<?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-1789625253372827480</id><updated>2012-02-10T20:55:15.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Living on the Vine,Growing in the Son</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-2031423085731305065</id><published>2012-02-10T20:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T20:55:15.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Father/Daughter Dance</title><content type='html'>Ati and Johnny have an annual tradition of attending our city's Valentine Father/Daughter Dance. Ati looks forward to it every year and it's so special to see daddy and daughter creating these memories together. Last year they decided to ride in "style" with their friends to the dance and that just adds more excitement to the whole evening! The girls just love to be pampered by their daddy's! Here are some pics from the previous years and pics from the dance this year which they are attending tonight! What about me you ask? Well, Maciah and I had a dinner date at Chick fil A then came on home in time for his bed time and my date with a quiet house and a blanket on the couch with my laptop! Pure bliss I tell you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2012&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1StuNzrCCto/TzXV37cB8YI/AAAAAAAAASg/LtErlp4p23M/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707703259586752898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1StuNzrCCto/TzXV37cB8YI/AAAAAAAAASg/LtErlp4p23M/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5neN1vu-dV0/TzXV3Q73UoI/AAAAAAAAASU/i7WRdwLAges/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707703248177549954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5neN1vu-dV0/TzXV3Q73UoI/AAAAAAAAASU/i7WRdwLAges/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vp2MRgtEWjk/TzXV3P-JgLI/AAAAAAAAASI/pvEL-h12XzE/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707703247918694578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vp2MRgtEWjk/TzXV3P-JgLI/AAAAAAAAASI/pvEL-h12XzE/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WGPSw0KfhQ/TzXVkc2NtVI/AAAAAAAAAR4/wLglriCoi6M/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707702924957562194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_WGPSw0KfhQ/TzXVkc2NtVI/AAAAAAAAAR4/wLglriCoi6M/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kILz2YX86H0/TzXVjfcHX_I/AAAAAAAAARs/a5piQviDDzk/s1600/Picture%2B038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707702908473532402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kILz2YX86H0/TzXVjfcHX_I/AAAAAAAAARs/a5piQviDDzk/s320/Picture%2B038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nXT_Ws07RKc/TzXViz3LdII/AAAAAAAAARg/jo76HF0kKXQ/s1600/Picture%2B027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707702896775885954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nXT_Ws07RKc/TzXViz3LdII/AAAAAAAAARg/jo76HF0kKXQ/s320/Picture%2B027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YXevuwJLL_c/TzXVh6JjGUI/AAAAAAAAARU/9AoSDGjnUqA/s1600/Picture%2B025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707702881283676482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YXevuwJLL_c/TzXVh6JjGUI/AAAAAAAAARU/9AoSDGjnUqA/s320/Picture%2B025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Rwu3i0YGd4/TzXVhls2PFI/AAAAAAAAARI/EhStp4A_rRc/s1600/Picture%2B023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707702875794586706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Rwu3i0YGd4/TzXVhls2PFI/AAAAAAAAARI/EhStp4A_rRc/s320/Picture%2B023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-2031423085731305065?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/2031423085731305065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-fatherdaughter-dance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/2031423085731305065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/2031423085731305065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentines-fatherdaughter-dance.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Father/Daughter Dance'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1StuNzrCCto/TzXV37cB8YI/AAAAAAAAASg/LtErlp4p23M/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-6305824551568757376</id><published>2012-02-06T22:20:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T23:09:19.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of a Note</title><content type='html'>When was the last time you recieved a hand written note for no special reason? Maybe a sweet handwritten note surprise in the mailbox or in your lunch...(hint to Johnny)? I think in the mix of social media we have lost the art of handwritten notes. I personally enjoy recieving notes, they make me feel special and loved. In the wake of this thought I have been convicted to do the same for the loved ones in my life. I know periodically the Holy Spirit will bring someone in my thoughts during the day and I lift them up in prayer. Just the other day on my way to work a friend of ours came to mind and I knew they were going through a tough time with a health issue. As I drove I remember saying to the Lord..."I don't know why this person came to mind, but you do God and I just want to lift them up to you at this time and pray that you be with them at this moment." Sure enough when I got home I read on their blog that that morning had been a rough one and that they appreciate the prayers and to keep them coming. I was moved to tears. I just never tire at the work of the Holy Spirit. It is so captivating! I have yet to let my friend know but remember thinking I wanted to write a note to let them know I had been praying for them in that moment and continue to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NEway, back to notes! In the wake of making those around me feel loved and special I will be keeping stationary and envelopes with my bible to use after quiet time and prayer. Often times I think of someone during bible reading or prayer and hope to be able to bless, encourage, and love others during that time. Because isn't that the second most important comandment of all? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matthew 22:39 And the second is like it: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's to recieving and giving encouraging handwritten notes!! Here's a few I have recieved at work that I have taped up to serve as great reminders to keep going, and doing even though my mind and body get tired of hanging out with my 6 and 7 year old friends! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706253739805644338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4K7zdgB1SV4/TzCvixdcFjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/oaNR-NPSKuE/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706253749154999458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RjfWArlWGdE/TzCvjUSf7KI/AAAAAAAAAQY/aRvPLup2XMk/s320/037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706253755830513954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qrJFzytRIBU/TzCvjtKEMSI/AAAAAAAAAQg/IpF7XoDNlNI/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-6305824551568757376?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6305824551568757376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2012/02/power-of-note.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/6305824551568757376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/6305824551568757376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2012/02/power-of-note.html' title='The Power of a Note'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4K7zdgB1SV4/TzCvixdcFjI/AAAAAAAAAQM/oaNR-NPSKuE/s72-c/035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-2649050628966985066</id><published>2012-02-02T21:04:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T22:11:35.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You know your on a budget when...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;1. You Google where kids can eat for free. This is our list so far! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Denny's on Tue and Sat. 4-10pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Texas Roadhouse on Tue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luby's on Wed. and Sat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;IHOP every day from 4-10pm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Berry Hill on Tue. and Sat. all day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wings &amp;amp; More on Wed. nights &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. You get all giddy when your brand new labeled budget cloth envelopes come in the mail! No more falling apart paper envelopes! Yay! I heart them.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704742460552965234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j3Mkyub8bWE/TytRCvhY7HI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jdRM8zSjyjg/s400/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In October 2010, the hubby and I attended and completed FPU with our church and it changed the way we do and think about our finances around our house. One of the big changes was getting on a cash based budget to be better disciplined when we are out. We learned there was a emotional feeling when using cash versus using that beloved plastic debit or credit card. I must say it is a little harder to turn over that cash across the counter. We do categories that we use for do day to day life in cash envelopes. And we each have our own allotted cash we get each pay check to blow on whatever we personally want. In using the cash based system we have learned how to say No lots of times. Even when it pained us to do so. In learning how to be better resourceful with our cash I have also become a fan of experienced items and clothes! Yes, I admit I have grown to love Goodwill and Resale Shops! Our envelopes love them too! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This journey has not been easy but well worth it many times over. We are VERY close to paying off all of our debt (except the house). I wish I could tell you how close but my hubby doesn't want to jinx it. LOL. He says as long as we don't have any ER visits or 'unexpected surprises' we should be right on track. It's been especially helpful to be surrounded by people like our small group where we also completed FPU together last year to share in the struggles and victories. It has been such an encouragement to lean on them for prayer and words of encouragement as we near the end of paying off our debt and feel the heat from the enemy to keep us from that goal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hope to have a party/celebration when it's all said and done! We have a dear sweet couple whom have been accountability and have been great cheerleaders for us in this area and they promised us they would host the shindig on our behalf! : ) They are way down the line financially that we are and as Dave Ramsey would say it they are Winners with money. They have been the ones on the other side of the mountain encouraging us from the other side saying " Come on you can do it! It's great once you get over this mountain! It's such a wonderful feeling! Your almost there!" Thanks DD and KD for your encouragement and especially DD for just flat out telling us "No you don't need that..you want it. Just hold off until the time is right. Do you know how close you are? Do you know how much sooner you can ______if you just stick to the plan?" We love and appreciate you guys! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope to be able to post soon when the deed is done! In closing you know when you are in a budget when.....you constantly have to remind each other with these quotes to make each other feel better or during those low times...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"If we just live like no one else now, LATER we CAN live like no one else!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and our other favorite....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Delayed gratification is a sign of maturity." I have to personally tell myself that ALL the time. Although it's helped cutting back on visiting those tempting retail stores! &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/1789625253372827480-2649050628966985066?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/2649050628966985066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-know-your-on-budget-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/2649050628966985066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/2649050628966985066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2012/02/you-know-your-on-budget-when.html' title='You know your on a budget when...'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j3Mkyub8bWE/TytRCvhY7HI/AAAAAAAAAQA/jdRM8zSjyjg/s72-c/041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-3971302538427229414</id><published>2012-01-28T12:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T12:25:27.649-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Surprise for Me.....Valentine's Surprise for You!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-abFoW6HJVQU/TyQ9kEYpNzI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yOczKw94QYE/s1600/Picture%2B040-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-abFoW6HJVQU/TyQ9kEYpNzI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yOczKw94QYE/s400/Picture%2B040-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702750718019581746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-3971302538427229414?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/3971302538427229414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-surprise-for-mevalentines.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/3971302538427229414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/3971302538427229414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2012/01/christmas-surprise-for-mevalentines.html' title='Christmas Surprise for Me.....Valentine&apos;s Surprise for You!!!'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-abFoW6HJVQU/TyQ9kEYpNzI/AAAAAAAAAP0/yOczKw94QYE/s72-c/Picture%2B040-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-1695213856460579074</id><published>2012-01-09T23:12:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T23:44:14.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Texans!!</title><content type='html'>I married into football. My hubby is a huge Texans football fan and the  rest of his family is too. No...let me get that straight. They are not  Texans fans but 'football fans'. My in laws bleed Kansas City Chiefs and  every year during football season their is a rift in the family.  Most  Sundays while he watches football by himself or with his family you will  find me either taking a nap or reading a book on the couch right along  side them. I've learned to tune out the hoopin' and hollerin' that goes  on around that time. After many years of trying to learn the game of  football I think I am finally catching on a little. Basically, if the  team can get their ball to their side of the field at the goal they get  several points. Then if they manage to kick it into the same goal right  after, they get some more points. But they have 4 tries also called  Downs to continue from their same yard line. If they don't advance a  certain number of yards by 4 downs (i think) the other team gets the  ball. I may be all wrong but that's how I interpret it. I used to just  think it was a violent game of chase to steal the ball from each other  but there ended up being more to it than that. You'd think that being in  high school band and attending every football game during my high  school years I would have understood all of this but...I had no interest  on what was going on on that field. Except the score on the board of  course....and making sure I looked cute with a band uniform on. That's a  tough job, I might add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEways, Johnny and I don't get to go the  games much but over the years we've had the opportunity to go several  times. The highlight of course was getting to go to this past  weekend's Playoffs!! Johnny was so stoked he was going to be able to go.  He was like a little kid waiting with anticipation the whole week  prior. It was the first game that I was actually paying attention to and  actually understood what was going on a little. I was proud of myself  when I found myself standing up to cheer just when everyone else was  too. I wasn't just trying to blend in! I did it on my own and it ended  up being at the right times just when an interception had happened or a  touchdown was about to be caught. I especially love the community there  is with complete strangers. Everyone was high fiving each other and  celebrating together....it was awesome! Here are some pictures of us  over the years enjoying some games with friends and family.  GO TEXANS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OIZPG8RraIY/TwvOeZg30DI/AAAAAAAAAPc/XgP4cwKdL3A/s1600/Family%2BPics%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OIZPG8RraIY/TwvOeZg30DI/AAAAAAAAAPc/XgP4cwKdL3A/s320/Family%2BPics%2B010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695873175380283442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j-rEVBp9-Ak/TwvN-z3jLnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7su79wu4bAs/s1600/Family%2BPics%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j-rEVBp9-Ak/TwvN-z3jLnI/AAAAAAAAAO0/7su79wu4bAs/s320/Family%2BPics%2B006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695872632698908274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O1Anhyry13c/TwvN-kZu7kI/AAAAAAAAAOs/sHPGtdL2lmk/s1600/DSC00167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JHSaV4JrUFs/TwvNn-w75LI/AAAAAAAAAOc/TY_a8wpFbhU/s320/DSC00163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695872240486966450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-1695213856460579074?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1695213856460579074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2012/01/go-texans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/1695213856460579074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/1695213856460579074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2012/01/go-texans.html' title='Go Texans!!'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OIZPG8RraIY/TwvOeZg30DI/AAAAAAAAAPc/XgP4cwKdL3A/s72-c/Family%2BPics%2B010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-9039284192729867087</id><published>2012-01-02T20:42:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T21:25:45.159-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crafty!</title><content type='html'>I have recently been inspired to connect with my inner craftiness since being hooked on Pinterest. I've always enjoyed making things but never had the time to come up with my own ideas or peruse magazines or other sources for inspiration. Welcome Pinterest b/c it's all in one place! If I'am looking for something specific to make I can search for it! Here are some of the projects I've done thus far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we hosted Thanksgiving at our house this year, I felt like I needed something 'fallish' to decorate the front door with. Enter our Fall Pumpkin Wreath...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693232271378396834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5JiOrBlxa98/TwJsljdMtqI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VI2n-BqzAvE/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Since I was on roll with decorating the front door I for sure needed something new and fresh for the Winter! My old Christmas wreath wasn't cutting it anymore. This is what I ended up making...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693233081299234562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MR7hUzs4-F8/TwJtUspX7wI/AAAAAAAAAM8/987-7xXIsnY/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Aside from my front door makeovers I found myself getting pretty creative with the Secret Santa gift exchange at my school. We were only allowed to spend $2/day for the first 3 days before the big gift exchange. With just $2 to spend you gotta be creative! I was thankful that we had some info with our person's likes and favorite snacks. I ended up getting our school librarian so I thought it would be neat to incorporate some handmade bookmarks into each gift to commemorate her love of books. I also included a cute little message with each gift. Check it out! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693235061408492818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dKIvg4t2Nvw/TwJvH9INbRI/AAAAAAAAANI/84Ig7xSrMIg/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693235064266340130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KesT-8GI8yE/TwJvIHxktyI/AAAAAAAAANU/PSaxjRLWVI8/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693235068696538626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DrQ9Z-7Wn-0/TwJvIYR0LgI/AAAAAAAAANc/yox-WDBg57c/s320/030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-9039284192729867087?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/9039284192729867087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2012/01/crafty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/9039284192729867087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/9039284192729867087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2012/01/crafty.html' title='Crafty!'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5JiOrBlxa98/TwJsljdMtqI/AAAAAAAAAMw/VI2n-BqzAvE/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-5462742670255034704</id><published>2012-01-01T23:48:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T00:39:39.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa &amp; The Tooth Fairy</title><content type='html'>What are the chances of both Santa and the Tooth Fairy coming on the same night?! Well this year we were lucky enough to have a visit from both on Christmas night! We had...ahemm...Santa and the Tooth Fairy had their work cut out for them in the middle of the night, let me tell you. Ati just couldn't believe her luck before going to bed that both characters were going to pay her a visit during the night. Here is a pic of our official big girl without her two front teeth. Isn't there a song that goes something like "All I want for Christmas are my two front teeth, my two front teeth, my two front teeth..." ? Well it applied very well for our dear girl. Here she is excited that she had two down and a whole mouth full to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692913481957179970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pw1u7BIHqUM/TwFKpkUXAkI/AAAAAAAAALo/BT4G1jP66aE/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the tooth debacle we had to prepare for Mr. Santa himself. Ati put out the usual couple of cookies with a glass of milk and this year since she knows how to write a little she decided she wanted to write him a note. I didn't manage to take a picture before his visit but here is a picture of the left over cookie and milk he left behind. He even wrote her a sweet little note back! So sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692913878542418978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Too06MXV8eQ/TwFLAptphCI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3nvbTQvHuGI/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On Christmas morning Ati came running into our bedroom crying. Crying?! Confused we woke up and asked her what was wrong. She was holding the 5 dollar bill the tooth fairy left her behind in exchange for her tooth and said, "The tooth fairy came and she was so nice she left me 5 dollars! BUT Santa was not nice! He came and ate all the cookies, drank the milk but didn't leave us any presents! Buahhhh...ahhh! I must not have been good!" Tears pouring out of her sweet face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, little did she know that Santa needed some help wrapping up presents and asked for our help. The presents he left blended in with the rest of them b/c they had the same wrapping paper as the ones previously under the tree. So to Ati the area under the tree looked untouched as the night before. No presents added. But once we got up and inspected closely we managed to find the ones Santa left behind. The day was saved....close call.Here are a few pics of the kids on Christmas morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0faGlIvhVOY/TwFOYTHe_SI/AAAAAAAAAMA/6MEzAwHyIsk/s1600/DSC00341.