood. <br /><br />I still stand by my opinion. I think that participation trophies are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ridiculous</span>. I guess I grew up during a time where trophies were earned, something that you worked hard to get and if your team lost, it made you want to work that much harder next time. <br /><br />Have I changed my mind about letting our child participate on a team that has participation trophies? I guess we will cross that bridge when we come to it. <br /><img style="border:0;" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z78/mikerin3/Tammy%20Gonzales/signaturefinalcopy.png" align="left" />Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04755633805594585193noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189323497522219792.post-51010244467301957922011-05-15T16:53:00.002-06:002011-05-15T17:13:34.319-06:00Miracles Happen When You Least Expect ThemIt came out of no where. It was unexpected and COMPLETELY shocked us.... and it came at a time where we had finally let go.<br /><br />Our BIG news.......Mike and I were recently matched with a birth mother. We are going to be parents! <br /><br />If this is a dream, please... don't wake us.<br /><img style="border:0;" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z78/mikerin3/Tammy%20Gonzales/signaturefinalcopy.png" align="left" />Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04755633805594585193noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189323497522219792.post-27952174634629436572011-03-28T20:26:00.002-06:002011-03-28T20:32:28.785-06:00The Cutest Dog Ever!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbMHZLJDFNZOt_jtpekXnve8645yCki_b6PoOVLt0sSTGmsWAF_ITsRp7rgKSz-_pBDPP0Hk9-2D8XhleP9oR3iWSN34wBHPu2exznOmucSDdOkd5F2hGG303FrJD_WJoWI8XzjOugdpfB/s1600/dailycute.net_Cute_Dog.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbMHZLJDFNZOt_jtpekXnve8645yCki_b6PoOVLt0sSTGmsWAF_ITsRp7rgKSz-_pBDPP0Hk9-2D8XhleP9oR3iWSN34wBHPu2exznOmucSDdOkd5F2hGG303FrJD_WJoWI8XzjOugdpfB/s320/dailycute.net_Cute_Dog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589322954051784146" border="0" /></a><br />I found this picture and went into cute overload. <br /><br />Enjoy.<br /><br /><img style="border: 0pt none;" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z78/mikerin3/Tammy%20Gonzales/signaturefinalcopy.png" align="left" />Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04755633805594585193noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189323497522219792.post-13383869811111116012011-03-19T10:28:00.003-06:002011-03-19T10:48:02.944-06:00In Memory<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje2u7ovsXha2ygYzEBZLdHvK932bjUoeVA5Wy6OEDSE1ltx2AnhYeifWozVrR2kG6f3ElRSJxjolXl-bfdwkabCXwcO6Kngqm2g3iV4BJYOPabzvJq8driiyJN92X8iL_vDInRZ9P0jELL/s1600/Grandma.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje2u7ovsXha2ygYzEBZLdHvK932bjUoeVA5Wy6OEDSE1ltx2AnhYeifWozVrR2kG6f3ElRSJxjolXl-bfdwkabCXwcO6Kngqm2g3iV4BJYOPabzvJq8driiyJN92X8iL_vDInRZ9P0jELL/s320/Grandma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585828867901183010" border="0" /></a><br />Lenore Denna<br />1917 - 2011<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">On Thursday, March 17, 2011, my grandmother passed away. She was 93. This picture was taken in 1987, 10 years before her husband of 62 years passed. Although it breaks my heart that she is gone, I am comforted that she is reunited with her eternal companion, the love of her life, my grandfather.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">I am standing by the seashore.<br />A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze<br />and starts for the blue ocean.<br />She is an object of beauty and strength,<br />and I stand and watch<br />until at last she hangs like a speck of white cloud<br />just where the sun and sky come down to mingle with each other.<br /><br />Then someone at my side says, 'There she goes! </span> <span style="font-size:78%;"><br />Gone where? Gone from my sight - that is all.<br /><br />She is just as large in mast and hull and spar </span> <span style="font-size:78%;"><br />as she was when she left my side<br />and just as able to bear her load of living freight<br />to the places of destination.