<?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-23525847</id><updated>2011-08-02T10:32:30.521-04:00</updated><category term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>Girls Compiled</title><subtitle type='html'>chronicling the lives of a group of girlfriends</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Claudia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBI5PCelakk/TWQB3D_GnDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/bLB3VdF7N0U/s220/claudwar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-5791363226548579981</id><published>2008-04-16T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:21:00.259-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another boy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fKXAnaYEOgQ/SAYLJPixVsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dNfNaDJhz7k/s1600-h/poster7202406%5B2%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189847874010175170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_fKXAnaYEOgQ/SAYLJPixVsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dNfNaDJhz7k/s400/poster7202406%5B2%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/23525847-5791363226548579981?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/5791363226548579981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=5791363226548579981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/5791363226548579981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/5791363226548579981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2008/04/another-boy.html' title='Another boy!'/><author><name>Claudia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBI5PCelakk/TWQB3D_GnDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/bLB3VdF7N0U/s220/claudwar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_fKXAnaYEOgQ/SAYLJPixVsI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/dNfNaDJhz7k/s72-c/poster7202406%5B2%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-2099391245863425966</id><published>2007-09-20T16:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T16:07:18.514-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I didn't know it was broken</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I love spam because it's so funny.  I got this in my inbox today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Repair your schlong once and forever"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525847-2099391245863425966?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/2099391245863425966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=2099391245863425966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/2099391245863425966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/2099391245863425966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-didnt-know-it-was-broken.html' title='I didn&apos;t know it was broken'/><author><name>Claudia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBI5PCelakk/TWQB3D_GnDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/bLB3VdF7N0U/s220/claudwar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-7898891467618376597</id><published>2007-07-26T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T09:48:52.109-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A new member joins the group!</title><content type='html'>Congratulations to Lilli and Adrian on the birth of their little pumpkin, Felipe Ignacio, born this morning at 3:56AM. More info, and pictures &lt;a href="http://thesimobaby.blogspot.com/2007/07/hes-here.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;He's a cutie, let's just hope he doesn't grow up to have daddy's nose! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kupKI__m8T0/RqilyifHO3I/AAAAAAAAABI/S2H9LMYD628/s1600-h/July+2007+255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091501666411690866" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kupKI__m8T0/RqilyifHO3I/AAAAAAAAABI/S2H9LMYD628/s320/July+2007+255.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/23525847-7898891467618376597?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/7898891467618376597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=7898891467618376597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/7898891467618376597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/7898891467618376597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-member-joins-group.html' title='A new member joins the group!'/><author><name>AmandaDufau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09409166279029343925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a1YIn8CZ-wY/TZtH55dDiWI/AAAAAAAAADg/hz33H4uryNM/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kupKI__m8T0/RqilyifHO3I/AAAAAAAAABI/S2H9LMYD628/s72-c/July+2007+255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-3021550048822812759</id><published>2007-05-22T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T11:04:01.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bopsy twins</title><content type='html'>No Sophie...you are not allowed to dance...only I can dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YrGKkcuaS_Q" width="400" height="330" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525847-3021550048822812759?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/3021550048822812759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=3021550048822812759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/3021550048822812759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/3021550048822812759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2007/05/bopsy-twins.html' title='Bopsy twins'/><author><name>Claudia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBI5PCelakk/TWQB3D_GnDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/bLB3VdF7N0U/s220/claudwar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-7359604936344143588</id><published>2007-05-03T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T16:02:50.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrr we gonna go see this?</title><content type='html'>We've got to make a date to go see this movie. I promise not to go to the bathroom stall next to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ayleen&lt;/span&gt; this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L1t52deUYcI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525847-7359604936344143588?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/7359604936344143588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=7359604936344143588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/7359604936344143588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/7359604936344143588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2007/05/arrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-we-gonna-go-see-this.html' title='Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrr we gonna go see this?'