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/-0faGlIvhVOY/TwFOYTHe_SI/AAAAAAAAAMA/6MEzAwHyIsk/s320/DSC00341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692917583328509218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This shirt describes me to a "T"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-riGyuWXcVgg/TwFOZ2vTnBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/mrWRDJ1GVLA/s1600/DSC00348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-riGyuWXcVgg/TwFOZ2vTnBI/AAAAAAAAAMk/mrWRDJ1GVLA/s320/DSC00348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692917610070645778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maciah: "I am more interested in these empty bags!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Y_sZgGvCMk/TwFOZrWYkaI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nXGzS986mCc/s1600/DSC00347.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Y_sZgGvCMk/TwFOZrWYkaI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nXGzS986mCc/s320/DSC00347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692917607013323170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maciah: What time is it again? Sorry guys I need to wake up with my cup of milk first. First things first. I don't care how many goodies I have under that tree."&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/1789625253372827480-5462742670255034704?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5462742670255034704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2012/01/santa-tooth-fairy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/5462742670255034704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/5462742670255034704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2012/01/santa-tooth-fairy.html' title='Santa &amp; The Tooth Fairy'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pw1u7BIHqUM/TwFKpkUXAkI/AAAAAAAAALo/BT4G1jP66aE/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-1749915787725059950</id><published>2011-12-30T20:59:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T21:39:32.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chico ????-2011</title><content type='html'>Our beloved family dog Chico was laid to rest this week. We have had him  before having children and before we got married. He's been in the  family since 2002. That's almost 10 years! I remember adopting him as  soon as I graduated college as a sign of my independence. I wanted to  take care of someone as I felt like I was an official adult in the real  world.When I adopted him, the SPCA didn't have an exact age on Chico but  they estimated he was about 4 years old. That means he must have been  real close to 14yrs old. Just the thought of seeing him go was really  hard for our family. We had to have lots of conversations with Ati to  prepare her for what was to come. Thankfully when the day came she  handled it very well and surprisingly I did to. No tears were shed. It  was a different story for my dear hubby though : (  He had to walk away  several times to compose himself emotionally. I held it together pretty  well until that night when everyone was asleep and laid in bed. I  couldn't help but think how scary it must have been for him to be in a  strange cold room and go out all alone like that with someone he didn't  even know. Just typing this out is hard. We miss him dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chico,  we miss you! I've had to sweep the kitchen floor after dinner every  night since you've been gone...I am gonna miss you picking up the kids  food scraps and crumbs. I never thought I'd say this but we miss you  under the kitchen table waiting with anticipation for the kids to drop  something on accident. We took that for granted! I miss hanging out with  you after the kids are in bed and you lounge with mom and dad on the  couch at night. I miss your bark when you hear something outside. And  sadly I even miss the scratching on the patio door letting us know you  need to go outside or need to come back in. We worried you would be  jealous when we had our first child but you were so sweet to protect her  and play with her as if you were an uncle. The same with our second.  You were a part of our family and will always be in our memories! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJAwaVD_5g0/Tv6BNY9yPUI/AAAAAAAAALM/NeGEibMHqq8/s1600/DSCN0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJAwaVD_5g0/Tv6BNY9yPUI/AAAAAAAAALM/NeGEibMHqq8/s320/DSCN0561.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692129046082764098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Family Christmas Picture (before kids)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy0XdET_Cjc/Tv6BNLC1VJI/AAAAAAAAALE/FsfV_wwxVxk/s1600/Family%2BPics%2B027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy0XdET_Cjc/Tv6BNLC1VJI/AAAAAAAAALE/FsfV_wwxVxk/s320/Family%2BPics%2B027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692129042345841810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chico keeping watch on driveway while Ati played&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Iy0XdET_Cjc/Tv6BNLC1VJI/AAAAAAAAALE/FsfV_wwxVxk/s1600/Family%2BPics%2B027.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-Q4JMKY9mo/Tv6BNarm7HI/AAAAAAAAALc/EaofZRH4jj8/s1600/DSCN0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-Q4JMKY9mo/Tv6BNarm7HI/AAAAAAAAALc/EaofZRH4jj8/s320/DSCN0568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692129046543395954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chico checking out the snow here at home several years ago&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-b-Q4JMKY9mo/Tv6BNarm7HI/AAAAAAAAALc/EaofZRH4jj8/s1600/DSCN0568.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OOMK0ogm6Uk/Tv6ArW1UAII/AAAAAAAAAKs/hnPtGI5ON5A/s1600/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OOMK0ogm6Uk/Tv6ArW1UAII/AAAAAAAAAKs/hnPtGI5ON5A/s320/DSC00352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692128461394804866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lounging on the couch&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OOMK0ogm6Uk/Tv6ArW1UAII/AAAAAAAAAKs/hnPtGI5ON5A/s1600/DSC00352.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o26VomRYZvE/Tv6ArMLYpTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mzSbDYwZVC8/s1600/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o26VomRYZvE/Tv6ArMLYpTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mzSbDYwZVC8/s320/DSC00351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692128458534593842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Keeping the kids company&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o26VomRYZvE/Tv6ArMLYpTI/AAAAAAAAAKc/mzSbDYwZVC8/s1600/DSC00351.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qzNwJegFofM/Tv6Aq-7ilyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/bTg0Q-ojLec/s1600/Picture%2B104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qzNwJegFofM/Tv6Aq-7ilyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/bTg0Q-ojLec/s320/Picture%2B104.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692128454978475810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging out under the tree this Christmas!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qzNwJegFofM/Tv6Aq-7ilyI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/bTg0Q-ojLec/s1600/Picture%2B104.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MicTbBIXteQ/Tv6Ar7i35fI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MYvfrEJf0sE/s1600/Img1002.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/-MicTbBIXteQ/Tv6Ar7i35fI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MYvfrEJf0sE/s320/Img1002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692128471249577458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Chico often traveled with us especially when we went camping!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MicTbBIXteQ/Tv6Ar7i35fI/AAAAAAAAAK0/MYvfrEJf0sE/s1600/Img1002.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-1749915787725059950?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1749915787725059950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2011/12/chico-2011.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/1749915787725059950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/1749915787725059950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2011/12/chico-2011.html' title='Chico ????-2011'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hJAwaVD_5g0/Tv6BNY9yPUI/AAAAAAAAALM/NeGEibMHqq8/s72-c/DSCN0561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-8569368550036165056</id><published>2011-11-29T20:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T21:25:44.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheels are Turning</title><content type='html'>As a first grade teacher I sometimes catch myself thinking out loud in front of my students. Sometimes it goes right over their heads and they don't catch on but other times they understand every bit of it. Especially my really bright students read into my comments and catch me off guard when they respond to my think out loud humor. Take today for example....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were having a whole class math conversation and I wanted an answer to a question that I had posed. I picked on a quiet little girl who usually doesn't raise her hand but wanted her participation so I asked her what she thought the answer might be. Others around her were anxious to blurt out the answer and looked like they were about to pee their pants with their little fingers reaching for the ceiling. I could tell they were disapointed that I hadn't called on them for surely they knew the right answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I can tell right away when a student has no idea what I am talking about or even the slightest idea to what the answer might be. But she had been paying attention the whole time and when I called on her name I could tell she was really thinking about the math in her head. As she was looking off into the distance deep in thought, others around her literally were about to burst their little mouths open with anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my hand up to the others to calm them down as I looked intently at my little friend. As I put my hand up I said...."Hold on, the wheels are turning I can see it. She's almost got it." Usually a 6yr. old doesn't understand phrases that are meant as an analogy and so often those comments go unnoticed or they look at me totally confused as If I just didn't make any sense whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I said "The wheels are turning..." she lost her focus and instead gave me a blank stare. At this, one of my other students replied...."The wheels aren't turning anymore!"  Sometimes it's hard to keep a straight face when the little ones catch on to me. I was sure to encourage my little friend though as I was proud of her for really thinking hard there for a while. That's the best part of my job if you ask me. When you get to see with your own eyes the learning going on in a child's mind. They may stumble and fall and not have all the right answers all the time but how else do you learn to ride a bike if it not for all the practice! When you get to see the light bulb go off in their sweet face I swear there is a facial expression for that! Every time I see it go off in their faces it just makes me want to give them a big ole' hug. And I give thanks that I am given the opportunity to make an imprint like that on their journey of learning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-8569368550036165056?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/8569368550036165056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2011/11/wheels-are-turning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/8569368550036165056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/8569368550036165056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2011/11/wheels-are-turning.html' title='Wheels are Turning'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-3735039453686525134</id><published>2011-11-23T21:33:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T22:02:09.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Later...</title><content type='html'>So it's been about a year since I last posted. I took an unannounced, unplanned year off. And it's been great! I needed some time to disconnect from all things social media. Glad to be back! So much has happened since a year ago and I feel so bad that I have not documented it all! Oh well...no looking back just looking forward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maciah has gotten so big since the last time I posted a picture of him on this blog! This is the most current pic I have of him from this past weekend. He's such a stud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M2jEGuuBHtg/Ts3Aqm74daI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ngOpKI5Y2Ro/s1600/Picture%2B082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M2jEGuuBHtg/Ts3Aqm74daI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ngOpKI5Y2Ro/s320/Picture%2B082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678406543422813602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And my sweet Ati...She's such a loving big sister but diva nonetheless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nw4alUzfEro/Ts3Aq1_yubI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BGQ3Dzjgwgw/s1600/Picture%2B089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nw4alUzfEro/Ts3Aq1_yubI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BGQ3Dzjgwgw/s320/Picture%2B089.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678406547465746866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on Thanksgiving break from work and have had a great time resting and spending time with the family! I had a list of things I wanted to accomplish this week and so far so good...Take a look at my To Do List...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. SLEEP IN!----  check&lt;br /&gt;2.Start Working out again daily------check&lt;br /&gt;3. Decide on a summer trip----check&lt;br /&gt;4. Make a craft----check&lt;br /&gt;5. Read my book more than just before bed----check&lt;br /&gt;6. Take an afternoon nap-----check&lt;br /&gt;7. Figure out fancy new camera----hmm.. not yet...feeling intimidated by all the features.&lt;br /&gt;8.Start blogging again----doing it now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to be back!! Excited to start documenting all of the craziness that goes on in our beautiful family life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-3735039453686525134?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/3735039453686525134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-year-later.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/3735039453686525134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/3735039453686525134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2011/11/one-year-later.html' title='One Year Later...'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M2jEGuuBHtg/Ts3Aqm74daI/AAAAAAAAAJw/ngOpKI5Y2Ro/s72-c/Picture%2B082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-8467626256183147385</id><published>2010-11-25T22:16:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T23:17:56.547-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks!</title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving! I can't believe the holidays are upon us. My how time flies! We have tons to be thankful for and I just love that we have a special day in which we can ponder on all our blessings to be thankful for. God is Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here on this Thanksgiving night, typing on my couch, I am enjoying the quiet of the house with our Christmas tree lit and all of our Christmas decorations illuminating a warm glow. Just one of the reasons I love the Christmas season. All I am missing is the fire in the chimney and a hot mug of cocoa. Not cold enough yet for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEways, I must admit this is the first year that we put up the Christmas decorations before Thanksgiving. We put them up the day before Thanksgiving, a first for us! We usually put them up after Thanksgiving. For some reason Johnny was excited to put them up so he took the initiative and made the trip up to the attic to retrieve the boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As him and Ati were setting up the Christmas tree I was in our bedroom making our bed. The following conversation ensued as I listened from our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny: Ati, why do we celebrate Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;Ati: For Santa Claus!&lt;br /&gt;Johnny: ummmm....good answer but that's not it. Let me give you a hint. C-H-R-I-S-T-mas.&lt;br /&gt;Ati: Oh! For the Christmas Tree!!&lt;br /&gt;Johnny: Nooooo. Ok, who do we bake a cake for every Christmas and sing Happy Birthday to?&lt;br /&gt;Ati: uhhhhh...Santa Claus?&lt;br /&gt;Johnny: No.&lt;br /&gt;Ati: What letter does it start with?&lt;br /&gt;Johnny: J&lt;br /&gt;Ati: Jaime!&lt;br /&gt;Johnny: Nooooo. Jesus!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My and here we thought we were doing a good job of teaching her the real reason for the season! We're going to have to be sure to sprinkle these lessons a little more now that she is older and can understand. Just a little later that day, she helped me set up our little nativity. It's made out of glass so I had to take some time to explain that she was not allowed to touch any of the figurines. This was our conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ati, I really need for you NOT to touch baby Jesus or his family or animals.&lt;br /&gt;Ati: Mom, he's in his car seat so he's gonna be okay.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Babe, that's not a car seat its a basket with hay in it.&lt;br /&gt;Ati: Why is he in a basket?&lt;br /&gt;Me: He was born in a barn and that's why there's animals here too.&lt;br /&gt;Ati: So he didn't have a car seat?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Nope. He didn't even have a crib to lay in.&lt;br /&gt;Ati: Who are those three guys?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Those are the wise men who brought presents to Jesus when he was born. It was such a special day!&lt;br /&gt;Ati: Well, they should have brought him a car seat. Look baby Jesus is already missing an arm!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yeah, that was Baby Atianna that got a hold of baby Jesus a couple of years ago and was not careful with him.&lt;br /&gt;Ati: Well, he DID die mom.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Yes, but he was a grown up when he died,not a baby. Either way, PLEASE don't touch any of these. We don't need baby Jesus missing any more limbs.&lt;br /&gt;Ati: (Let's the information soak in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'am sure we'll have plenty of these conversations this season as we will be more intentional with our little spunky Atianna. In the mean time Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for free Holiday Cards from Shutterfly! They are offering 50 free holiday cards for bloggers. Visit &lt;a href="http://blog.shutterfly.com/5358/holiday2010-blog-submission-form/"&gt;here &lt;/a&gt;if your interested in this deal! Thanks Kelsey for the heads up via your post!! We love anything that is free,ninety free!!! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-8467626256183147385?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/8467626256183147385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/11/giving-thanks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/8467626256183147385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/8467626256183147385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks!'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-3537009793457156705</id><published>2010-10-31T22:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T23:34:55.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you do for a living?</title><content type='html'>As most of you know Johnny is self-employed and has a limousine business. This has allowed him the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; to be able to be the stay at home Mr. Mom while I work full time as a First Grade teacher. He works mostly on Fri. nights and Saturdays. During the week he mostly does vehicle maintenance if needed, works on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;administrative&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; marketing side of the business and answers the phones. On top of this he also balances the responsibilities of being the primary care giver to our little ones while I am at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in order for us to not pull each other's hair out and to make some extra money on the side since I have been home on maternity leave he has been driving for his dad during the week. His dad also has a limousine business but has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hirsch&lt;/span&gt; in his fleet that gets used for funerals. So herein enters a funny story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After doing a funeral in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hirsch&lt;/span&gt; Johnny decides to bring it home to grab some lunch since our house was on the way to the storage. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ati&lt;/span&gt; is used to running errands with daddy during the week and enjoys riding in the back of limos when they need washing at the car wash. So this day &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ati&lt;/span&gt; decides she wants to go with daddy to drop off the car at the storage. So of course daddy would love the company and I of course would love the quiet time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Maciah&lt;/span&gt;. So off they go. As soon as she walks out the front door she notices it is NOT a limo. She doesn't think anything about it and is okay with her new seating arrangement up in the front with daddy in the passenger seat since there is no seating in the back. Only space for a coffin. I know.....weird. I've never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ridden&lt;/span&gt; in one cause I think it's too creepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the following conversation ensues on the way to the storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Ati&lt;/span&gt; (after looking in the back): Daddy, where do the people sit?