<br />Her diminished size is in me, not in her.<br /><br />And just at the moment when someone at my side says,</span> <span style="font-size:78%;"><br />'There she goes! ' ,<br />there are other eyes watching her coming,<br />and other voices ready to take up the glad shout :<br />'Here she comes!'<br /><br />by Henry Van Dyke<br /></span></div></div></div><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Until we meet again. </p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">Love,<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img style="border: 0pt none;" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z78/mikerin3/Tammy%20Gonzales/signaturefinalcopy.png" align="center" /></p>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04755633805594585193noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189323497522219792.post-61057251584063387592011-03-08T22:07:00.003-07:002011-03-08T22:40:20.199-07:00It's Not the Car, It's ME!!!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie8pCqGP8BEOGGM1qxxNvMEdIa6ltIxW-Fn9vRBwazHfQ5QRFAWx8f6yRFP5EFbNBncqjDO-Fb_h_yp5a77cHdMQfw8QPNeYY1xOh6xZlKabrPzV_rQ3ZDci8LIDifJbrHmDqjJGGQrWWY/s1600/Scene+of+the+accident.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie8pCqGP8BEOGGM1qxxNvMEdIa6ltIxW-Fn9vRBwazHfQ5QRFAWx8f6yRFP5EFbNBncqjDO-Fb_h_yp5a77cHdMQfw8QPNeYY1xOh6xZlKabrPzV_rQ3ZDci8LIDifJbrHmDqjJGGQrWWY/s320/Scene+of+the+accident.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581950484626304962" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju8cpWVsyiXfa7iQ5WWTXLYrO06E2MrdDJtQ-BnPXdbdi4cYJpkBvz29nwGuPAKA5LxMcIqhnOVfG-l_Aotmt2nokz-QIKE_GVBtVX0_9s99_GzbSBFsQ_nZU2lWkdNR5rE_WNKHPZ8Y6B/s1600/Front+of+car.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju8cpWVsyiXfa7iQ5WWTXLYrO06E2MrdDJtQ-BnPXdbdi4cYJpkBvz29nwGuPAKA5LxMcIqhnOVfG-l_Aotmt2nokz-QIKE_GVBtVX0_9s99_GzbSBFsQ_nZU2lWkdNR5rE_WNKHPZ8Y6B/s320/Front+of+car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581950484783603730" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcfCjhXaAJipKXRj3VY6j8VZR-h7865JBSuxkZtI9Mg7GI3MpT0LMXBcX1F_fCSBm2gGQnSzFUPXdyd2Dr7xnB7ECTeNfZ6ZKU-HaWhbkj28v2FzrMKnPbRLY6n7qU9ODXgUw_9iX2YAFb/s1600/Close+up.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcfCjhXaAJipKXRj3VY6j8VZR-h7865JBSuxkZtI9Mg7GI3MpT0LMXBcX1F_fCSBm2gGQnSzFUPXdyd2Dr7xnB7ECTeNfZ6ZKU-HaWhbkj28v2FzrMKnPbRLY6n7qU9ODXgUw_9iX2YAFb/s320/Close+up.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581950480946282706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2SysxzaWsGRSP7stOq1VVOFfQlOZ3hu93-Z6UqSEEH4qhHk_x45UuA1RMqKI5fjAkVNQ9B8DYQEzfgbKIkzIyPctL5QYrVBDKBDQQf9m9d8x3zmZgexytxorWKiqfDRpEeTNKwMCVZeGE/s1600/Car+Wreck.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2SysxzaWsGRSP7stOq1VVOFfQlOZ3hu93-Z6UqSEEH4qhHk_x45UuA1RMqKI5fjAkVNQ9B8DYQEzfgbKIkzIyPctL5QYrVBDKBDQQf9m9d8x3zmZgexytxorWKiqfDRpEeTNKwMCVZeGE/s320/Car+Wreck.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581950479138945218" border="0" /></a><p><br /></p><p>I am not thrilled to admit that I have been in MANY car accidents since getting my license. I have to say, though, that MOST of them were not my fault.<br /></p><p>Well.... I added to my streak. <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" >(I'm ok and no one else was hurt)</span><br /></p><p>I decided to run to the store to get some things I needed for dinner. I parked my car next to one of those cart corralls and after turning off the engine, started playing on my phone. Out of nowhere, I am jerked violently in my car while hearing a loud sound.<br /></p><p>I GOT IN AN ACCIDENT WHILE PARKED!!!! This is the second time since we bought our car that I have gotten hit and I wasn't even moving.<br /></p><p>Apparently, this particular accident happened because this lady lost control of her truck and it hit the cart corrall, which then in turn hit our car.<br /></p><p>I used to think that my car was the bulls eye, but no matter what car I drive, I attract accidents.</p><p>I have included some pictures for your viewing pleasure.