/><author><name>Claudia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBI5PCelakk/TWQB3D_GnDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/bLB3VdF7N0U/s220/claudwar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-6925464621604853213</id><published>2007-04-09T02:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T03:02:17.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE DUMMY</title><content type='html'>Proof that you truly CAN find anything on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok here's a small clip of the infamous movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aaz9BZTJJmM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/aaz9BZTJJmM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but think of staying over Jenny's and watching TV till the sun came up. Does Jen ever read this? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, It brings back memories. So although its scary, I gotta see it again. If I get a hold of the full version, I need at least one of you gals to see it with (in the daytime of course).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525847-6925464621604853213?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/6925464621604853213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=6925464621604853213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/6925464621604853213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/6925464621604853213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2007/04/dummy.html' title='THE DUMMY'/><author><name>@tomic ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07084854778034216848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAJOrr5obBc/So8HNGnbA7I/AAAAAAAAACA/ncMiTcW3mkI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-1677841173214278145</id><published>2007-04-04T20:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T21:08:56.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Matty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kupKI__m8T0/RhRLgUFKitI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WAHiyv3sHc/s1600-h/IMG_9875-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049744100707437266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kupKI__m8T0/RhRLgUFKitI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WAHiyv3sHc/s320/IMG_9875-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's a bit over two months old, and I'm in love with him more and more every day!! He had his 2-month well check visit on Tuesday, and the little peanut is not so little anymore: he weighs 10 pounds, 4 ounces and is 22-1/4 inches long. He's a bit bigger than Brandon was at 2 months (9 lbs, 3 oz and 20-3/4 in). He sleeps through the night, and has a wonderful disposition, always laughing and smiling...could I ask for more? I think not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is true when "they" (who is "they" anyway? "They" are really smart 'cause "they" sure do know about a lot of stuff!) say that it's easier with the second one. You're not stressing about every little thing, and you know to enjoy this baby phase as much as you can because it goes by so very, very fast. Sometimes I can't believe I have two children, and one of them is four years old!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ladies, your babies are younger than mine, but I know you can see just how quickly they grow...enjoy them while you can. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, see you on Sunday!! Bring your sweet tooth! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey, Ayleen, we're having an Easter Brunch at 11AM...come on by, chica!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. The kid does sleep through the night...when's our next Girls' Night Out???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525847-1677841173214278145?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/1677841173214278145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=1677841173214278145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/1677841173214278145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/1677841173214278145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2007/04/matty.html' title='Matty'/><author><name>AmandaDufau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09409166279029343925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a1YIn8CZ-wY/TZtH55dDiWI/AAAAAAAAADg/hz33H4uryNM/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kupKI__m8T0/RhRLgUFKitI/AAAAAAAAAAM/9WAHiyv3sHc/s72-c/IMG_9875-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-8402489392633378879</id><published>2007-03-15T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T10:17:08.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos!</title><content type='html'>We HAVE to go to see this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deadsilencemovie.net/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/deadsilence_email.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that short film about a dummy that's trying to kill someone and the person runs in the room and slams the door. Then the person lays down to look under the door to see if the dummy is gone, but the dummy is on the other side of the door, also on the floor looking back at them?....creeeeeepy. I wish I could remember where that was from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...and we HAVE to go &lt;a href="http://www.fairexpo.com/thefair/default.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; too...so let me know when you're free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not take NO for an answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525847-8402489392633378879?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/8402489392633378879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=8402489392633378879' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/8402489392633378879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/8402489392633378879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2007/03/vamos.html' title='Vamos!'/><author><name>Claudia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBI5PCelakk/TWQB3D_GnDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/bLB3VdF7N0U/s220/claudwar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-2651270999843432522</id><published>2007-03-07T04:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T04:46:56.067-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just for fun'/><title type='text'>Whew! That was close!