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Ummm&lt;/span&gt;....people don't sit back there. A person lays back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Ati&lt;/span&gt; (her little brain wheels are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;churnin&lt;/span&gt;'): How do they lay?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Well they are in a box. And we put the box back there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Ati&lt;/span&gt;: Why are they in a box?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: Well.........(long pause) Baby, they have died and I drive them to heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Ati&lt;/span&gt;: This car FLIES?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: No baby, this car doesn't fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ati&lt;/span&gt;: So you drive them there.&lt;br /&gt;Daddy: (At this point he just gives up and decides the conversation will have to wait for when she gets a little older to understand or just let mommy do the cleaning up.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got home I was washing the dishes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ati&lt;/span&gt; runs in excited to share some news with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Ati&lt;/span&gt;: MOMMY MOMMY! Guess WHAT! Daddy drives people to Heaven!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: He does WHAT??......(I look over at Johnny. And all he can do is shrug his shoulders, and gives me this face like what was I supposed to say?? Not that you drive people to Heaven! I wanted to reply. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ati&lt;/span&gt; looked so proud of her daddy. We had to sit her down and explain that only Jesus can take people to heaven. But daddy helps with their earthly body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT......she decided driving people to heaven was a much cooler answer and has since then decided that's what he does for a living. Weeks after this episode we went to pick her up from a Mother's Day out program she attends twice a week at a local church in which we are not attenders of. Since we don't attend the church they don't really know us. When Johnny got to her little classroom for pickup the teacher approached him with a concerned look. The following conversation ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "Mr. Garcia, I must ask, what do you do for a living?"&lt;br /&gt;Johnny: "Let me guess, she told you I drive people to heaven?"&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: "Yes, she did."&lt;br /&gt;Johnny: "well...Let me explain....."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt;....Our little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Ati&lt;/span&gt;. We have had to do lots of explaining due to her vibrant little imagination. But we have also had to explain our own little mishaps along the way. I guess her daddy shares the same "vibrant imagination" she has. Just glad he had to do the clean up at mother's day out and explain himself. As a matter of fact we have had to explain ourselves lots of times. Hey, we're not the best of parents, but we're &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;tryin&lt;/span&gt;'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-3537009793457156705?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/3537009793457156705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-do-you-do-for-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/3537009793457156705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/3537009793457156705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/10/what-do-you-do-for-living.html' title='What do you do for a living?'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-6323626361748016499</id><published>2010-10-25T11:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T11:19:28.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Lil' Pumpkins!</title><content type='html'>This weekend we visited a pumpkin patch with our dear friend Trina and her boys. We had tons of fun taking pictures and picking out a pumpkin. This day was a day of firsts for us. We had never taken Ati to a pumpkin patch before. And obviously this was Maciah's first time to visit one too. After the patch we came home, had dinner together then we carved our first pumpkin ever! With Trina's help of course. Then we ate pumpkin pie. Well never had that either. And I actually liked it! I think my taste buds are expanding as I get older. The kids enjoyed their afternoon of pumpkin adventures. Most of all I think they enjoyed taking the guts out of their pumpkin. Then they were off and Trina and I were left with the carving part. Afterwards, we had a pumpkin lighting ceremony. So fun! We may actually make this a tradition from now on. Here's to friends, new traditions, and pumpkins! Happy Halloween! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TMWrWYvqfJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NfTerAFXcPk/s1600/Picture+239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532016118382361746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TMWrWYvqfJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NfTerAFXcPk/s320/Picture+239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TMWrWBQxfJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7hWXSbK0q9w/s1600/Picture+237.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532016112078781586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TMWrWBQxfJI/AAAAAAAAAJI/7hWXSbK0q9w/s320/Picture+237.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TMWrVeMeeBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TRAtljYY3Ts/s1600/Picture+236.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532016102665517074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TMWrVeMeeBI/AAAAAAAAAJA/TRAtljYY3Ts/s320/Picture+236.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TMWrVEFJ5SI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ILUXz5VcnP0/s1600/Picture+232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532016095655486754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TMWrVEFJ5SI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ILUXz5VcnP0/s320/Picture+232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-6323626361748016499?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6323626361748016499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-lil-pumpkins.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/6323626361748016499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/6323626361748016499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/10/our-lil-pumpkins.html' title='Our Lil&apos; Pumpkins!'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TMWrWYvqfJI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NfTerAFXcPk/s72-c/Picture+239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-3867394510743497634</id><published>2010-10-14T15:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T15:59:42.052-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joy of Declutter!</title><content type='html'>So my goal this past summer was to declutter our house. We accomplished it thanks to my nesting period during pregnancy. It feels so good to know that we can open any closet, drawer or cabinet and everything is organized. Everything has a place and a spot, so when we walk in the door with miscellaneous items we know exactly where they are supposed to go. Our house wasn't cluttery from the outside but if you looked behind closed doors it was a mess. Especially our attic and garage since that is where odds and ends got stored. Not anymore! I can compare our home in a spiritual sense to someone who looks great on the outside but deep down in their hearts there is some mess that needs dealing with. Ahhhh...it feels so good when you finally heal and let Jesus come in to your life to do his clean up in you. Oh the joys of his saving grace! Well that's how my house feels like. Just thought I would plug in a little bible lesson in here. ; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this weekend is our last and final step of the declutter process. And since I am on a roll with the whole living life simply theme I figured it was perfect for me to share online. Oh and a little advertising doesn't hurt either! All proceeds are going to our current Financial Peace baby step and what's left over is being donated. Best of both worlds! So come by and hang out with us, you can shop or just bring your "junk" and maybe you can make some cash while lounging on a lawn chair with a cold soda! It doesn't get better than that! Our whole neighborhood is having a garage sale weekend so I will be trying really hard to NOT walk around to visit the bargains down the street. Last I need is to add more clutter to my already neat home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the road to livin' the simple life! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528008582403451522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TLduhF136oI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0s44IX276TM/s320/Picture+228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528008606633534946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TLduigGxpeI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ReNp2UQ7nEA/s320/Picture+231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-3867394510743497634?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/3867394510743497634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/10/joy-of-declutter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/3867394510743497634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/3867394510743497634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/10/joy-of-declutter.html' title='Joy of Declutter!'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TLduhF136oI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0s44IX276TM/s72-c/Picture+228.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-8810876876981958872</id><published>2010-10-10T15:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T16:28:02.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Simpler Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that disposable diapers take an estimated 250-500 years to decompose in a landfill?? Kind of interesting to think that your used disposables out live you in some landfill somewhere. hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things have changed in our household in the recent couple of months. Yes, the arrival of our cute little boy is one of them! But other than that we have officially transitioned into cloth diaper users! Of course one reason being for the environmentally friendly cause but the money saving cause was the winner that won us over. Or should I say me. Johnny is not too happy...but he'll get over it once he sees how much it actually does save us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johnny and I are doing Financial Peace University at our church and have learned some great financial lessons and are trekkin along the baby steps needed to become a family free of financial bonds. Cloth Diapers are not one of the baby steps mind you but one of the things we have done to help accomplish the very first baby step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This looks different for everyone but for us we have had to shed and get rid of some things and habits around here. Maybe I'll post our progress on the blog later. But for now we are excited about our cloth diapers! No more last minute trips to the store cause we ran out of diapers! Check it out, I even installed a clothesline in our backyard. I learned online that they last alot longer drying that way and the sun bleaches any stains that the washer might not have gotten. The natural power of God's Creation! Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we officially have a clotheline in our backyard! I make Johnny feel better by adding that it's a retractable one! So easy to hide when we are back there. So in addition to our clothesline, we have also cut our TV cable. This one was the toughest for my dear husband. But through some intervention and hand holding he(we)managed to pull the plug. Johnny likes to poke fun at me by saying, "What's next? You wanna get rid of the cars and just get some horses?" He probably shouldn't give me any more ideas:) Well, we are taking it slowly, I am gonna give him some time before I start making an organic garden in the backyard. We'll see what he has to say about that! In the mean time we will be getting used to cloth diapers, and enjoying some local television with the bunny ear antennas! On the road to a simpler life! (Or maybe going back to the 1960's.) Who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out that awesome, user friendly cloth diaper and my handy dandy retractable clothesline!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526531690829137506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TLIvSr_PRmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_MGIh4nAtVQ/s320/Picture+226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526531443472483090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TLIvESg0QxI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vfQJmZznsW8/s320/Picture+225.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-8810876876981958872?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/8810876876981958872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/10/simpler-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/8810876876981958872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/8810876876981958872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/10/simpler-life.html' title='A Simpler Life'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TLIvSr_PRmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/_MGIh4nAtVQ/s72-c/Picture+226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-7321399786105063891</id><published>2010-10-06T22:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T23:13:17.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Yrs....Oh My!</title><content type='html'>Our little Ati turned 5 yrs. two weeks ago. Five years went by too fast. She has got a personality like no other! She is vibrant, loud, sassy all traits from daddy! Although she is also smart, loves books and is somewhat organized thanks to mommy : ) Here is a little walk down memory lane of her firsts to the very recent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her First Birthday....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525146692671055442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TK1DpLyVJlI/AAAAAAAAAH4/0UAdK1wISlk/s320/Img0525.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Fifth Birthday....(those are popcorn bucket cupcakes! we had an outdoor movie theme party. Fun! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525146695675030002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TK1DpW-iKfI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Nv393ZMENz0/s320/Picture+220.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Very First Day of Preschool.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525146700095522946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TK1DpncdiII/AAAAAAAAAII/YHuv-oOPEBQ/s320/Family+Pics+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her First day of Preschool this year.....(note, she can carry the backpack now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TK1Dp3g_rVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pXI8FoF0yzw/s1600/Picture+211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525146704409505106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TK1Dp3g_rVI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pXI8FoF0yzw/s320/Picture+211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My how they grow so FAST! We love you Ati! We look foward to many more years together full of love, laughs, and hot pink nail polish with sparkles! I pinky promise! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1789625253372827480-7321399786105063891?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7321399786105063891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/10/5-yrsoh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/7321399786105063891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/7321399786105063891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/10/5-yrsoh-my.html' title='5 Yrs....Oh My!'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TK1DpLyVJlI/AAAAAAAAAH4/0UAdK1wISlk/s72-c/Img0525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-8373746539762189538</id><published>2010-09-20T11:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T11:47:33.479-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Month and 10 days ago.....</title><content type='html'>We can't believe it's been a little over a month ago that we were blessed with the arrival of our little Maciah. Even though our world has been turned upside down with sleepless nights, early mornings and fatigue we wouldn't trade it for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Mother's Day, Johnny got me a maternity photo session with our favorite photog. I was hesitant on having a maternity session done and instead I really really wanted a birth photo session. During a birth session your photog is with you in the hospital during birth capturing those priceless moments before, during and after birth. Put those pictures together and you've got a Pictorial Birth Story! One of the main reasons I really wanted a birth session was because I felt like I missed out on so much when Atianna was born. Being sedated and in recovery I missed out on our family's reaction to our baby being a boy or a girl. We enjoy not finding out the gender for our surprise and our family's on that special day. For us it just makes it much more exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When speaking to our photog about choosing a birth session over a maternity session (because we couldn't afford both) we were in for a surprise! She had never offered birth sessions to clients but had only at the time done them for her family members. She had been thinking about doing birth sessions professionally but before doing so she would need pictures of some in her portfolio to show prospective clients. Due to perfect timing she offered to do a birth session for us for free in order that she may use our prints for marketing purposes! I wish I could show you a picture of me doing the happy dance. But unfortunately I don't.  BUT, what I do have is the slide show of Maciah's Birth Story!! I must say our family's reaction to the It's a Boy! news is priceless. Even though I wasn't there to see, the pictures are worth more than my actually being there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://minnetted.com/clientgalleries/GarciaBirth/"&gt;Click Here for the link.&lt;/a&gt; I think it will only be available to view for a couple of weeks and then taken down. In the mean time I've got to get my creative juices running and figure out how to get a coffee table book made with these! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if your ever in the market for getting some AMAZING pictures taken of your sweet family or babies I totally recommend using our dear friend Minnette! She does some amazing work and is the sweetest to work with! &lt;a href="http://minnetted.com/"&gt;Click here to view her website.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-8373746539762189538?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/8373746539762189538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/09/1-month-and-10-days-ago.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/8373746539762189538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/8373746539762189538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/09/1-month-and-10-days-ago.html' title='1 Month and 10 days ago.....'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-1373292399855117922</id><published>2010-08-30T21:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T22:46:01.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mediterranean Gecko</title><content type='html'>There is never a dull moment in the Garcia household. We've had friends tell us they wished they could be a fly on the wall in our house b/c we are never short of funny moments. This recent episode is one such case. Within in the last several weeks I have had the worst encounter with baby lizards IN OUR HOUSE! I didn't understand why I was the only one finding these reptiles in the house. I must state that I am terribly fearful or just flat out scared that I will jump on anything and scream when I come face to face with lizards, water roaches, big spiders,etc. Emphasis on Big. Little spiders or roaches are okay but when they are oversized I lose all cool. I am sure I scare these little creatures away with my loud screaming and running around. This is not good when my dear husband comes to the rescue and can't find them anymore and I stand there like a dummy on top of the washer in the laundry room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was the only one finding these babies, I got to thinking if there are baby lizards in the house, then there must be a momma or poppa lizard somewhere around here giving birth or no wait reptiles lay eggs! Ewwww!!! Short of me packing my bags to stay at a hotel or my parents house I started praying that those parent lizards would be found and hoping that it wouldn't be me to find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well folks, my prayer was answered!! Poor Atianna. We quickly found out that she is like her momma when it comes to creepy crawlers. She was coming out of her bedroom into the living room when we heard her scream sheer terror. We couldn't even ask what was wrong b/c she quickly got out of dodge. She ran into the nearest room which was Maciah's in which he was sound asleep and slammed the door shut. I wasn't gonna stick around b/c I knew that she saw something and had a feeling that a lizard was involved. So I ran to my bedroom and hopped on the bed on all fours. Johnny was left by himself totally clueless. Ati wouldn't open the door and I wasn't gonna leave my spot on top of the bed. Ati decided to communicate to us through the baby monitor b/c she refused to open the door. As I am on guard on top of my bed I yell across the house to Ati through a shut door asking her what she saw. She responds via the baby monitor in which the recievers are hooked up in the kitchen and our bedroom not on low volume might I add. Everytime she speaks into the baby monitor her voice is heard like an intercom throughout the whole house. Johnny finally gets a broom and a flashlight and gets to work. I offer to shine the flashlight under the couches from my bedroom of course on top of the bed still. So here is the scene. Ati is in Maciah's room with him asleep yelling into the baby monitor "Did you catch it yet?!?!?" Her yelling is magnified as if she were using a bullhorn in our ears. I'am hanging off my bed upside down trying to shine the flashlight into the living room underneath the couches.Johnny did point out that the creature could climb up the bed if it wanted to so there was no use on seeking shelter on it. Once Johnny got a good look at it he yelled b/c Ati's voice was so loud "I don't know what you guys are so scared about! It's just a Geiko!