tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41201750565045898592024-03-12T18:40:20.051-07:00Sunshine's DailyJust trying to keep my smile and enjoy life as I create it :)Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899981218677727042noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120175056504589859.post-78108522021425880352011-03-29T14:17:00.000-07:002011-03-29T14:17:00.438-07:00Intentions.. 2011<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">I came across a really great blog by some lovely person named Evelyn yesterday, and it gave me a boost to deal with some of the stuff I've just been avoiding and really set intentions forward for (<i>deep breath</i>) the future.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">It's just that I was allowing myself to have this bleak outlook of the future. Ironic, sunshine daily right? I was just sinking and it's definitely a major impact of being far from my only home for 20 years, my family, my friends. I felt disconnected from the Source. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">So, I woke up yesterday and went outside for a walk and looked and the sky and started talking, first to the sky and then to myself. I need to get used to being my own best friend. Sounds crazy but I am so happy living for the people in my life that I don't realize I'm not planning anything for myself. I'm too hesitant to think it will work out after opportunities that I have missed, left in the past.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Of course, there it is. <i>IN THE PAST</i>. I just need to let it go. </span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;">Thankfully, I realize I have the support of a great guy that wants me to just find my way for me. I am going to really make the conscious effort to show him he's great.</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
</span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"> I am happy to say that I actually picked myself 3 Power Words for 2011. Because my birthday is coming up in this lovely April that's approaching, I'm considering them applying to the year according to my life. This is me getting a head start.</span></div><br />
<div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b> <i>communicate<span style="font-size: small;"> </span></i></b></span></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;">with myself, with my partner </span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;">with honesty and patience and realizing that </span></span></i></b></span></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i><span style="color: purple;"><span style="font-size: small;">if there is something wrong, we need to be willing to root around until its fixed </span></span></i><i><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></i></b></span></div><div class="dndata"><span class="ital-inline"><span id="hotword"> </span></span></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i> </i></b></span></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i>inspire</i></b></span><span id="hotword"> </span> </div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>I must search for this</i></span></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>what inspires me? for myself, because I want it..</i></span></div><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>this year will be about seeking this out</i></span></div><span id="hotword"><span id="hotword" name="hotword" onclick="this.style.backgroundColor='#b5d5ff';return hotWord(this);" onmouseout="this.style.backgroundColor='transparent'" onmouseover="this.style.cursor='default'" style="background-color: transparent; cursor: default;"></span></span><div style="color: #3d85c6; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="color: #cc0000;">love</i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><span style="color: red;">to myself, to everyone around me</span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><span style="color: red;">accepting and receiving it from the Univers, each day in a million possible ways</span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><span style="color: red;"> </span></b></i></span></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="color: #cc0000;"><span style="font-size: small;"> </span> </i></b></span></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="color: #cc0000;"> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: x-large;">S</span>o, today is a great day. I am looking forward to the future. One day at a time ...</span> </i></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b><i style="color: #cc0000;"> </i></b></span></div><div style="color: purple; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899981218677727042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120175056504589859.post-74356099875336176302011-03-25T13:21:00.000-07:002011-03-25T13:21:54.264-07:00<span style="font-size: x-large;">FRIDAY</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-large;">oh, how i love fridays..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">except when I find out I need to stay an extra hour at work..</span><br />
<span style="font-size: xx-small;">boo, blah, boo.. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">still, tomorrow my glorious 48 hrs of nothing begins again..</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I am blessed. I feel love surrounding me and the opportunities of today are in front of my feet.</span>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899981218677727042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120175056504589859.post-40638709399250514362011-03-22T10:49:00.001-07:002011-03-22T10:49:21.243-07:00Day 3<div style="text-align: center;">Got another great workout in this morning. My 3rd in 5 days. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't quite give up my lazy Sundays yet. So I am completely changing my original plan.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Obviously I already made it clear I've been out of shape recently.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Maybe next week.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I think I'm severely dehydrated though and really need to put the effort in to drink more water.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm like a camel, I can go half a day without a sip of anything and that's I know it's bad.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Once the summer kicks in I get better but it's been relatively chill here in LV.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hope the weather perks up soon so we can get some nice spring days in before the insatiable heat commences.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Just stopped one of my puppies from humping his sister.