</title><content type='html'>Just sending a li'l love to my homies. Have fun with this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D3CDDA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 28% Abnormal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E4E1E8"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howabnormalareyouquiz/weird.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for being a psychopath. It is unlikely that you have no soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for having a borderline personality. It is somewhat likely that you are a chaotic mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at low risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is unlikely that you are in love with your own reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for having a social phobia. It is somewhat likely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are at medium risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is somewhat likely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howabnormalareyouquiz/"&gt;How Abnormal Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW...What happened to Ayleen? She's not showing up on the list of contributors anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525847-2651270999843432522?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/2651270999843432522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=2651270999843432522' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/2651270999843432522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/2651270999843432522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-are-28-abnormal-you-are-at-low-risk.html' title='Whew! That was close!'/><author><name>@tomic ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07084854778034216848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAJOrr5obBc/So8HNGnbA7I/AAAAAAAAACA/ncMiTcW3mkI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-7466947446485556881</id><published>2007-03-02T03:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-02T05:03:52.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Strikes Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7dc09b3127cce822fec7d330e00000016100Qbsmzlq0asV"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7dc09b3127cce822fec7d330e00000016100Qbsmzlq0asV" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think its common knowledge by now that I absolutely LOoooovED our Girls Night Out! PF Changs was unique and so magically delicious!! We must go back again sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who could not join us for the rest of the evening. Let me just assure you that we had a &lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7dc09b3127cce822fec5cb21f00000015100Qbsmzlq0asV"&gt;lovely and quiet time&lt;/a&gt; talking about proper topics of conversation. At absolutely no point during the evening did we &lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7dc09b3127cce822fec7cb23f00000016100Qbsmzlq0asV"&gt;dance&lt;/a&gt;, wear &lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7dc09b3127cce822fec4f333c00000016100Qbsmzlq0asV"&gt;silly teeth&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7dc09b3127cce822fec78b23b00000016100Qbsmzlq0asV"&gt;pirate patches&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7dc09b3127cce822fec45333600000016100Qbsmzlq0asV"&gt;consume any alcohol &lt;/a&gt;whatsoever (yeah right!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ok, so I may not remember the evening quite the same way it happened but I know I must have been quite a handfull. I'm completely honest and talk practically nonstop when slightly impaired, so I know I must have driven you ladies &lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7dc09b3127cce822fec43333000000016100Qbsmzlq0asV"&gt;CrAaaAzy&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to those of you who had to babysit my alter ego but I just had to take her out of the closet for a little bit or she was about to drive me &lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7dc09b3127cce822fec61331200000016100Qbsmzlq0asV"&gt;InSane!&lt;/a&gt; I do hope none of you ladies got into too much trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I got to meet &lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7dc09b3127cce822fec64b22700000016100Qbsmzlq0asV"&gt;the shark guy&lt;/a&gt;! (well I saw him once before at La Carreta but that doesnt count).W-u-t-e-v-a! Does that guy ever wear street clothes? Its like he always has on his shark huntin' threads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well what else can I say about our special night? Its been almost a week back in reality and my memory starts getting conveniently fuzzy. Like I said before, I do hope none of you got into too much trouble with the spousies, and if you did then I hope at least it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;{special thanks to Marilu for the photos. Why do I get the strange feeling that there are some missing? Hey if you're planning on blackmail, you wont make much of a profit with me (hee hee hee).}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525847-7466947446485556881?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/7466947446485556881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=7466947446485556881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/7466947446485556881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/7466947446485556881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2007/03/reality-strikes-again.html' title='Reality Strikes Again!'/><author><name>@tomic ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07084854778034216848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAJOrr5obBc/So8HNGnbA7I/AAAAAAAAACA/ncMiTcW3mkI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-7016157314458533037</id><published>2007-02-26T15:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T15:58:13.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hillbillies Night Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7dc04b3127cce8189840efc5700000016108CatHLFsybK"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7dc04b3127cce8189840efc5700000016108CatHLFsybK" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay tuned for more photos.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust me, they only get better....or worse (depending on your viewpoint).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525847-7016157314458533037?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/7016157314458533037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=7016157314458533037' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/7016157314458533037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/7016157314458533037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2007/02/hillbillies-night-out.html' title='Hillbillies Night Out'/><author><name>Claudia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBI5PCelakk/TWQB3D_GnDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/bLB3VdF7N0U/s220/claudwar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-6106364754593313460</id><published>2007-01-31T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T11:03:50.