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, at that point I almost fell off the bed head first from laughter. I might be scared of creepy crawlers but I at least know that Geiko is an Insurance Company with a lizard as a mascot. Or is it a gecko? After this momma or poppa was captured and gotten "rid" of we then got into a great conversation between the differences of lizards,geckos,crocodiles and yes geiko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to find out our little visitors are called Mediterranean Geckos. At least they have a fancy name! I also learned they they prey on insects like spiders and roaches! This fact made me think twice about getting "rid" of our little friends. I should have shown a little hospitality, after all they are fighting the war against spiders and roaches. Johnny thinks I'am a little crazy for googleing geckos but I had to get to the bottom of our little visitors. And learn more about them. In the end if you can't fight them well.....join them. In the fight against other creepy crawlers. From the front or backyard.....obviously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/THx6U8G-0yI/AAAAAAAAAHw/yj4DB_UIVTA/s1600/7-MediterraneanGecko-1_jpg_w300h260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511414544146027298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/THx6U8G-0yI/AAAAAAAAAHw/yj4DB_UIVTA/s320/7-MediterraneanGecko-1_jpg_w300h260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-1373292399855117922?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1373292399855117922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/08/mediterranean-gecko.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/1373292399855117922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/1373292399855117922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/08/mediterranean-gecko.html' title='Mediterranean Gecko'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/THx6U8G-0yI/AAAAAAAAAHw/yj4DB_UIVTA/s72-c/7-MediterraneanGecko-1_jpg_w300h260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-7447121984858117677</id><published>2010-08-19T19:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T19:27:10.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Father Like Daughter</title><content type='html'>Without the princess high heels and pretty bow of course, but just like daddy nonetheless! Hoping Maciah turns out to be a momma's boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TG3LpCZyGkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EbEnz67aVHg/s1600/Picture+206.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507281825224071746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TG3LpCZyGkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EbEnz67aVHg/s320/Picture+206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TG3LowUMktI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mrwaRjuh_ac/s1600/Picture+205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507281820368802514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TG3LowUMktI/AAAAAAAAAHY/mrwaRjuh_ac/s320/Picture+205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-7447121984858117677?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7447121984858117677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/08/like-father-like-daughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/7447121984858117677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/7447121984858117677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/08/like-father-like-daughter.html' title='Like Father Like Daughter'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TG3LpCZyGkI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EbEnz67aVHg/s72-c/Picture+206.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-1889506750265279346</id><published>2010-08-14T21:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T22:55:39.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maciah's Birth</title><content type='html'>We are so excited to finally be home from the hospital! We are adjusting to having a newborn in the house especially a male one! Diaper changing a boy has proven to be much more challenging that a girl ever was. Johnny has been in charge of diaper duty and he's already been showered upon by little Maciah. Speaking of peeing all over the place. As soon as they took him out of my tummy he also showered down the doctor! I couldn't help but ask if any of that pee fell on my wide open tummy on the surgery table. Doc said it would have been okay either way b/c the baby's urine made up the amniotic fluid. So it was already in there anyways. Interesting what you learn while in surgery. I tried to get Johnny to take pictures of the surgery but he refused. He wouldn't turn the camera on until the baby actually came out. Would have loved to see what my insides look like. I know it's sounds yucky but I think it interesting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interesting story from the day of Maciah's birth. All through this pregnancy we had planned on delivering the baby via VBAC. Which stands for Vaginal Birth after Cesarean. Since Atianna was breached she had to be delivered via C-Sect. And this time around I really wanted to experience a "natural" birth. We knew the risks involved but thought the benefits heavily outweighed the small chances of those risks. Although this was MY plan my prayer ultimately was for God's will to be done. Because I know that HIS plan is always far better than mine will ever be. So as we moved further into the pregnancy specifically the 41 week mark my doc noticed on the ultrasounds that the amniotic fluid around the baby was a little low. The morning of our delivery the doctor deemed it too low in fact that a C-Sect that evening had to be done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little heart was so set on delivering this baby naturally that right before being rolled into the operating room I thought I felt contractions. I almost wanted to stop the whole thing and say "WAIT! Before you cut me open I really think if we wait a little bit longer these contractions can get stronger and I can do this thing!"  But I didn't. I had to trust in God's plan and be content with His provision. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, after the baby was out and the doc and her assistant were putting everything back in my tummy and preparing to close me up she said to me, "You know Jaime, I'am glad I didn't let you go any longer and go into labor after all. After looking at your uterline scar from your previous C-sect. The lining around the scar was really thin." As I was trying to process this I asked, " So does that mean that I had a larger risk of my uterus rupturing during labor?" Both her and her assistant nodded a big Yes in unison. My reply to this was "Praise God! He DOES know best!" I think they both thought me crazy at that point. They probably thought it was the epidural or something. But I couldn't help but praise Him during his precious revelation to me while laying on that surgery table even if my insides were all out in the open along with the beautiful sound of a crying baby in the background as a reminder that our God is Awesome and is Good.....All the TIME!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy our Pics from that Beautiful Day! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5467304e446b794f54593d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5467304e446b794f54593d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;Personalize your own &lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/all/" target="_blank"&gt;free slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-1889506750265279346?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1889506750265279346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/08/maciahs-birth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/1889506750265279346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/1889506750265279346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/08/maciahs-birth.html' title='Maciah&apos;s Birth'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-8582370944370769861</id><published>2010-08-11T09:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T18:36:54.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Boy!!</title><content type='html'>We are proud to announce the arrival of our new little bundle of Joy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maciah Jude Garcia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-10-10 6:45pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weight- 7pds. 6 ounces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height- 19.5 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for your prayers and well wishes!! For pictures click &lt;a href="http://minnetted.com/"&gt;HERE!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-8582370944370769861?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/8582370944370769861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-boy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/8582370944370769861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/8582370944370769861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-boy.html' title='It&apos;s a Boy!!'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-4307706083724092560</id><published>2010-07-28T23:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T23:42:11.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scissors &amp; Hair</title><content type='html'>This is what happens when Ati gets ahold of scissors. So much for donating to Locks of Love : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TFEGIupI_BI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mO35qfbcNYw/s1600/Picture+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499183367025392658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TFEGIupI_BI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mO35qfbcNYw/s320/Picture+130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1789625253372827480-4307706083724092560?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4307706083724092560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/07/scissors-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/4307706083724092560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/4307706083724092560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/07/scissors-hair.html' title='Scissors &amp; Hair'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TFEGIupI_BI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/mO35qfbcNYw/s72-c/Picture+130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-2477756527828926292</id><published>2010-07-25T18:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T18:54:53.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Camp</title><content type='html'>Ati attended Princess Camp last week at our local Y. We knew this was right up her alley as she loves all things girly and sparkly. She was a bit apprehensive at first b/c she was afraid she wouldn't know anyone but quickly made friends with 2 other princesses whom she was in ballet class with. They were inseperable the whole week. On the last day mommy's were invited for a royal tea party with the princesses. They even had a spa day complete with manicures and pedicures for the girls. I think I need to sign myself up for an adult princess camp! Any takers?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TEzOUTYULxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WKBrM9e16k0/s1600/Picture+129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497996093307498258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TEzOUTYULxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WKBrM9e16k0/s320/Picture+129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TEzOT87PT5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/FUM8L8_VD9U/s1600/Picture+128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497996087279964050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TEzOT87PT5I/AAAAAAAAAHA/FUM8L8_VD9U/s320/Picture+128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TEzOTcDK-GI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uBVT9wxFjJI/s1600/Picture+127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497996078454863970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TEzOTcDK-GI/AAAAAAAAAG4/uBVT9wxFjJI/s320/Picture+127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TEzOTBz50WI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AF0UPwXmN3k/s1600/Picture+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497996071411503458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TEzOTBz50WI/AAAAAAAAAGw/AF0UPwXmN3k/s320/Picture+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TEzOSqwZo0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/E_QJw6IfeaA/s1600/Picture+125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497996065222796098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TEzOSqwZo0I/AAAAAAAAAGo/E_QJw6IfeaA/s320/Picture+125.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-2477756527828926292?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/2477756527828926292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/07/princess-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/2477756527828926292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/2477756527828926292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/07/princess-camp.html' title='Princess Camp'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/TEzOUTYULxI/AAAAAAAAAHI/WKBrM9e16k0/s72-c/Picture+129.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-5273780275334199104</id><published>2010-07-21T19:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T20:23:04.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We miss....</title><content type='html'>Last night Ati and I were getting ready for bed putting our PJ's on. I caught a glimpse of myself in the bathroom mirror and couldn't help but stop and ponder on my ever growing tummy. As I stood there holding my protruding belly I thought and said out loud "You know Ati, just a little while longer and your little brother or sister will be out. Then my tummy will go back to normal again." She quickly responded with a face of utter excitement, "And then you can pick me up again?!"  My train of thought in the mirror quickly turned to her. These 9 months it was so easy for me to think of all the things I miss due to pregnancy. How easy to forget that I am not the only one impacted just because I am blessed to be able to carry this little miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can list off everything I miss about not being pregnant. Probably at the top of my list would be sleeping on my tummy. Then, not having to visit the bathroom every 10 minutes to relieve my pressured bladder. Or not feeling like a duck when I waddle....I mean walk.  The list can go on, but I won't go there because after last night my list is nothing compared to what my little girl misses most. To be picked up and held by her momma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of curiousity I asked Johnny what he missed most. He said he can't wait to stop hearing excuses. hmmmm....I'am just gonna stick to thinking about holding and picking up my Ati again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-5273780275334199104?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5273780275334199104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-miss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/5273780275334199104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/5273780275334199104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/07/we-miss.html' title='We miss....'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-4199970697779283826</id><published>2010-07-16T09:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T10:15:38.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Reunion 2010</title><content type='html'>We just got done hosting the 2010 Garcia Family Reunion here in Houston! It was a great success and was tons of fun seeing family from across the country come together again after two years. It was a long fun weekend but must say am glad it has come to an end! Only because the family from the host city was in charge of putting it all together! It was a lot of work but in the end it all paid off because we had a great time together. If you are a family member and new to our blog...WELCOME! It was much easier for me to post pictures of our event via this blog instead of our family website. The family website is not as user friendly to post pictures from another site. So here you go!! These are pictures from our Welcome Dinner and Casino Night. Please share the links of your pictures from Saturday night (for those of you who joined in the late night partay on the town!) and from our main event. I think in order to view my album you will probably have to set up an account with Walgreens. After that you will have access to all reunion pictures that I downloaded from everyone's camera on Friday night and are available for you to purchase in prints or in CD format. Or any kind of picture gift that is available through Walgreens. Enjoy! And can't wait to see the rest of the pics from Saturday and Sunday's events! Please add your photo links on the Family Website to make available to the rest of the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI3OTI5MjAwMjUwMyZwdD*xMjc5MjkyMTAyMzU5JnA9NjUxMzIxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz**ZjJjZGY4ZDMwMWQ*/OTliYWU5NWJlMzIzMTY1NzdmZCZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo1.walgreens.com/walgreens/fbshareredirect/p=147161279291975023/l=1341802003/g=10795082/redirectURL=share/otsi=SALBBL/AlbumID=3883284003/a=10795082_10795082/usercomments=I_xqd%20like%20to%20share%20my%20Walgreens%20Photo%20Center%20photos%20with%20you.%20Once%20you%20have%20checked%20out%20my%20photos%20you%20can%20order%20prints%20and%20upload%20your%20own%20photos%20to%20share./counttext=766%20photos/COBRAND_NAME=walgreens/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photo1.walgreens.com/walgreens/getimagetnurl/AlbumID=3883284003/a=10795082_10795082/" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photo1.walgreens.com/walgreens/fbshareredirect/p=147161279291975023/l=1341802003/g=10795082/redirectURL=share/otsi=SALBBL/AlbumID=3883284003/a=10795082_10795082/usercomments=I_xqd%20like%20to%20share%20my%20Walgreens%20Photo%20Center%20photos%20with%20you.%20Once%20you%20have%20checked%20out%20my%20photos%20you%20can%20order%20prints%20and%20upload%20your%20own%20photos%20to%20share./counttext=766%20photos/COBRAND_NAME=walgreens/"&gt;I'd like to share my Walgreens Photo Center photos with you. Once you have checked out my photos you can order prints and upload your own photos to share.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-4199970697779283826?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4199970697779283826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/07/family-reunion-2010-766-photos-by-jaime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/4199970697779283826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/4199970697779283826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/07/family-reunion-2010-766-photos-by-jaime.html' title='Family Reunion 2010'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-628384297990197335</id><published>2010-07-13T23:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:00:01.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy &amp; Nesting</title><content type='html'>We are about 3.5 weeks away from the arrival of our second addition to our family. That's if it cooperates with our due date! The doctor said that the baby is considered full term now that I'am 37 weeks. And will be okay if baby decides to make it's grand entrance into the world anytime going foward. Yikes! Sounds so surreal to think about having a newborn around here again. With that being said I have been experiencing or should I say my dear hubby has been "suffering" through a serious nesting period. I feel like I'am a ticking time bomb and before I explode (literally) this house has some serious decluttering to go through. I even have adopted a little decluttering system that I learned through flylady. I take my three boxes that are each labeled- Put Away, Throw Away, Give Away and have been flying through the house. I love it! We have had tons of additional trash to throw, and have collected so many bags of things to be either sold or given away. Feels so good! Our closets and drawers really needed this revamp. Johnny is not liking this nesting thing at all. As he has been in charge of carrying these boxes or getting on his knees if I'am not able to or reach up high b/c well I can't do that either. Sooo,my nesting is really pointing at things and saying help! I think he's missing my school schedule and ready for me to go back to work. LOL&gt;  Oh! And by the way I learned that I love You Tube!! Via their how to videos I have learned how to fold fitted sheets the correct way and tonight learned how to properly debone a chicken! Seriously, Johnny thinks I need to get out of the house. But like I say...better take advantage of this nesting thing now before it ends and am back to being my old self again! I am not lazy.....I'am just sayin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEways, here are some maternity pics that we took a couple of weeks ago. My sweet hubby got me a photo session with our most favorite photograper for Mother's Day. I absolutely love her and her talent for capturing some beatiful pictures. You rock Minnette!!! Click &lt;a href="http://minnetted.com/clientgalleries/Garcia2010/"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to View the slideshow.  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-628384297990197335?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/628384297990197335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/07/pregnancy-nesting.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/628384297990197335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/628384297990197335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/07/pregnancy-nesting.html' title='Pregnancy &amp; Nesting'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-602133552949546234</id><published>2010-07-05T15:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T15:55:29.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasonal Blogger?? Noooo!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have fallen off the blog wagon and am trying to get back on it. It's been almost a year since I've posted anything and so much has transpired since then. During this 11 month hiatus I have been putting great blogging stories in my mental file that I knew for sure would be great posts.....never happened. So, I've decided to start from scratch! I have dumped out those mental files and hoping I can fill them up along with this blog with all our funny family or sometimes personal musings. That's what I said the first time so let's see how this year turns out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My intentions were not to be a seasonal blogger. But I find my time during the school year is soooo....how shall I put it. BUSY! I soooo dislike that word. I don't like it because when busy I don't have any time for the things or people that matter most to me. At least that's how it feels for me. I get so caught up in doing life that I forget to take a look around and just enjoy the many blessings that God has poured on me and my family. So hopefully once again I can try to document those many blessings on this little corner of mine online that I call our blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to still be here once this summer is over! Stay tuned for posts to come! I'am back!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-602133552949546234?