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Naughty little things. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Anyway, It's Tuesday! Not one of my favorites. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Planning on making it a good one though. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Affirmation: Every choice that I make, every choice that I have ever made is the absolute perfect choice. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899981218677727042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120175056504589859.post-51667239007741427222011-03-18T09:55:00.000-07:002011-03-18T09:55:16.637-07:00Reminder #1!<div style="text-align: center;">Just finished my first day back in the gym. Just 30 minutes. Wasn't killing myself.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And my face is BEET RED right now but I feel great!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I've been really un-fit the last few weeks and I'm pretty ashamed. I'm pretty strong for my size I think but that's because I had been consistently working out for the last yr and a half, so what has changed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, I guess to be honest regardless of who may ever come across this blog that I know: I went on a birth control that made me CRAZY. Super hormonal. SUPER.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">And I kinda fell into a blue zone for awhile. But woo, 2 weeks ago I am on a much better one and I feel finally back in control.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">So anyway, back to the beginning. I'm trying a simple plan to slowly get my heart back into shape that I saw over at ZenHabits. 30 minutes. 30 days. Blog about it for accountability and reminders that the endorphins are real!</div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899981218677727042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120175056504589859.post-62705631436098065272011-02-23T12:54:00.001-08:002011-02-23T12:54:53.279-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">I feel the spring approaching already and all this new energy..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Starting with.. FOOD!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't wait to try this <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/tasty-kitchen-blog/2011/02/step-by-step-homemade-naan/">Homemade Naan</a>..</div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://static.thepioneerwoman.com/tasty-kitchen-blog/files/2011/02/TKBlog_Naan-14-550x365.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" j6="true" src="http://static.thepioneerwoman.com/tasty-kitchen-blog/files/2011/02/TKBlog_Naan-14-550x365.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899981218677727042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120175056504589859.post-10764634613561669072011-02-14T22:53:00.000-08:002011-02-14T22:53:43.182-08:00What a Girl wants..<a name='more'></a><div style="text-align: center;">A Girl wants..</div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">.. a guy to tell her he loves her _______(for a reason)</div><div style="text-align: center;">*you could say it w/o one but then where is the intimacy?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Valentine's Day to be a sweet, simple way of saying hey I appreciate you for being my other half..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">HEY Guys we don't want you to go out of your way (actually, we do) but is it even such a hard expectation to live up to?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Do you love us?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Do we do things for you no one else would do?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Do we make you feel loved and special all the time or at least A LOT of the time?</div><div style="text-align: center;">Is your life actually happier because we chose to spend every day with you?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then just give us this one day, ok? Just do it.</div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899981218677727042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120175056504589859.post-12390730670508046302011-02-14T14:33:00.000-08:002011-02-14T14:33:02.437-08:00Valentine's Day<div style="text-align: center;">Peter and I had our first date on February 17th. </div><div style="text-align: center;">The following year, Peter was already living in Las Vegas since Jan. 1st. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I didn't move out here until the 23rd of February.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, this year.. we will actually spend Valentine's Day together AND our 2nd (1st) Anniversary.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Peter doesn't believe Valentine's Day is a real holiday.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I still decided to gift him by finally putting up a picture frame we bought months ago with LOVE pictures.</div><div style="text-align: center;">And I planned a special dinner last night. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Just something to remind him, I love you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The recipe for the Quattro Formaggi was adapted from PioneerWoman <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2011/02/pasta-ai-quattro-formaggi/">here</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899981218677727042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120175056504589859.post-86848559659879522612011-02-03T22:56:00.000-08:002011-02-03T22:56:41.711-08:00UFC<div style="text-align: center;">I've realized the fun in UFC weeks at work.</div><div style="text-align: center;">This week I got to meet Norifumi "Kid" Yamamoto.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEW2HTLCBK3GVBbiTRQUe4HwAgDPkCnUSczPvP5bzDpBr7PVwYMJgr7B1oldKIeKfyceqzQTFZjVO3Ibrn4jDYTqG4F3GJRjnirFIPlpNVhxpxpJVbxlb7R6DxnMgL17jKIo4ahADeX1g/s1600/IMG_0757.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEW2HTLCBK3GVBbiTRQUe4HwAgDPkCnUSczPvP5bzDpBr7PVwYMJgr7B1oldKIeKfyceqzQTFZjVO3Ibrn4jDYTqG4F3GJRjnirFIPlpNVhxpxpJVbxlb7R6DxnMgL17jKIo4ahADeX1g/s400/IMG_0757.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">He was quiet and his entourage was nice.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I actually yelled at him to say he couldn't wear sneakers on the mat.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I felt a little bad after.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes I yell when I could walk over and say it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">The gym is loud. </div><div style="text-align: center;">So the second day he came in and said, "No shoes." </div><div style="text-align: center;">Glad he had a sense of humor. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I also really appreciated his fashion sense.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He was wearing a lovely deep blue velour hoodie sweat suit and some nice Nikes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I would love the suit he wore. LOVE.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Later he told me the suit is actually from his own fashion line </div><div style="text-align: center;">and he bought the sneakers on his visit.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Which means he took time to go shopping here.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Vegas must be good.</div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899981218677727042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120175056504589859.post-31702011555401216462011-01-26T10:02:00.000-08:002011-01-26T10:02:58.968-08:00Regret? ..Nah<div style="text-align: center;">This post is for those two little bundles of chaos that are now depending on me.</div><div style="text-align: center;">These are my first puppies. We had a dog in my family but I didn't consider him "my dog".</div><div style="text-align: center;">If I had known how annoying it would be at first,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I would have seriously reconsidered.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Meet our very own Wailers, Tosh and Marley</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z317/fairyaparis/The%20Wailers/IMG_0653.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z317/fairyaparis/The%20Wailers/IMG_0653.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">They believe they fit in one lap.</div><div style="text-align: center;">They love to play really rough.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sometimes they lick the wall like it's so delicious.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Or bite your toes the minute you hit the floor.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Or pee as your staring at them and have already put on their collar.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z317/fairyaparis/The%20Wailers/IMG_0662.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z317/fairyaparis/The%20Wailers/IMG_0662.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But they are just babies. Official birthday for both is November 3, 2010. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Home here for just about 3 weeks tomorrow. </div><div style="text-align: center;">They will calm down if you're there.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">They are my favorite nap buddies. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Even though I can only imagine how bad they may get in the next stage,</div><div style="text-align: center;">I guess we're all in it for the long haul anyway.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899981218677727042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120175056504589859.post-38147957074799996842011-01-21T00:52:00.000-08:002011-02-14T14:06:47.304-08:00Love is most important in the memory..<div style="text-align: center;">I love pictures.. so to keep this short and sweet.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Here is some of the most important people to me:</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z317/fairyaparis/Family/IMG_0593.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="300" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z317/fairyaparis/Family/IMG_0593.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My niece, Lei Alba. Born last year on July 3rd. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The day before I flew home to be there just to see her. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We were totally in sync even 2,000 miles away. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She's Nana (2nd sister) and Jojo's first born. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">She is Colompino. (Colombian and Filipino)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This was part of our last photo shoot on Jan. 2, 2011. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Every day I spent with her I treated as a photo shoot. You have to when it's only 1 week out of the year that I am there with her.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Didn't see her well enough? No worries..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z317/fairyaparis/Family/AnaPaula017.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="400" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z317/fairyaparis/Family/AnaPaula017.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Check out the beautiful blue eyes. Just like Nana when she was a baby.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Nana, the lucky wench got the green eyes out of the Montoya/Galvis genes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That's her Abuelo Rodrigo, my dad. We happen to share a birthday, me and him. One time he was in the next room and I don't remember why it came up but I heard him say out loud to my mother "Cuando fue que nacio Ana Paula?" Translation: When was it that she was born?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Same day as you, Dad! I knew he was being serious too. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He just laughed. Burn.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Meet my gordo divino, Julian David! Born April 17th, 2009.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He is my middle nephew, second son of Sarah (the 3rd sister) and Robinson. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So delicious (and pale like her) that I just want to eat him. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Alexander Daniel, firstborn of S & R. I honestly can't remember his exact birthday but I do remember I had to run to the hospital after my one of my first days of HS. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We were all so excited for the first of the next generation. Can't believe now there are 3.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> I couldn't believe how much he'd grown just from July to December. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Talking so much, just wanted to me to play with him. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Breaks my heart to miss so much of his life but can't focus on that now can I..</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">this is a happy post.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Can't focus on what I'm missing though.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Just how much I love them. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That's all for today. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899981218677727042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120175056504589859.post-18260888353104610182011-01-12T14:24:00.000-08:002011-01-21T01:06:32.578-08:00I love books!<div style="text-align: center;">It's taken awhile for me to find what I want in this blog. I want to write about what I love.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><b>I love reading</b></span>. I can curl up with a book for hours at a time. </div><div style="text-align: center;">I used to spend so much time reading when I was in school. I devoured books.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Libraries are still a place I can stay for hours.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I can't even estimate how many books I have read but I know it's been a lot. A lot.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">(SHOUT OUT: Thanks Mom for keeping cable out of our house until I was 17!) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Right now I can't keep 5 books going at one time like I used to. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe that's exaggerating.. more often 3.. or 4. </div><div style="text-align: center;">So the one book I am focusing my little time on now was provided by my eldest sister, Nino.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">The Help by Kathryn Stockett.</div><div style="text-align: center;"> I wish I could create an extra hour every day so I could spend it with this book! </div><div style="text-align: center;">(Remember the puppies have arrived! & I've come to fully realize: PUPPIES ARE BABIES!) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">But getting back to the book. It is so well written and the characters are amazing. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is the <a href="http://www.kathrynstockett.com/stockett-synopsis.htm">synopsis</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Get the book from a library. All females should read this.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I give it a 5 and I'm only halfway there at 200 pages. I'm glad it's lasting so long actually.</div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899981218677727042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120175056504589859.post-65109999547315818072011-01-12T14:12:00.000-08:002011-01-21T01:01:41.623-08:00I love food.<div style="text-align: center;">Two deep down wishes are just jumping out of me this morning.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I want to share those here.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">(Good afternoon Tastespotting! You wonderful place.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Those wishes are:</div><div style="text-align: center;">1. to be able to stay home and cook all these delicious meals in my favorites.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*(but how will I afford the delicious ingredients?.) </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">2. to learn how to make my own clothing. MY OWN.</div><div style="text-align: center;">e.g. look at this fabric, must have it, snip, sew, drape and </div><div style="text-align: center;">tada! here's the dress that's been in my head now in person!</div><div style="text-align: center;">Project Runway is directly responsible for this wish.</div><div style="text-align: center;">*( but when I can take the time off to first learn, then to DO.)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't usually like to share so much dreaming because I'm a bit more of a pessimistic realist about some things. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Which is why maybe I have to find the time to enjoy my own pieces of these dreams..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">What would I do without the Internet to provide these inspirations? </div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't know but thankfully I don't have to find out.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">On to the most important question of my day:</div><div style="text-align: center;">What are we having for dinner?</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm such a lucky duck to be able to ask that.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I can't forget it's a blessing to have a full kitchen and someone to share it with. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Just to end on a great note.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://canyoustayfordinner.com/2011/01/10/scampi-stuffed-and-roasted-shrimp/">Scampi Stuffed and Roasted Shrimp</a> at Can You Stay for Dinner?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://thefoodilove.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/5341295611_8dd51f372c_b1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://thefoodilove.files.wordpress.com/2011/01/5341295611_8dd51f372c_b1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I could eat pappardelle every day. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Maybe you think I'm kidding.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I'm really not.</div><div style="text-align: center;">EVERY DAY.</div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899981218677727042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120175056504589859.post-75508097027766621602011-01-06T14:51:00.000-08:002011-01-06T14:51:41.350-08:00Puppies..Today.. we're bringing our puppies home. I am very, very excited. I've been home from NY since Sunday and badly need these bundles of fur to give me something else to focus on. I will post pictures from home soon. It really was the best time.<br />
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I didn't want to go out. Although I did, the night before NYE..(why? I didn't think it through).. I just wanted to stay home, warm and inside, cuddling with my little niece. Why is my family so far? Who brought me here?<br />
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Oh right. I did. For some guy ;)<br />
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He better be treating me right. I better be happy. I'm trying to think back to when I first moved here.<br />
It feels like a long time ago. It's only been 10 and a half months. Unreal.<br />
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I'm bad on New Year Resolutions. One trip I must make is to the San Diego Zoo. There is no way I'm staying in Las Vegas and not seeing the beach on the other end of NY.<br />