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Manders!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.brandondufau.com/"&gt;Amanda&lt;/a&gt; had her little boy yesterday!&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df10b3127cce8117e59082f300000016108CatHLFsybK"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b7df10b3127cce8117e59082f300000016108CatHLFsybK" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew Dylan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/30/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:27 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 lbs 6 oz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he looks like his big brother Brandon. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKXAnaYEOgQ/RcCwyCOGumI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2rrZZruoQ2o/s1600-h/brandonbaby2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026211557781453410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKXAnaYEOgQ/RcCwyCOGumI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2rrZZruoQ2o/s200/brandonbaby2.bmp" 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/23525847-6106364754593313460?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/6106364754593313460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=6106364754593313460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/6106364754593313460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/6106364754593313460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2007/01/congratulations-manders.html' title='Congratulations Manders!'/><author><name>Claudia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBI5PCelakk/TWQB3D_GnDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/bLB3VdF7N0U/s220/claudwar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_fKXAnaYEOgQ/RcCwyCOGumI/AAAAAAAAAAk/2rrZZruoQ2o/s72-c/brandonbaby2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-116556100792374736</id><published>2006-12-08T02:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T02:07:34.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come Back to Miami!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cc26b3127cce8f2aa57ddf7700000016108AcNm7do2atj"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6cc26b3127cce8f2aa57ddf7700000016108AcNm7do2atj" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I speak for all of us when I say that we really enjoyed getting together with Ayleen on her latest trip down. Even though we didnt do anything special, its always special to get together with old friends. (i should write greeting cards, jk).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to post so I can show off how pretty both Ayleen and Sophia came out in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva le chonky chonk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525847-116556100792374736?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/116556100792374736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=116556100792374736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/116556100792374736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/116556100792374736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2006/12/come-back-to-miami_08.html' title='Come Back to Miami!'/><author><name>@tomic ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07084854778034216848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAJOrr5obBc/So8HNGnbA7I/AAAAAAAAACA/ncMiTcW3mkI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-116161318164120411</id><published>2006-10-23T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T10:19:41.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>YAY...</title><content type='html'>...we're all here! WOO HOO!&lt;br /&gt;I always forget to post on here, I usually just post on Brandon's blog. (Ayleen, it's &lt;a href="http://www.brandondufau.com"&gt;www.brandondufau.com&lt;/a&gt;, so go visit and catch up on our goings-on.)&lt;br /&gt;For you local gals, I'm taking Brandon to MetroBoo at the zoo on Saturday, so if you all would like to join us, that would be GREAT!&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now, I'll be back later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525847-116161318164120411?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/116161318164120411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=116161318164120411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/116161318164120411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/116161318164120411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2006/10/yay.html' title='YAY...'/><author><name>AmandaDufau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09409166279029343925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a1YIn8CZ-wY/TZtH55dDiWI/AAAAAAAAADg/hz33H4uryNM/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-116153050000711413</id><published>2006-10-22T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T11:21:40.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ayleen...yes she's still alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/911/4025/1600/Misty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/911/4025/320/Misty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/911/4025/1600/100_0087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/911/4025/320/100_0087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Hello my friends! I hope all of you are doing well, including the hubbies and babies- Eric, Brandon, Danny, Sophia, Ren, and Christian. Just wanted to share with all of you a pic of my babies, Princess, my 1 yr old shih tzu, and Misty, my 8 yr old kitty. I hope your Sunday is going great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525847-116153050000711413?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/116153050000711413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=116153050000711413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/116153050000711413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/116153050000711413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2006/10/ayleenyes-shes-still-alive.html' title='Ayleen...yes she&apos;s still alive'/><author><name>Ayleen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16564525227923300658</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-115679523043751562</id><published>2006-08-28T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T16:38:19.