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/602133552949546234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/07/seasonal-blogger-noooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/602133552949546234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/602133552949546234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2010/07/seasonal-blogger-noooo.html' title='Seasonal Blogger?? Noooo!'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-8557606327909459987</id><published>2009-08-25T20:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:11:03.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't call the Helicopter!</title><content type='html'>Last week in small group we planned for an intimate time of worship. Johnny and I set up candles around our living room and closed all our window blinds in order to make it a little dimmer in the house. We wanted everything to run smoothly. In order for our time of solitude and silence to work we needed to come up with an idea for our kiddos. We normally have anywhere from 4 to 6 kids over during group and provide a sitter to play and keep them busy while we meet in the other room. Well on this night we decided to set up shop for them outside in the backyard since it gets dark later in the evening. We set up Ati's bounce house, a picnic table with colors and coloring books, toys, balls you name it so they wouldn't get bored. We made sure the kids went to the bathroom before we started and even told the sitter not to come in the house as we wanted the ambiance very quiet and reverent.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was in place and in order. It was great! Until....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been about 12 mins. in complete silence. We had every adult spread out all over the house with a quiet space to have quiet time in prayer and in The Word before we joined for some music. I can only speak for myself but I was totally focused once I got settled and started praying and reading. I had picked a quiet space in my bedroom right next to the window that faces our backyard. Those blinds were also closed of course so I couldn't see what was going on in the back. I remember sometime during my reading I heard a flying helicopter off in the distance,that was no big deal. Flying helicopters are normal occurances of course. As time passes the helicopter chopper sounds get closer and closer and eventually sounds like it's literally gonna land right on top of our house. It's so loud at this point that no matter how hard I try to stay focused I can't help but feel like I'am at a war somewhere needing to find cover.At this point I get curious and look through my blinds. This is the scene. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the open field right over our fence a Life Flight Helicopter was only a couple of feet from touching ground. All the toys are flying all over the place, the bounce house is too weak to stay afloat amidst the chopper's wings. Our children are running across the backyard looking for cover and protection.And so they run with all their might to their saving grace, their babysitter. All the kids are huddled around this 17 year old whose long hair is uncontrollable with the hurricane force winds.I remember seeing Atianna's face was filled with horror like her whole little world was just about to come tumbeling down.I don't think I had ever seen her run so fast and look so scared like she did then. At this point some of the adults go outside to check things out and make sure everything was okay. I'am sure the kids were filled with questions, including Ati. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a week has passed by and I must say the experience left quite an impression on her 3yr. old little self. She learned the reason that the helicopter landed right over our fence was because someone had gotten really hurt and needed to get to the hospital very quickly. Now I must confess that Ati is prone to bumps,bruises,scratches because even though she is a very girly girl she enjoys being active and actually is pretty good at holding her own with the boys. She keeps up pretty well,and has the bruises and scars to prove it. So her little mishaps are a normal part of our days; they come and go without even a whimper. BUT, ever since the helicopter incident her little bumps,falls,even my inquiries about the origins of her mosquito bites,rashes, anything under the sun is followed by a worried look and a sincere plead to not call the helicopter to come get her. It was funny at first ya'll but now I'am wondering if she's gonna need some counseling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-8557606327909459987?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/8557606327909459987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-call-helicopter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/8557606327909459987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/8557606327909459987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/08/dont-call-helicopter.html' title='Don&apos;t call the Helicopter!'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-6603757973895751480</id><published>2009-07-22T17:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T20:44:59.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>09' Summer Camp-Durango,CO.</title><content type='html'>A couple of months ago I started serving in the youth ministry of my church. I am so lucky and blessed to be able to do this alongside my great friend Genni. Together we serve as small group leaders for freshman and sophmore girls that are in high school. We will be with these girls all the way until their senior year. It has been an awesome experience to get to know these girls and be a part of their lives in order to encourage and support them spiritually,emotionally, and even physically through their high school years. For me it was a period of time where I had the most temptation and had multiple forks in the road in which I had to decide which one to take. I wish I had a mentor or someone older who had been there and done that to hold my hand through those years. Genni and I hope to be that kind of encouragement to these girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we got the opportunity to join these great group of kids to summer camp in the wonderful state of Colorado. We all crammed into two vans and a Tahoe and trekked our way to Durango, CO. The road trip was full of belly laughs, long naps, and great stories were shared all around. During the trip I learned some great vocabulary that made me realize how old I really am. But hanging out with these girls and guys for a week I feel I am caught up on all the young lingo! For example, I learned that "epic" is the new word for "cool". The mountains were so epic. And if something is not cool, then it's an epic fail. Also, "beast" is the new word to describe someone who is good at something. For example, if your good at rock climbing your a beast or your beastin'. So if anyone in our group excelled at any one of our activities they were automatically entitled as beasts. Those are the only two words that come to mind, but I definetly feel prepared for the new school year. I'am gonna be the coolest teacher! That's how I roll yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week was full of daily activities. On Day 1 we rock climbed and rappeled down cliffs. These were no man made rocks let me tell you! Day 2 we hiked up and down a mountain that felt like it lasted all day! It really was about an 8hr. hike. No joke. One of our girls even got altitude sickness while being up there. Before the hike we were told that even old people could do this particular hike which made us comfortable. We even saw old people during the hike! Then, when we finally finished the climb down they told us that it was the most challenging hike they had available. SAY WHAT?!?! They failed to tell us that part in the beginning. Who cares if old people can do the hike? We're from Houston and no where used to that kind of exertion on such low levels of oxygen. I love to hike, but this particular hike wiped me out. I will have to think twice next time I think about hiking again. I know what questions to ask for next time. The kind of people who hike it will not be one of them and I'am not even old. On the last day we white water rafted. Unfortunatly, I have no pictures of that adventure as they warned us that all of our possessions would get wet. :(  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time! We saw God displayed in his great creation and he became so evident in the work he was doing in the hearts of the kids and even in ourselves. I was so humbled and blessed to be able to witness and be involved in one of our girls come to Christ! Her hunger for the Lord was so evident! I loved it! That was one of the many highlights of the trip. I personally experienced Christ that week just being in his presence up in those mountains. You can't but just be in awe of his wonderful masterpiece. And feel so blessed that the God of all creation, the one who created those beautiful mountains and took the time to put so much detail in the gorgeous flowers considers little me as his daughter. He loves us so much he sent his Son to die on the cross. He made this land for us! Those things don't even compare to the kind of love he has for us! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to all the girls who came with us to camp this year! Thanks for opening up to us and allowing us to be a part of your lives. I've got so many pics to share! Most of them are from the hike because when your hiking and climbing for 8hrs. you have nothing else to do but talk to God and those around you and  try to catch your breath and enjoy the scenery and take pictures in awe. The songs I chose to accompany the slide show I thought were very fitting. Enjoy! I'am off to continue to catch up on sleep and let my body heal from all the workout our trip involved. The combination of no sleep and long hours of daily exertion has got be on hibernation mode in my quiet bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5441314d5441794d44673d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: 09' Durango, Co. 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We went to Jellystone's Yogi Bear Park in Waller which is not too far from Houston. We enjoyed our time there! The park is family friendly as they keep the days filled with activities for the kids to keep busy. Since it was July 4th they had extra special activities planned which included Kareoke and a Fourth of July parade in which the kids could participate in. We were undoubtedly met with some record high temperatures during our stay there but made sure to keep cool in the pool and splash water park. When not at the pool we had to hunker down somewhere where there was air conditioning and wait until the sun decided to set to come out and deem it safe and clear from heat stroke conditions . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, we had a great time camping with our group of friends and family for this Fourth of July weekend. We have been discussing doing it again and making it an annual tradition. But will have to rethink about time of year and a non-holiday weekend as the park was noticeably in high demand for 4th of July. Until next time my camping buddies......on cooler conditions that is!! Enjoy our pics!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5441794f5459304e7a6b3d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: July 4th Camping Trip" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5441794f5459304e7a6b3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-5163168422759122661?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/5163168422759122661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-4th-camping-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/5163168422759122661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/5163168422759122661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-4th-camping-trip.html' title='July 4th Camping Trip'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-1994872361573512567</id><published>2009-06-29T15:57:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T16:50:03.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Better to Serve than to be Served</title><content type='html'>We are part of a small group at our church which meets once a week to do bible study together and overall just learn more about Christ and help each other become better followers of Him. Along with meeting with each other every week we try do a community service project every quarter. In the bible it says "just as the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many." As Christians we are called to be the hands and feet of Christ. So for this reason we implemented our community service projects every quarter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This quarter we visited the Boy's and Girl's Harbor in LaPorte. This is a quote from their website with a short piece of their mission statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For children who are experiencing family hardship, neglect, abandonment or abuse, the Harbor provides a family environment in a home setting. Through its programs, the Harbor strives to help children learn to overcome self-destructive patterns, break cycles of abuse, develop social skills, learn responsibility, and work towards becoming healthy, happy and productive members of society."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In essence the Harbor is a combination of homes with host families that take in troubled children or who have gone through crisis. Our project leader organized for us to restripe one of thier parking lots. For more info on this great organization please visit their website: &lt;a href="http://www.boysandgirlsharbor.org/"&gt;http://www.boysandgirlsharbor.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hot let me tell you! We joked about hiring some help at the local Home Depot but didn't think that's what Jesus had in mind.LOL! Overall, we had a great time and got it accomplished. It felt great! Every time we complete a project it gives us a great sense that can't be described. It just feels good to work together for something good and be able to bless others. It gives whole new meaning to "It's better to serve than to be served!" Take a look at the fruits of our labor! I'll try to post pics of our serving adventure for next quarter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352868855058327746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/Skk13OsA6MI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MmjIthug_QM/s320/Img1299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352868862673132802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/Skk13rDhnQI/AAAAAAAAAGA/jK87FI3VhAA/s320/Img1301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352868866783708898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/Skk136XkBuI/AAAAAAAAAGI/6igtGDKitqU/s320/Img1303.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352868873579653650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/Skk14Tr16hI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/8ZfYut0Az3s/s320/Img1304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352869205691236802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/Skk2Lo5agcI/AAAAAAAAAGg/CyutTzmlbaI/s320/Img1309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352868880748708994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/Skk14uZFBII/AAAAAAAAAGY/5spnU6emdcI/s320/Img1307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-1994872361573512567?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1994872361573512567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/06/better-to-serve-than-to-be-served.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/1994872361573512567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/1994872361573512567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/06/better-to-serve-than-to-be-served.html' title='Better to Serve than to be Served'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/Skk13OsA6MI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MmjIthug_QM/s72-c/Img1299.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-6161882406459208200</id><published>2009-06-24T23:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:57:54.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancun Mx. 2009</title><content type='html'>Johnny and I just got back from an awesome trip to Cancun. Atianna stayed behind with my parents and we set out on a romantic little getaway! We love to travel, but since Atianna was born we have had a little halt on our traveling adventures. Well we dusted off our passports and finally felt ready to leave the nest, even if it was for a short while. We definitely have re energized and refueled ourselves. We spent many a days relaxing with a good mixture of fun activities sprinkled in to keep busy during the day. We had both been to Cancun once before. Crazy thing is we were both there at the same time but never once saw each other while there. We were there for our senior trip celebrating our exit from High School and welcoming ourselves into the real world. We were both traveling with our own group of friends and needless to say never got a chance to explore Cancun during the day. I can't speak for him but during my senior trip my friends and I spent our nights partying like rock stars. Those nights ended in me having to carry my friends back to the hotel room and nursing them back to health the next day. This pattern carried on for the entire week. I remember going out in the mornings by myself to the beach since my girlfriends either spent the night in the bathroom or were still passed out somewhere in the lobby of the hotel. I would venture out my myself and just gaze at the beauty of the ocean and wondering what my life was going to look like after graduation. Those are my memories of Cancun. Eleven years ago!! Wow! So much has changed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time we wanted to explore Cancun for the city it is and learn about it's culture and appreciate it's beauty. We did that during the day and just hung up a 'Do Not Disturb' sign on our door once the sun went down. ;) We won't go into any more details on that. But what I will tell you are some of our daytime highlights! It sounds like we did so much but we spaced it out pretty well with our lay outs by the beach and pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited Xel-Ha. It's kinda like an amusement park but all natural. A river runs through it that meets with the ocean. You can snorkel the whole river and there are cliffs you can jump from throughout the journey. We also rode bikes through the jungle, which had a sidewalk built throughout. There were restaurants all over the park, in which the coolest thing was the entry fee was all inclusive! So free food and drinks all throughout the day! Loved that! Wonder how come our amusement parks haven't adopted that idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also visited Tulum. Which is an archaeological site with Mayan ruins. The neatest thing about this site is that it's right on the ocean. We learned alot about Mayan history which I will be using in the classroom and got great pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the most exhilarating and scariest excursion we did was ZipLine! Hanging from a harness on a rope between trees is not my idea of relaxation but we had heard so many good things about it we decided to give it a try. Scary let me tell you. After zipping for about 5 lines you get used to it. We even zipped upside down! Yup! Our legs up in the air and our heads facing the ground miles up in the sky. I so wished we could have taken pictures so I could have proof but something about safety procedures and policy. For whatever reason we weren't allowed to take cameras so as to make our hands free in order to hold on to our harness and brake on the zipline. I almost sneaked my camera in, but figured my life was worth more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell we had an awesome time! We do come back with a message for you! Everyone we met down there who was a local asked us to come back and tell everyone that there is NO SWINEFLU IN CANCUN!! This so called epidemic has affected tourism greatly there and their local economy is in great jeopardy. While we were there the whole island was nearly empty. The hotels and resorts were practically close to empty and some were even closed down temporarily due to tourism being so low. Needless to say we were treated like royalty. We managed to get an upgrade to our room for a very nominal fee that went towards the hotel clerk and her family I'am sure as she only took cash after our negotiating tactics. We managed to also get free breakfast during our stay there. hmmm...it was so good. Overall, our trip was a steal and great bargain! They are trying to stimulate tourism in Cancun and are offering great deals to travel there. That's how we got to go. Our cost for 4.5 star resort including flight for a week was just about $750 for the two of us!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting thing is not once did we see people with face masks on. Actually the only ones wearing them were employees who were in direct contact with food. Like cooks and such. We don't even see that here in the U.S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy our photo album! You can click on each picture to maximize for better viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5441774f4441314f54413d0d0a&amp;blogview=true&amp;campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox photobook: Cancun, MX. 2009" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5441774f4441314f54413d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img width="386" height="46" alt="Create your own photobook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" style="border: medium none ;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/photobooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox photobook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-6161882406459208200?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6161882406459208200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/06/cancun-mx-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/6161882406459208200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/6161882406459208200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/06/cancun-mx-2009.html' title='Cancun Mx. 2009'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-9104725696801384317</id><published>2009-06-13T23:51:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T01:24:30.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Projects!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Summer is here! This is my first year since graduating from college that I actually have a whole summer to enjoy without having to work. Ahhh....it feels great! After the school year was over I promised myself that this summer would be a productive one. I didn't want it to just go by with nothing to show for it. So needless to say I made myself a list of things that I've always wanted to do but just didn't have the time for or just made excuses for. I've already crossed one project off my list and it feels great! This little endeavor of mine was one that had been getting on my nerves for a while and I knew it was gonna take alot out of me once I set my mind,body and soul to tackling it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So this little project felt like a war between me and grime,mildew and mold. Yup, I said mold. Just the word itself makes me just feel sick. I'am embarrased to admit that my shower stall suffered from these pesky watchamacallits. It was so embarrassing that if you would have come over and it just so happen that my guest bathroom was broken and you needed to use the bathroom I would have escorted you to the backyard to handle your business. My master bath was locked with a deadbolt. I know I'am painting a very bad picture, but I KNOW my shower stall is not the only one with this impairment!! After doing research, yes I researched! I found out that this pesky problem is very common in households. I set out to once and for all solve this problem and get rid of it the correct way and do everything possible for it not to ever happen again. My knees can't handle that kind of labor anymore. I learned so much I figured I would share with the you all on my blog!