<br /></p><p><img style="border: 0pt none;" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z78/mikerin3/Tammy%20Gonzales/signaturefinalcopy.png" align="left" /></p>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04755633805594585193noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189323497522219792.post-18836277898770524682011-02-20T19:24:00.002-07:002011-02-20T19:43:32.516-07:00The Race is Over<p>There comes a time when tough decisions need to be made. We made one tonight. <br /></p><p>We have decided that we are not going to move forward adoption.<br /></p><p>Thanks for all the love and support you have shown us through out this time.</p><p>Much love,<br /></p><p><img style="border: 0pt none;" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z78/mikerin3/Tammy%20Gonzales/signaturefinalcopy.png" align="left" /></p>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04755633805594585193noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189323497522219792.post-22864178206963905602011-02-11T20:23:00.003-07:002011-02-11T20:31:00.730-07:00Heart Attack!Yesterday evening, as I was sitting peacefully in my home, my doorbell rang. I opened the door and couldn't help but grin from ear to ear.<br /><br />I found this on my porch:<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGN-v1nmxPFaxxNG_Ndb0fcRo70wwDMWLtq6pcxuZPIEA_XxuF5VMjkv5IGT4h0dhuVEkSZmwTVUurcT3vebX_Ukitsntr1FHtGK7FgrxnfGUaUJ9nZI-lQ7WuUnmbm4JPBVSoJZBgtzvn/s1600/heart+cookie.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGN-v1nmxPFaxxNG_Ndb0fcRo70wwDMWLtq6pcxuZPIEA_XxuF5VMjkv5IGT4h0dhuVEkSZmwTVUurcT3vebX_Ukitsntr1FHtGK7FgrxnfGUaUJ9nZI-lQ7WuUnmbm4JPBVSoJZBgtzvn/s320/heart+cookie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572639374457452050" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjikiDxBsbIejXe5whi-QOeVLeZj-QH9njqlRUfM36HHsBgixnE6Ym0d3-3qXYjTOQP2knmJ7giHWnWR7hC1plOsd2H_SB9j9EHqEv-7BmLZf_mEzozGlSejXXlkl1mToPeCAKYK58XXRaU/s1600/heart+cookie+2.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjikiDxBsbIejXe5whi-QOeVLeZj-QH9njqlRUfM36HHsBgixnE6Ym0d3-3qXYjTOQP2knmJ7giHWnWR7hC1plOsd2H_SB9j9EHqEv-7BmLZf_mEzozGlSejXXlkl1mToPeCAKYK58XXRaU/s320/heart+cookie+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572639364583032098" border="0" /></a>There were also paper hearts taped to our door and all over our front yard.<br /><br />Thank you to those who took the time to think of us. It warmed our hearts and made our day.<br /><p><img style="border: 0pt none;" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z78/mikerin3/Tammy%20Gonzales/signaturefinalcopy.png" align="left" /></p>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04755633805594585193noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1189323497522219792.post-22110425981187588832011-02-09T19:34:00.002-07:002011-02-09T19:52:23.809-07:00It's On!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8XxxeZ-BlZLITTCQLBikpM2VeJG-Fr2L3SYGd7ry1I034tfdD0jklREwb6cm1_LoHMlDc1dDMuIqJh54cbsBN9-L6pk2Wd10na19_OeKcgqV29egBtpDFkagyGH0bN9iZ3nymShV09ROq/s1600/Survivor.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 273px; height: 185px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8XxxeZ-BlZLITTCQLBikpM2VeJG-Fr2L3SYGd7ry1I034tfdD0jklREwb6cm1_LoHMlDc1dDMuIqJh54cbsBN9-L6pk2Wd10na19_OeKcgqV29egBtpDFkagyGH0bN9iZ3nymShV09ROq/s320/Survivor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571883946125404098" border="0" /></a>This semester is not as fun as last semester. Part of the reason is my English teacher. I have had this assignment that has been a thorn in my side. I have turned it in 3 times and even enlisted the help of a friend who is an English professor and that version STILL wasn't good enough!! <br /><br />After my last submission, he graced me with a "C" and said that I have the option of resubmission for a higher grade. A "C"?????? To say I was miffed is putting it mildly. <br /><br />So, it's on!! Every class I have taken so far, has produced an A. I know I am not stupid. I have written essays and have gotten good grades...ON THE FIRST TRY!! I will get an A!! I guess this is the whole point and all... to make me a better writer and student. I could appreciate the whole "Stand and Deliver" thing if he weren't being such an ass about it. <br /><p><img style="border: 0pt none;" src="http://i190.photobucket.com/albums/z78/mikerin3/Tammy%20Gonzales/signaturefinalcopy.png" align="left" /></p>Tammyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04755633805594585193noreply@blogger.com2