I will make this trip happen.Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899981218677727042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120175056504589859.post-76596655673301349342010-12-23T17:52:00.000-08:002010-12-23T17:52:26.826-08:00Home for the HolidaysThis year is the first that I no longer live in my home of forever (NY) but I will be home for the holidays. Though I never used to care if it was a snowy Christmas or New Years because my family didn't celebrate, this year I'm more and more excited to get to NY for it to feel like the season that it is. <br />
Something about sunshine and (very recent) rain here in Las Vegas has made the month of December come unnoticed. Once I'm freezing my butt of in NY then it will really sink in that 2010 is out and 2011 is in. <br />
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I'm blessed that my boyfriend's parents were sweet enough to get us tickets home. It's going to be an extra special end of the Year. God, I can't wait to get there and see everyone!Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899981218677727042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120175056504589859.post-54170772180461205412010-12-17T14:02:00.000-08:002010-12-20T14:14:20.103-08:00Puppies.After several months of hinting that I wanted a puppy. We got the perfect opportunity!<br />
Free Puppies that just need a home! HOW CAN YOU SAY NO?<br />
ARE YOU LOOKING AT THEM?<br />
I plan to become a proud mama of two in the New Year.<br />
Yes, two. I know it's going to be crazy hard at first but I'm not alone. fell in love with them and now I can't wait to bring them home.<br />
Here they are..<br />
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Wand Fight Team recently won "Gym of the Year" at the World MMA Awards hosted by Fighter's Only Magazine here in Las Vegas. Check out the great new website that goes with it at <a href="http://www.wandfightteam.com/">http://www.wandfightteam.com/</a>. <br />
Went out to celebrate with everyone who works here. It's a huge accomplishment and I'm very happy to be a part of it.<br />
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I have to say working here is pretty great when you never know who may be in town to visit. Yesterday it was Verdum. Last week it was Shogun and Demian. Not to mention the boss himself is Wanderlei. Coolest guy ever. Really. Nicest man and nicest family. People stop by every day to meet him and when they do they're so happy. It's nice to see. <br />
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Also, Dave Mathews and Tim Reynolds concert this Friday at Planet Hollywood with my babe.<br />
Then, GSP vs. Koscheck on Saturday. GSP GSP GSP. Guess who I'll be screaming for?<br />
Then going home for a week! To finally see my beautiful niece who was just 2 weeks old when I last visited and nephews and my wonderful sisters, mother and friends.<br />
Best December in a while. Remember to smile!Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899981218677727042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120175056504589859.post-59934332907560406582010-12-03T13:41:00.000-08:002010-12-03T13:41:17.810-08:00PhotosI got my brand new camera in the mail and I am so excited. It's been years since my own camera and I love pictures! My mom always kept the fridge and walls covered in photos. I guess with 4 girls you get a lot of photo opportunities.<br />
These are my pictures of what I see everyday and on special occasions. I won't live here forever, this is for today and now.. which means that one day all these pictures will be a moment of my history.<br />
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The sign I see everyday : Tropicana Avenue , if you've ever been to Las Vegas or plan on stopping by then Hello! you're just a few minutes down the road from me. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z317/fairyaparis/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://i188.photobucket.com/albums/z317/fairyaparis/2.jpg" width="300" /></a></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899981218677727042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120175056504589859.post-17985722436910033172010-12-01T14:30:00.001-08:002010-12-01T14:30:45.671-08:00Chaitanya's prayerI pray not for wealth, I pray not for honours, I pray not for pleasures, or even the joys of poetry. I only pray that during all my life I may have love: that I may have pure love to love Thee.Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899981218677727042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120175056504589859.post-79831057367270873942010-11-28T01:15:00.000-08:002010-12-03T13:04:54.485-08:00It happened..Fights are over. Win by split decision. I was just waiting for the time to come. It was surreal just being a bystander of someone you love on tv. But a win! Actually 4 to be exact! All the guys did great when you consider they get their asses to the gym everyday to get better at about a million different skills. Hats off to them! Glad this is a day that has happily come and gone. Greatful to watch it with friends and that the next month is starting with some wonderful momentum and I already know where we'll be for New Years.. Home <3<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJaMeCOBqVHpWpmDqleot43ltKLLyXV6FMDWmR9APfAxErjqCkXociaeHpdPJdmC4QmE0YxBfxnC3wPFugHKPfx07M4y-20JvtnWyk6DDf-1xJF8GWMoeX4s-kBLlyXQOIPESEyhyyRjo/s1600/Team.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJaMeCOBqVHpWpmDqleot43ltKLLyXV6FMDWmR9APfAxErjqCkXociaeHpdPJdmC4QmE0YxBfxnC3wPFugHKPfx07M4y-20JvtnWyk6DDf-1xJF8GWMoeX4s-kBLlyXQOIPESEyhyyRjo/s320/Team.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899981218677727042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120175056504589859.post-45294710786240092062010-11-26T21:27:00.000-08:002010-11-26T21:27:28.615-08:00E.T.A. 1 day!Oh my goodness.. I cannot believe the day is here for my honey to fight..<br />
His fight night is less than 24 hours a day.. This is the first time I will be able to see him as he competes.. Terrifying!<br />
I'm hopefully going to be surrounded by friends as this happens.Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899981218677727042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4120175056504589859.post-37166122779265470072010-11-22T15:06:00.000-08:002010-11-22T15:06:03.593-08:00<span style="color: magenta;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Find just one reason to be happy for every minute you can smile at someone :)</span></b></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">It's Thanksgiving weekend and even though I am far away from home it is going to be a very eventful weekend!</span></b></span><br />
<span style="color: magenta;"><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Starting with sleeping over at friends and watching my honey kick some ass in his fight on Saturday! I think I may have gotten my early Christmas present and I can't wait to get it!</span></b></span>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09899981218677727042noreply@blogger.com0