&lt;br /&gt;I remember the last time I had cleaned my shower stall I literally almost fainted or was near death from all the chemical fumes that I produced with my concoctions. I used bleach and whatever else I could find under my kitchen sink that said DANGER on it thinking that it would kill whatever took hold of my shower stall. In my effort to becoming more '"Green" I just had to find out a much better way to handle this situation without having to call the ambulance to come get me and my intoxicated family out of the house. If it was up to me I would have just demolished the whole thing and just take showers in my backyard with a good garden hose. Getting rid of it just seemed to be the perfect solution, but unfortunatly Johnny didn't agree. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;So, I learned that bleach is not the answer to mold and mildew growing in wet environments such as the shower stall. Apparantly, all that bleach does is change the color of the mold but does not actually kill it. After time it just comes back to it's regular color. I found out that vinegar is the solution. Who knew!! If you did, just spare me. Indulge me for a little bit here.&lt;br /&gt;If the areas that are affected are in the caulking which is where mine was your best bet is to decaulk and then recaulk. This was a process that took several days. I got this nifty little tool from Lowe's that took the blasted caulk off very easily and had to wait a couple of days for it to completely air dry. After that I recaulked and let sit a couple more days to set and dry. I am happy to say that my shower is shiny, happy, and looks like new! Okay, so I'am glad I didn't tear it down.&lt;br /&gt;The most important part of this whole lesson is the secret to avoiding that yucky stuff to ever grow back. My favorite part!! This is what we are doing in our house to keep a happy, shiny, and clean shower stall.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson #1- Mildew and Mold grow in areas that are humid, wet and closed in. The number one trick is to let some air in!! Leave the door open after taking a shower! If I only knew back then what I know now! If you have a window that opens even better! Or just open the blinds to let some sun in to help in the drying process.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson#2- Turn on the bathroom fan when taking a shower. This helps with air circulation.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson#3- While in the shower, after you have washed your hair and body. Take a brush (mine is hanging in the shower stall) pour just a little bit of body wash on it and scrub the corners and sides of your stall and door. This only takes under a minute to do. I timed it, to convince Johnny to do while he is in there. It also helped that I threatened that he would be the one on his knees to clean the stall once I saw one ounce of mold in the stall. He quickly agreed and signed on the dotted line.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson#4- This was not in my research but figured it wouldn't hurt. I bought one of those nifty sprayer machines by Scubber Bubbles that sprays the shower down with cleaning agent after taking a shower. It's supposed to help in the anti-mold dept. Who knows if it's true. But once I run out of that expensive solution that goes in the bottle, guess what I'am going to refill it with? Yup!! Vinegar! The natural Mold killer!! Praise God for vinegar! We spray down only after the last shower of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like a lot, but at the end of the day, I'll do anything at this point to not ever have to do what I did or put up with whatever decided to grow in my shower stall. It's supposed to be a sanctuary for relaxation for goodness sake! Not a breeding ground for spores! Just gives me the shivers just thinking about it. I couldn't go without taking pics of this little adventure. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting about some more summer projects later! Until then, we are off to Cancun this week! Just me and my hubby! I will be inspecting the shower/tub at the resort and hope it meets my expectations cause we'll be spending some time enjoying it after our long days on the beach!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All the products I was armed with &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347061699490830834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SjSUSSY_WfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/v9LQICTTFnM/s320/Family+Pics+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I was prepared for battle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347061700623383490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SjSUSWnAu8I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/e8JfiLQWjrw/s320/Family+Pics+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ati thought this was a some kind of dress up game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347061704514559042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SjSUSlGvXEI/AAAAAAAAAFY/tJm_IegJpMI/s320/Family+Pics+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I cleaned the stall she wanted to help with the sink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347061707509478258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SjSUSwQyM3I/AAAAAAAAAFg/-6rdM1MLQM4/s320/Family+Pics+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, there are more cleaning products than actual body and hair products. But at least I'am protected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347061713916652274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SjSUTIIX6vI/AAAAAAAAAFo/ImQ2A7dUVU8/s320/Img1246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The finished product! Ahhhh, no more off limits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347061937732215362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SjSUgJ6KYkI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Ag1w5rHiRTs/s320/Family+Pics+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-9104725696801384317?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/9104725696801384317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-projects.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/9104725696801384317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/9104725696801384317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-projects.html' title='Summer Projects!'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SjSUSSY_WfI/AAAAAAAAAFI/v9LQICTTFnM/s72-c/Family+Pics+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-7691064497086197833</id><published>2009-05-31T22:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T23:50:04.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'am a Princess!</title><content type='html'>Johnny usually shares funny stories about his adventures with Ati during the week while I'am at work. I thought this one was worth sharing. Obviously, Ati is around all things relating to running a limo business since this is what Johnny does at home during the week. You can practically call her his executive assistant. She even knows the names of all the limos in the fleet. She calls each the hummer truck, Xcursion, and black limo. She also knows exactly where they are stored and where to get them washed. It's a regular part of their weekly routine. NEways, this week they had to prepare the cars by taking them to get washed. Johnny pratically has a membership at the car wash and claims that the staff there is teaching him to speak Spanish since I'am obviously not doing a great job at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keep in mind that Ati rides in the way back of the limo in her little toddler car seat, while Johnny is up in the front driving her around like she's little Miss. Daisy. Johnny says he always gets looks from people when he gets her out from the back. If I didn't know any better, I would probably look too. It probably is funny to watch.&lt;br /&gt;So on this particular day as he was taking her out of the limo. A guy who was also a car wash customer said, "Wow! Are you a movie star?" She responded very royally, "Nope, I'am a princess." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342216592852276594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SiNdr9ooVXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DL61UE26EBw/s400/Img0723.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342216586923418354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SiNdrnjFIvI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nWYRyLwXChM/s400/IMG00147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342216583369683906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SiNdraTzc8I/AAAAAAAAAEw/lL2jAT-3i3g/s400/IMAGE0093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-7691064497086197833?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7691064497086197833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/05/iam-princess.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/7691064497086197833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/7691064497086197833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/05/iam-princess.html' title='I&apos;am a Princess!'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SiNdr9ooVXI/AAAAAAAAAFA/DL61UE26EBw/s72-c/Img0723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-6809691375197247419</id><published>2009-05-28T22:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:27:24.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homework</title><content type='html'>We found Ati being extremely quiet the other day. We naturally thought she was up to no good so when we checked up on her this is how we found her! She informed us she was doing her homework! The girl is starting early, what can I say? The teacher in me says, "Way to go!!" The mommy in me says, " she's only 3, stay little forever, don't think about homework just yet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341080759382493602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/Sh9UpwOqyaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WIJ8H287wyE/s400/Img1244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-6809691375197247419?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6809691375197247419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/05/homework.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/6809691375197247419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/6809691375197247419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/05/homework.html' title='Homework'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/Sh9UpwOqyaI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WIJ8H287wyE/s72-c/Img1244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-6468549418521390664</id><published>2009-05-19T22:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T23:02:51.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh no he didn't.....</title><content type='html'>News Flash. My husband is wacky crazy! The things he says or does sometimes make me just wonder about him sometimes. Nonetheless, he is the one that keeps us laughing every day and can honestly say I never get bored with him around. Ati is a chip off the ole' block. She takes after him. hmmm....I wonder what they think about me?? I just heard of a recent answer Ati gave a family member about my whereabouts the other day. She supposedly answered by saying, "oh, she's at home, reading a book." Hunh? What's that all about? So he's the funny one, and I......the book worm? Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for Mother's Day, my sweet husband gave me a Benjamin to go shopping for summer clothes. We have several travel plans this summer and he knew I needed to stack up on some summer attire. I hardly ever visit the mall anymore due to....... well temptation. Fortunatly, you know how I deal with temptation hence facebook getting the boot. Well, after going this past week, the good Lord knows full well why I do the things I must do to avoid temptation because...... I went over my Mother's Day budget. Seriously, you would have too if you would have found out what I did at the mall. It turns out......I am a size bigger. I don't even like that word. Is there another "nicer" word than......bigger? Well, I found out I was. I learned that during the fall and winter my body naturally graduated to the next size in bottoms. This rocked my world. After finding this out it was only reasonable to conclude that ALL my bottoms sitting in my closet just would not do anymore. You just can't cheat the fact that you don't wear that size anymore. It's that plain and simple folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if I could have just convince my wonderful husband to the fact that once you graduate to the next size everything else in the closet becomes obsolete. There's just no getting around it, I'am afraid. I had to do what I had to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to convice him further and justify my purchases I insisted to give him a fashion show with my new threads. As I'am walking across the living room floor feeling "bigger" (for lack of a better word) he has the audacity to say, "Well, you at least look up to date now." OH, NO HE DIDN'T! Not only am I bigger? But, now I have been dressing like an old lady?!" Oh, no he didn't just go there?! Yes, he did, let me tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly now, I feel totally fine and justifed about my over budget trip to the mall. The guilt is gone and well honestly I'am glad that at least I'am "up to date" and not just "bigger". I'am officially bigger, better, and even more beautiful according to my dear hubby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-6468549418521390664?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6468549418521390664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-no-he-didnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/6468549418521390664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/6468549418521390664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/05/oh-no-he-didnt.html' title='Oh no he didn&apos;t.....'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-8009527287747455729</id><published>2009-05-13T17:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:14:12.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bu Bye Facebook</title><content type='html'>I'am back! I know it's been a while since I posted anything on here. I've missed my blog so much! A couple of months ago I gave in to peer pressure and signed up with Facebook. Unfortunatly, my blog has suffered the consequences along with my free time and e-mail inbox.  I had the best of intentions not to get "addicted" if that's what you call it. Well, I should have known better and trusted myself more. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to me is a precious commodity. One that sometimes I feel I don't have enough of. Doesn't everyone? Well yes. But I have found myself having to make sacrifices to make the best of mine. After a long day of work I look foward to spending time with the family and try to make sure I squeeze some in for the Man upstairs with quiet time. But I realized that since joining facebook I was sacrificing or giving up the wrong things. Those that I care the most about. So I think now is the time for me to sacrifice the right thing. So yes my friends. Facebook has gotta go. It's outta here! But don't fret! My blog which is way more personal and less tempting of my time is here to stay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda knew it was time for me to say goodbye when Johnny taught Ati to sing "I'am waitiiiiing, for you to play with meeeee, and so I'am waitiiiiiiiing...." as in the theme song from Fireproof.  Yes, I could easily just train myself to stop being on the computer at home but it's just much easier to just completely get rid of the temptation. As in out of sight, out of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all my dear FB friends and groups, it wasn't you. It was me. Trust me, this hurts me more that it does you.  I'am a traditional gal.  I'd rather go with the good ole' fashion phone call, e-mail, or face to face visit. I'd go for Facetime any day over facebook. ;)   So give me a call! Drop me an e-mail or drop a card or letter in the mail! Now talk about going back in time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to a Cyber 'Friend' trying to go back to the good ole' days of hanging outside in the front yard making new friends, calling friends on the phone, dropping an occasional e-mail and still having time for the things that matter most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-8009527287747455729?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/8009527287747455729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/05/bu-bye-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/8009527287747455729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/8009527287747455729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/05/bu-bye-facebook.html' title='Bu Bye Facebook'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-4368450759074523014</id><published>2009-03-11T21:09:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:16:55.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hear You, Loud and Clear!</title><content type='html'>Throughout my spiritual journey I have always admired those that always spoke of God as if he were a part of their everyday lives. Almost always their conversations included bits about how God told them this and that. Like if he were right next to them at all times and available to talk to at all times. Every decision they made was made with prayer and guidance from the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Maybe within the last year or so, this is something I have been striving for and working towards. I came to realize how easy it was for me to reach out to him in times of despair or times when my options were exhausted. Why was I only reaching out to him to scream for help! I finally came to a point in my relationship where I was going to be intentional about asking him for guidance or help in making decisions in my everyday life, whether they were decisions that just affected me or the family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time after time I have just been in awe of how God has actually responded to my request for guidance or just a sign as to what I should do in a certain situation. Now, I'am not talking about what he thinks I should have for dinner or what outfit I should wear that day. These are decisions that carry a bit more weight. Some have been related to career changes, Johnny's business decisions, financial decisions, so on and so forth. I can honestly say that we heard God's answer EVERY time! It is so true that whatever you ask in his name, you shall receive! I can also say that every decision was the right one. We never regretted any one of them and knew that God wanted us to go in that particular direction. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, for the last couple of weeks I have been at a crossroads about something that was going to require God's input. This decision was going to affect me personally and my time with my family. I wanted to be sure that whatever I chose to do was going to be for his glory and with his guidance. Sometimes my time frame is not God's and I have learned to be patient with his response. Sometimes it took weeks, or even months. Well after weeks of prayer and anxiously awaiting for a sign or something to my prayer, It was finally answered tonight!! I think God lives on Hawaiian Time. No hurries, no worries! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I must point out that out of all the times that God has given me input into my decision making it has always been done in different ways. Whether it is a strong impression on my heart that lasts and is leading me to a certain direction, I know that it's my God who is speaking to my heart via the Holy Spirit. If the impression escapes me or it is too loud around me with busyness (still working on this one) for me to hear his whisper he makes himself heard through others that he sends to cross my path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;This was such a moment. My prayer for his guidance was answered tonight! It wasn't some glorious Ah Ha moment where the lights turned off and a beam of light shined on this person. It was just something that I heard someone say related to my dilemma that turned a light on in me. This person had no idea that I had been in prayer regarding the exact same thing they were talking about. I felt the tug in my heart from him that said "My daughter, this message is for you!" Wow!! I stand in awe of his mysterious ways! With confidence I can finally move foward and go in the direction that I feel he has led me to! I'am not doing it by myself but know that he is leading me and holding my hand. Doesn't it feel great to know that and feel confident that your decisions will be blessed and fruitful because you sought him and asked him to join you and live life with him by your side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Can I get a witness!!!! Ooooooh Yeah!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-4368450759074523014?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/4368450759074523014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hear-you-loud-and-clear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/4368450759074523014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/4368450759074523014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hear-you-loud-and-clear.html' title='I Hear You, Loud and Clear!'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-1484873789534311844</id><published>2009-02-23T22:19:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:33:43.419-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Disciple Now 2009</title><content type='html'>Johnny and I got invited this past weekend to be a part of a youth event that takes place once a year in an inner city church. The pastor of this church was my youth minister growing up. Yes, I am an inner-city kid. The church where I grew up was a "safe place" for me to be outside of my home. For other kids it was their only safe place, and I remember my youth pastor had to play the role of "Dad" for the majority of us as most of us came from broken homes where a father figure was non existent or just not there. I remember my youth minister showing up at my high school often times where I would run into him in the hallways. I knew he was checking in on his kids, or one of them was in trouble in the office. James Darby, I'll always be grateful to you for allowing us to be your kids and taking us under your wing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My church was what you would call a multi-cultural church. I often have heard it said that Sunday Mornings is usually one of the most racially segregated times of the week. Well, not at my church it wasn't. You could walk in on any Sunday morning and find people of all different colors, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ethnicity's&lt;/span&gt; worshipping together under the same roof. It is such that it has even been recognized among Christian leaders for it's congregational makeup. My pastor even wrote a book about the struggles that our church went through to realize this dream of seeing all people come together to worship under the same roof. It was Awesome! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'am&lt;/span&gt; sure this is where my love of gospel music was rooted! ;) I still remember the church's mission statement...."&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;WBC&lt;/span&gt; is God's multi-ethnic bridge that draws all people to Jesus Christ, who transforms them from unbelievers to missionaries." Here is a &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/LIVING/wayoflife/08/04/segregated.sundays/index.html"&gt;CNN article &lt;/a&gt;that highlighted my home church in Houston. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;NEways&lt;/span&gt;, my then youth minister is now a pastor of a new church. He is carrying the same torch that my home church pastor carried as well! They invited Johnny and I to be a part of their Disciple Now weekend, where teenagers from all walks of life come and spend the entire weekend together in Bible Study, Worship and plain good ole' fun. What's a youth event without that! I had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of leading a group of 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade girls and Johnny had 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; + 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade boys. Each group stayed in a host home for the weekend and traveled to and from the church in a van. At church we had large group worship and sermons and then followed the theme up with smaller bible lessons at the host homes. Sprinkled in were fun activities like a city wide scavenger hunt and group service project. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we got more out of this weekend that the kids. I saw my young self in most of them. They totally opened themselves up this weekend and allowed the Lord to do a work in them. It was a totally awesome sight to see! We saw so much redemption, forgiveness and repentance. We were so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;privileged&lt;/span&gt; to even be involved in being a part of holding their hands to meet the Lord for the first time! It was so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;exhilarating&lt;/span&gt; to say the least! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fire they had or caught for Christ this weekend was contagious. And it reminded me that no matter how old we get or are that fire should never grow dim. Now if only I can have their energy! I had lots of catching up on sleep when I got home! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below is a picture of our whole group and then our smaller group. If your wondering about the club. Well let's just say my group of girls had a few tricks up their sleeve and locked Johnny's boys van's steering wheel during the timed scavenger hunt. Oh &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;yah&lt;/span&gt;! Those girls rocked! We got a good head start on them boys! The whole weekend was full of pranks! We'll just keep it at that. I won't say who took the gold for best prank!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306231247318594594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SaOFNLCAtCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ohAqVL7uIfc/s320/Img1066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306231247640151506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SaOFNMOrRdI/AAAAAAAAAEY/LymlehE6xiY/s320/Img1068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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/1789625253372827480-1484873789534311844?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1484873789534311844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/02/disciple-now-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/1484873789534311844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/1484873789534311844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/02/disciple-now-2009.html' title='Disciple Now 2009'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SaOFNLCAtCI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ohAqVL7uIfc/s72-c/Img1066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-6578586519260032320</id><published>2009-02-18T20:47:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:23:10.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Spicy Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SZzJCxbwepI/AAAAAAAAAEA/nlqI_jOzSSI/s1600-h/Salsa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304335510602283666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SZzJCxbwepI/AAAAAAAAAEA/nlqI_jOzSSI/s320/Salsa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Johnny and I usually stay in for Valentines and stay out of the way from all the Valentine crowds at every restaurant. However this year, we had a gift card laying around to go to Capital Grill. (Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KD&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; DD!) I guess we've been saving it for the perfect time to get all dressed up and enjoy a night out on the town. So that's what we did! We made reservations and got all dressed up and enjoyed a nice meal at this fancy place. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ati&lt;/span&gt; was spending the night at my mom's so we had the rest of the night to enjoy! We couldn't go home after dinner cause we felt like we had to take advantage of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ati&lt;/span&gt; being at my mom's and go do something that we both enjoy so much but don't get the chance to do much anymore. Salsa Dancing! We hit up a local spot and danced the night away. Oh, we had a ball!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My footwork was a bit rusty but I got back in the Groove after listening to that spicy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;latin&lt;/span&gt;, salsa music. Your body just can't resist! We had so much fun indeed that we decided to sign up for some Salsa Lessons together! I managed to find a place not too far from home and isn't going to break our budget. We can't wait! We're gonna start in March. I think this is gonna be a great way to spice up our date nights as well as meet new people do go dancing with in our area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think watching &lt;em&gt;Dancing with the Stars&lt;/em&gt; last season got us motivated to finally get off the couch and take up our favorite pass time. Before &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Ati&lt;/span&gt; was born we used to sweat our nights away on the dance floor. I think not only is this gonna spice up our date nights but is considered &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; too! Knock two birds with one stone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sort of creative things do you do on your date nights? Please share! Any salsa dancers out there or ones that wanna learn? Forget &lt;em&gt;Dancing with the Stars&lt;/em&gt;..... our show is called &lt;em&gt;Dancing with your Spouse&lt;/em&gt;!! Let's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;RRRRRRRUMBA&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of which I need to clean the dust off my dancing shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1789625253372827480-6578586519260032320?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6578586519260032320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-valentine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/6578586519260032320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/6578586519260032320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-valentine.html' title='My Spicy Valentine'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SZzJCxbwepI/AAAAAAAAAEA/nlqI_jOzSSI/s72-c/Salsa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-9194290156327457429</id><published>2009-02-13T23:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:58:50.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For my Mom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My mom is from Guatemala. A country that is rich in culture and traces of its Mayan background apparant wherever you travel. I remember as a little girl when my grandmother was still alive that my family would travel there quiet often. My mom would visit at least once a year. Back then, we were not fortunate enough to afford plane tickets. So my most memorable part of our trips was loading our truck full of stuff and my sister and I making ourselves a little home on the cab of our extended pickup truck. Literally, I am talking about the little seats in a pickup truck right behind the driver and passenger seats. We would stuff that little area with pillows from the floor to the seats and pretend it was our little bed for the next couple of days. I would lay down on one side and my sister on the other, our bodies laying right next to each other. My feet right by her face and hers by mine. If we wanted to sit up we just got rid of the pillows and put them behind our backs and sat up. There was no more room than that. Now that's a road trip! Not a comfortable one, but we were 8 and 6 yrs. old give or take and didn't know any other form or way of travel. We traveled this way all along the Mexican coast down to Central America to our Mayan destination and our mother's birthplace! I'll never forget those days.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I must admit that my memories of those trips are also ones of awe of a world that I was not a part of or even aware of. At the tender age of 8 I grew to learn that not every one in the world had the same "luxuries" that I had. I didn't have much growing up but I soon realized that I did. At 8 yrs. old I learned that electricity, clean water, kitchen, dirt floor vs. carpet in my home were luxuries that my mother's little village was not accustomed to. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My grandmother passed away several years ago. I have not visited since I was a little girl. My mother really has no more family to go back to. But she still makes a point in traveling to her native country. For the last couple of years I have been giving my mom beef about her travels to Guatemala. I have been telling her she deserves a "real vacation". She's worked her butt off all her life and I wanted to see her enjoy it for once and go somewhere where she's never gone before and explore and just rest and enjoy the rest of the world. Instead of going to her little village to endure the heat, dirty water, and poverty that is everywhere you turn. I wanted her to see the other side of life for once. The good life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I never really knew what my mom's reasons for traveling to Guatemala were. I really didn't care. All I knew was that she was spending money to go somewhere where she didn't have anymore family left to see when she could be spending it to go somewhere worthwhile and enjoying herself. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, my post is to pay homage to what my mom has been doing these last couple of years. She has a heart of Gold and a passion for her people in Guatemala. For the past two Christmases she has been organizing relief help for the people in her little town. It's not much considering that it's a one man show. Really, two since my dad has been helping her. Every Christmas my mom had been asking me for my family's old clothes, shoes, toys anything! I knew she wanted to do something with them and it was Guatemala related but never gave it much thought. Two years ago she traveled during Christmas to Guatemala and delivered wrapped toys to the sick children in the little hospital of her town. This past Christmas she had put together baskets of non-perishable items, dry goods for people who needed them most. Her plan was to be there this past Christmas to deliver them but she couldn't make it. So instead she sent her baskets down there and her friend had video taped the delivery of these baskets so my mom could see the fruits of her labor. My mom shared the video with me and I must say it brought me to tears. My mom was being the hands &amp;amp; feet of Jesus to the people in this village. And she wasn't even there to enjoy the fruit of her labor. I am so proud to call her my mom! I knew I got that trait from somewhere! :) LOL. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;NEways, there was a short clip in the video that I thought was too great not to post. Please note this lady's home behind her. It's literally a tin shack located right by the river. They wash clothes in the river, wash dishes there and am sure bathe themselves there also. My heart aches to see the living conditions. Her children in the video know no other life. THIS IS THEIR LIFE. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know it's in Spanish, but there's one quote that struck me that the recipient of my mom's basket says. In her gratitude she says, "Thank you,even though I don't know you, God does." Wow, how powerful those words are! We all are God's children and are to serve one another. This lady who lives in a whole other country in living circumstances and arrangements that we can't even imagine has the wisdom and knowledge that God is taking care for them. And will send his workers. This is the peace in her heart. I hope you take the time to view the short video clip. If you want more info. about how to participate or just want to donate ANYTHING you can e-mail or leave a comment. My mom would surely appreciate it from the bottom of her heart. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I love you Mom!! Keep doin what your doin! No more beef about your crazy trips from me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S.-It took me FOREVER to figure out how to convert a home made DVD to a program the computer could read and cut. I learned how to cut a video and then posted it! All from a DVD. I never thought I could do it! But alot of time and downloaded programs later, I did it!  Iam movin' on up on my technology capabilities! Oh yeah! I'am officially a video editor! My brain was fried in the process, so I think that deserves a nod on the skills section of my resume! ;) hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4a3c63b0dd2ce78b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4a3c63b0dd2ce78b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331483620%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E70AC862B3D2A2B5159D7C30F96D4A22770D3E6.2795E748DF3742DA91986B36271134932BEA9F10%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4a3c63b0dd2ce78b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCutCULUL1cRtonYeP5X2sall_Lk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4a3c63b0dd2ce78b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331483620%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6E70AC862B3D2A2B5159D7C30F96D4A22770D3E6.2795E748DF3742DA91986B36271134932BEA9F10%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4a3c63b0dd2ce78b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCutCULUL1cRtonYeP5X2sall_Lk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-9194290156327457429?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4a3c63b0dd2ce78b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/9194290156327457429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-my-mom.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/9194290156327457429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/9194290156327457429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/02/for-my-mom.html' title='For my Mom!'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-7584059871469554957</id><published>2009-01-31T21:40:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T23:09:21.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings of a 4th Grader</title><content type='html'>As promised, I have been collecting funny bits from my adventures in the classroom. Not a day goes by that something happens or something is said by my dear students that I have to collect myself from laughing and remind myself that I am their teacher and supposed to be "emotionally controlled" in front of them. Well, I threw that out the door by my 3rd day on the job. Here's for your enjoyment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#1- We had just had a school-wide spelling bee one morning. Shortly after the spelling bee we returned to our classroom and one of my boys feeling defeated commented "Can they do it in Spanish next time, I'am very sure I would win it." Another boy answered," No, you gotta go to Mexico for that."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#2-We went on a field trip yesterday where we visited the Houston Health Museum. One of the highlights was a 4D movie in which we were going to go through a tour of the body from the inside. The museum employee welcomed us in the theater and proceeded to tell us that we were in the 1st 4D theatre in Texas! The kids were wowed by that. The employee then explained the difference between 3D and 4D. We were going to experience special effects during the film like real smoke, wind and mist during the film! The kids were double wowed! They couldn't wait. The employee then asked if there were any questions and one little boy in the front row raised his hand and asked, "Do I need to hold on to my 3D glasses when the wind blows?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#3-After my class completed a writing assignment I then had them circle over-rated words on their writing samples. For instance, Happy, Sad, Mad, Run, Like. I was trying to get them to use a Thesaurus to make a word bank of better words to use instead of the overrated ones they tend to use over and over. During this activity of looking for better words I can't tell you how many times I had to answer the question, "Does gay mean happy?" My response to each brave kid to ask was always followed by giggles from the onlookers. I knew that all of their writing compositions going foward were going to have this new word for happy. hmm. I may need to go back to the drawing board on this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;#4-I always try to incorporate character building with my kids. I understand that manners are not always taught at home so I do my best in the classroom to pour into them and teach and implement the same values that I have at home. I made sure to let them know where I stood in the beginning of the year regarding what my expectations were in the classroom. One of those is bad language. I don't allow ugly words to be used in the class. Even, if they are not considered bad I told them that if I don't allow my daughter to speak that way, I will not allow them to do so either.for example, dumb,stupid,hate, etc. I will treat them as if they are my own children and will have the same high expectations for them as I do my own family. NEways, during read aloud time the other day we met a character in the story who was not a very good boy. He had a very colorful language. Although the book did not have these words written out they were implied with symbols like these @##%$$#. When I read aloud to the kids I just said beeeep, like they do on T.V. so that they would know that he was saying something that was not pretty. I took this as an opportunity to talk them about the peer pressures of friends who may speak this way. We discussed how this can by contagious. In the book they called it cussitis. We talked in class how that can happen and we need to be very careful not to fall for it. I then proceeded to tell them to defend themselves by telling those who speak like that that they need to be better educated so they can think of better words to use instead of stooping low enough to talk ugly. That they needed a better education to be able to expand their vocabulary. I love to think that I'am making little fighters out of my little 4th graders. One's that won't be afraid to stand up to the influences of peer pressure. I remember thinking, whoww, this feels good. I'am giving them something they won't forget. To not be afraid to stand up for themselves. Anyways, after my brave speech and expecting my applause. One of my little girls, who is very mild mannered and one of my best students raised her hand. I point at her expecting her to praise my great advice and maybe even give me an example of when she stood up to someone like I just described. She then says, " I don't think I can tell my mom that, cause I'll probably get grounded." Oooops. So much for great speeches. I remember thinking 'I should sit down now.' &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                  Here are a few pics from our field trip to the Health Museum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297688278114088514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SYUra6u9tkI/AAAAAAAAADg/upUfBPlnpp4/s320/Img1055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297688284030237730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SYUrbQxe_CI/AAAAAAAAAD4/n0V8bvs8bW0/s320/Img1062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297688285355318130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SYUrbVtaG3I/AAAAAAAAADw/km7lo1Y83cg/s320/Img1061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297688280630954706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SYUrbEHCCtI/AAAAAAAAADo/dMhMaopRtP8/s320/Img1058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-7584059871469554957?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7584059871469554957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/01/musings-of-4th-grader.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/7584059871469554957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/7584059871469554957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/01/musings-of-4th-grader.html' title='Musings of a 4th Grader'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SYUra6u9tkI/AAAAAAAAADg/upUfBPlnpp4/s72-c/Img1055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-6013028161323297676</id><published>2009-01-23T19:54:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T15:17:06.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Night Out!</title><content type='html'>This past week I attended a much needed Girl's Night Out! Some girlfriends and I attended an event hosted by &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ksbj.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;KSBJ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.proverbs31.org/"&gt;Proverbs 31&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The event had a great line up of guest speakers and we were so excited to have a fun night out on the town complete with a limo ride compliments of &lt;a href="http://www.instylelimo.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Style Limo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Going along with my blog theme and title. My intentions with this blog is to document our family adventures to share with family and friends but at the same time I plan to share a little of our spiritual journey. This includes sharing some "nuggets of truth" that I feel God has or will reveal to me or us through this journey. I hope you come along for the ride! So here is one of those nuggets! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Girl's Night Out event was something I was looking forward to for a while. I quickly learned I wasn't the only one. All my peeps felt the same way! This may not be a surprise but don't we all long to be in community with others in some way or fashion? As humans we crave to have friends that we can lean on and share life with. I'am sure God feels the same about us. He longs to be in community with us and for us to make him a part of our everyday lives. For him to be our "Forever Friend". With this said, my question is this. When was the last time that you took the time to appreciate and love on your friends? Just like we have to spend time to love on our spouses, kids, and build great relationships with them. Shouldn't we do the same with friends? I mean we have special days set aside to appreciate those close to us. Like Father's Day, Mother's Day, Valentines, even Boss's Day &amp;amp; Secretary's Day. Is there a Friend's Day? So in leau of this I made it a point to appreciate and let my girlfriends know why they are wonderfully and beautifully made on our Girls Night Out date! Each one of us has wonderful qualities that make us who we are and obviously allows us to have chemistry and connection with those we love. When was the last time you let your friends know what those qualities are that make them great friends? When was the last time you took the time to appreciate them and just love on them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is a challenge! Tell your friends why they are so wonderfully and beautifully made! Let's not take each other for granted. Just like wives want to be appreciated by husbands and vice versa, let's do the same for our friends once in a while. Let them know why they are great friends! Wouldn't you want to know what makes you a great friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Psalm 139:14 I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;Your works are wonderful, I know that full well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God tells us that we are fearfully and wonderfully made! Let's make a habit of telling each other that too! Here's to Girlfriends and Fun Times! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of my peeps! Thanks &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.instylelimo.org/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In Style Limo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;for letting us ride In Style&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294944723065509506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SXtsK_umFoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0KbPQDcD7cA/s320/Img1050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lysaterkeurst.com/"&gt;Lysa Terkeurst&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://lysaterkeurst.com/"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;from P31. I'am a huge fan!! Jonas Brothers step aside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294944716021728994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SXtsKlfOhuI/AAAAAAAAADI/hqpFN-a2__g/s320/Img1048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q&amp;amp;A with P31 gals Lysa &amp;amp; Renee, Kate Gosselin, and Ayiesha Woods. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294948917409218770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SXtv_I4EANI/AAAAAAAAADY/gnHBIMJhxTo/s320/Img1047.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kate Gosselin from the show "John &amp;amp; Kate plus 8"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294944704118956274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SXtsJ5JYoPI/AAAAAAAAAC4/zIunMMiRpR4/s320/Img1044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                            Thanks for coming girls! It was huge blessing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294944702996337986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SXtsJ09u1UI/AAAAAAAAACw/gfpLyhgptFA/s320/Img1042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-6013028161323297676?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6013028161323297676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/01/girls-night-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/6013028161323297676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/6013028161323297676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/01/girls-night-out.html' title='Girls Night Out!'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SXtsK_umFoI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0KbPQDcD7cA/s72-c/Img1050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-3097557306023919465</id><published>2009-01-19T22:48:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T00:17:58.809-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Outdoors</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was a three day holiday weekend. It had dawned on me Friday after work that we were not going to make the same mistake twice by staying in town. So Friday night the decision was made. Last minute of course, cuz that's how we roll. We licked our index fingers and pointed towards the sky. The weather was in our favor. Camping it was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our destination was Jellystone Yogi Bear Park in Canyon Lake, TX. It's a qaint little town nestled in the hill country north of New Braunsfels. We rolled up in our spiffy RV feeling like the Griswalds. Or better yet like that family on the movie "RV" with Robin Williams. But that's how we always feel when traveling in the RV. Maybe cause we're not experienced outdoorsy types yet. But we're getting there. Wait. Maybe we really aren't outdoorsy if you really think about it. I mean some would say your not really camping if you have running water &amp;amp; electricity. But hey, we gotta start somewhere. We have to wean ourselves before completely letting go of our amenities. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some highlights from our trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Ati busted her upper lip riding her bike down a hill. She had just busted her lower lip at school earlier this week. So now she has two busted lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.We learned about 'Winter Texans'. These are people who live up north but travel down south in the winter as to escape the harsh winter weather where they live. We encountered alot of 'Winter Texans' RV'ing it down south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.We walked across a dam for the first time! Canyon Lake is controlled by a dam as it feeds into the Guadalupe River or the River feeds into it?? Whatever, you get my point. It was neat to walk across something that had water on our left and a huge hill on the right. Johnny had to resist the urge to roll down the hill. I had to remind him we were on a dam not a hill. He would have gotten more than a busted lip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Canyon Lake, TX is a happenin' place in the summer time. We chose this park b/c it catered to children. There were hay rides, outdoor movie nights, Yogi Bear visits, etc. We were also looking foward to making smores with our campfire and singing Kum ba Yah. But when we checked in, the nice park ranger informed us there was a Fire Ban in the area so no fires permitted, "maybe in the summer time," he suggested. "Also, the childrens activities would resume in the summer." WHAT?  "What about the "Winter Texans" the "Snow Birds"?? Don't they deserve campfires and children's activities? Who cares if their retired and are way older than us, they may carry grandchildren with them."  Then the bomb...... "WHAT!?! NO CABLE HOOKUPS?!?" At this point Johnny was ready to check out, get a refund and head back home. People, NFL Football games are not missed by my dear hubby. I managed to pull him off of X-Box, not completely but it will do. But NFL Football?? That would be like stripping him completely of his manhood. No if's and but's about that pastime. But he survived this weekend. With no cable, we were left with just each other. Just the three of us in the outdoors. Can you feel the love? Lot's of talking, playing and more talking. Now that's great family bonding! Check out our pics!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e7a45324d5449354f513d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play Canyon Lake,TX" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e7a45324d5449354f513d3d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox scrapbook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-3097557306023919465?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/3097557306023919465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-outdoors.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/3097557306023919465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/3097557306023919465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/01/great-outdoors.html' title='The Great Outdoors'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-3394562394768691034</id><published>2009-01-10T23:07:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T00:16:29.692-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winterfest!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;We took Ati to Pearland's Winterfest today. It was our first time going and must say it was a blast for all of us. We're always looking for fun things to do in our area that won't break the budget and this proved to be one of them! We just paid an entrance fee at the door and everything else was free to ride! I was shocked we didn't have to buy tickets to ride anything after that. Just walk up and get on! Ati was lovin' it. Her partner in crime Ellie joined us for the escapade and together rode the day away. Below are some pics. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I mention that we have a Mr.Mom in our household? That's right folks. I work and he stays home during the week and manages the family business while being Mr. Mom to Ati. Yes, it's not the norm but it works for us. And are blessed by it. I thank God we are able to have at least one parent be with her during the week. Anyways, funny story. I try to keep Johnny involved in childrens extra curricular activities during the week. So they both can get out of the house. Granted at these events it's usually just moms. This past week they went to storytime at the library. Obviously, full of moms. One of them approached him and asked, "Are you a Mr. Mom?" He wanted to say no, I am a Mr. Dad. But he hesitated and said yes. Then she said " Oh I've read about you guys! My son is one too! I'am so proud for what you do!"  Like their a rare breed! Too funny. He is asked occasionally by strangers. Must be obvious I guess.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Anyways, Johnny has been practicing Ati's spelling of her name with her. We had to have a conversation about fun and educational balance during the week when I'am at work. Why do daddy's have to always be the fun one's and mom's the educational and hygiene queens? I guess I should be glad he at least knows how to fix her hair for school two days of the week. I decided to quiz her today and asked, "How do you spell your name?" Her response, " A.....T.....One." Okay, I guess it will do for now. The 'I' can look like a one. Johnny passed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls shopping in the grocery store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289903903087949922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SWmDkp-CeGI/AAAAAAAAABY/WWjg7UPQpKI/s200/Img0973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289903919921889394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SWmDlorkAHI/AAAAAAAAAB4/xzwW1FT22Zw/s200/Img0982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289903901022689106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SWmDkiRpF1I/AAAAAAAAABg/7tSGEO-_Hw4/s200/Img0974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289903913198937586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SWmDlPor5fI/AAAAAAAAABw/hR64ACbRqbQ/s200/Img0978.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289903907867364514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SWmDk7xijKI/AAAAAAAAABo/gujpxjsa9X8/s200/Img0977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Rides Galore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289907135749061554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SWmGg0kge7I/AAAAAAAAACo/LHY_o06mh8A/s200/Img0988.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289907133994272706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SWmGguCIh8I/AAAAAAAAACg/BDZ7EFXcvjI/s200/Img0986.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Down the snow hill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289907129171878818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SWmGgcEYo6I/AAAAAAAAACY/YnnF4_o_1OM/s200/Img0983.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-3394562394768691034?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/3394562394768691034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/01/winterfest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/3394562394768691034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/3394562394768691034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/01/winterfest.html' title='Winterfest!'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SWmDkp-CeGI/AAAAAAAAABY/WWjg7UPQpKI/s72-c/Img0973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-890039032191081818</id><published>2009-01-08T21:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T22:20:39.382-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nurse Visit #54</title><content type='html'>Oh, I just love fourth graders! I promised I would share funny stories regarding my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;adventurous&lt;/span&gt; days with them. One thing I've learned is that they can get very comfortable with their teacher as the year goes on and share a little too much info than I care to know. Case in point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pass out the social studies test to every student and the room finally quiets down enough for me to be able to actually sit down and catch my breath. That's the best part about test taking time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure it's the kids least favorite part of the day and one they don't look &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;forward&lt;/span&gt; to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the room is completely quiet. I am on relaxation mode in front of the class and enjoying the moment. One of my boy's who is notorious for visits to the nurse decides he has an ailment.Oh, just perfect timing. The conversation went a little something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick boy with painful look on his face, raises his hand and says: "Mrs. Garcia my stomach hurts."  With more pain emanating from his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher rolls eyes and exhales: "You'll survive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy sitting next to him: "He's not lying. He just farted."  With a stinky look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you keep a straight face? It doesn't get any better than this. But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure it does. I'll share as they roll in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-890039032191081818?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/890039032191081818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/01/nurse-visit-54.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/890039032191081818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/890039032191081818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/01/nurse-visit-54.html' title='Nurse Visit #54'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-6765796621801477315</id><published>2009-01-04T01:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T02:11:33.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for firsts!</title><content type='html'>Saturdays is usually just Ati and I. It's dh's busiest day of the week with his line of work so the two of us are on our own. I try to do fun stuff with her, usually a trip to the library, ride our bikes in the hood,playdates with friends, or take her to good ole' Chick fil A and let her have at it in the playground. Tonight I wanted to do something different. Now we usually reserve Ati's "firsts" when both daddy and I can be there but he'll get over it. What's done is done. My excuse was that it was just the dollar theater so it doesn't count! wink,wink. NEways, tonight was Ati's first movie at a theater. Oh wait, I soon figured out that I was already beat! As soon as I told Ati we were going to the movies she quickly said she needed her glasses to go there. I replied, "glasses? What do you mean?" She then reminded me that when she went to the movies with her aunt (my sister) when she spent the night there she got some cool 3D glasses to watch the film. I guess Johnny wasn't the only one to get stumped tonight. But wait, this was not Imax, it was the dollar theater, so it shouldn't count, does it? I should ask Johnny what he thinks! hehehe. Anyway, here are some pics of our movie date along with the ice cream reward we both shared for her wonderful behavior in the dollar theater without the cool glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287347460796332626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SWBugITUOlI/AAAAAAAAABA/A-gbITKbNyE/s320/Img0964.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287347467525438002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SWBughXqOjI/AAAAAAAAABI/vfSriaG95HE/s320/Img0966.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287347472403194994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SWBugzim5HI/AAAAAAAAABQ/JFoZCye6uq4/s320/Img0969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-6765796621801477315?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/6765796621801477315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-much-for-firsts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/6765796621801477315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/6765796621801477315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-much-for-firsts.html' title='So much for firsts!'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SWBugITUOlI/AAAAAAAAABA/A-gbITKbNyE/s72-c/Img0964.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-1088429169959559195</id><published>2009-01-01T14:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T14:31:04.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4e6a67774d7a6b344f513d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play New Year's Eve 2009" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4e6a67774d7a6b344f513d3d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=google&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;Make a Smilebox slideshow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-1088429169959559195?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1088429169959559195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-years.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/1088429169959559195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/1088429169959559195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-years.html' title='Happy New Years!'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-7562590463584238859</id><published>2008-12-29T18:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:56:27.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CSI Marathons &amp; Tea Parties</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have been in the business world since graduating college. Don't get me wrong banking hours are great! But now, I have made the transition into the Education world. Yup, fourth grade to be specific. Those kiddos are something else. Everyday I come home to share funny stories. Maybe I'll include some in future posts. But back to my topic. This to say that I've never had this much time off since maternity leave! I'am lovin it! But am running out of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to keep busy but just the other day my family of three found ourselves still in Pajamas at 3pm! Needless to say it was a day to relax and enjoy CSI marathons and tea parties with Atianna. Don't ask about all the spilt water all over our house. Those play teacups are not spill proof it turns out. So after a day or two of "relaxing", different pj's mind you. I declared it "Winter Cleaning" time in our home. My dear hubby went along for a while, but after I decided that we needed to clean the base boards around the floors he quickly decided we needed to plan a trip for my next break off. So spring break here we come!! Don't know where yet but it's in the books. What do you do when you have time off other than travel?? Here's to CSI Marathons &amp;amp; Tea Parties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-7562590463584238859?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/7562590463584238859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2008/12/csi-marathons-tea-parties.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/7562590463584238859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/7562590463584238859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2008/12/csi-marathons-tea-parties.html' title='CSI Marathons &amp; Tea Parties'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789625253372827480.post-1744322666328368952</id><published>2008-12-28T02:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T02:14:28.208-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Did It!</title><content type='html'>Yeah!  I have always been a blog reader and follower. Never really thinking I could start one myself. But now I can officially call myself a blogger!! This is huge for me. I don't even have a facebook, myspace, tagged thingy. I may have started a profile on one of those before but never really followed through with keeping up with it. So let's see if I can measure up to this whole blog thing. I hope I can keep up with it. I think this is going to keep me accountable to start carrying my camera around to take pictures so that I can share. I think I am gonna need an upgrade to a bigger sized purse for camera carrying capabilities. hhmmmm.. I think I'am gonna like this blogging endeavor!  If you have a blog I would love for you to share it!! Please post a comment or send an email! I would love to visit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789625253372827480-1744322666328368952?l=garciasonthevine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/feeds/1744322666328368952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-did-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/1744322666328368952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789625253372827480/posts/default/1744322666328368952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://garciasonthevine.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-did-it.html' title='I Did It!'/><author><name>Garcia Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10602142322954865226</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iX-YCGZytW4/SVg5A0-lrFI/AAAAAAAAAAo/k0wJHM6uVSA/S220/garcia4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