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dadeland Mall Rodeo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6d609b3127cce8c1b4dd5eecf00000015108AcNm7do2atj"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px" height="407" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6d609b3127cce8c1b4dd5eecf00000015108AcNm7do2atj" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6d609b3127cce8c1b4d9c6fb600000015108AcNm7do2atj"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" height="236" alt="" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6d609b3127cce8c1b4d9c6fb600000015108AcNm7do2atj" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the perfect gift for the lady who has it all!&lt;br /&gt;The Ho-Train-O-Matic 3000. For Gentlemen who need to train dem hos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so we are having waaaayyy too much fun on this thing. Its called the iGallop and its on display at Brookstone at Dadeland mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think this is funny check out the demo video on the &lt;a href="http://www.brookstone.com/"&gt;Brookstone webpage&lt;/a&gt;. First off, its interesting to note that no self respecting guy would use this thing. There are no men in the photos. Second, why do all the girls look like Dallas Cowboy cheerleaders? I cant believe this thing could actually work. This must be for fools who really have nothing better to do with their money. Or maybe for the young lady aspiring to become a stripper. Or for two friends hanging out at the mall in search of a fun time. We better do all these silly things now while our children are too young to remember. I can just hear Sophia now.... "Mom! Don't embarass me!" ha ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525847-115679523043751562?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/115679523043751562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=115679523043751562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/115679523043751562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/115679523043751562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2006/08/dadeland-mall-rodeo.html' title='Dadeland Mall Rodeo'/><author><name>@tomic ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07084854778034216848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAJOrr5obBc/So8HNGnbA7I/AAAAAAAAACA/ncMiTcW3mkI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-115219906228633377</id><published>2006-07-06T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T11:17:42.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Making the band...</title><content type='html'>Here are the pictures from Christian's visit with Sophie last week. They want to start a band together, so Cristy and I are working on the name. Any suggestions? The Tooting Tots? Diaper Jam? The Desitin Duo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/Christian6-24-06f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/Christian6-24-06f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/blog%20pictures/Christian6-24-06a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/blog%20pictures/Christian6-24-06a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/blog%20pictures/Christian6-24-06e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/blog%20pictures/Christian6-24-06e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/blog%20pictures/Christian6-24-06c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/blog%20pictures/Christian6-24-06c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/blog%20pictures/Christian6-24-06d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/blog%20pictures/Christian6-24-06d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/blog%20pictures/Christian6-24-06b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/blog%20pictures/Christian6-24-06b.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/23525847-115219906228633377?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/115219906228633377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=115219906228633377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/115219906228633377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/115219906228633377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2006/07/making-band.html' title='Making the band...'/><author><name>Claudia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBI5PCelakk/TWQB3D_GnDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/bLB3VdF7N0U/s220/claudwar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/blog%20pictures/th_Christian6-24-06a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-115074759179921176</id><published>2006-06-19T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T16:21:26.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day indeed</title><content type='html'>Manders made a wonderful &lt;a href="http://www.brandondufau.com/archives/000259.html"&gt;announcement&lt;/a&gt; today!&lt;br /&gt;Head on over there and congratulate the family! &lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I'm so bossy today (today Claudia?). Hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a separate note: The other day I was reminded of Cristy and how much she loves bugs. You see, I was arriving at my home one evening. I opened the door to my house and just when I was walking in, I felt something on my neck. I immediately realized that there must have been a lizard or bug on the door frame and when I opened the door, it fell down upon me. So, I calmly reached for the back of my neck to try and flick off whatever had landed on me, but I couldn't locate the intruder. I shook my shirt collar to see if the offending insect/bug/animal would jump/fly off, but unfortunately that only helped the little critter to fall INTO my shirt. At this point, I'm slightly perturbed because a) I didn't know what was on me b) I didn't know where it was and c) I was afraid that it would go down my pants as well. So I started shaking my shirt and holding my pants closed so that the thing would fall to the floor and not in my ass crack. By this point I had reached the family room and Ren thought I was crazy because I had a concerned look on my face and I was doing the boogie shuffle dance and shaking my clothes all about. It was quite a sight to see and the stupid bug finally landed on the floor. It was a lightning bug and boy was I glad it wasn't a roach, that would have really creeped me out. Once we threw the bug back outside, my thoughts instantly went to Cristy and how would she have reacted to the above incident. Hee hee. Now THAT would've been funny. I'm actually surprised that I handled the situation with such decorum. I hate bugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525847-115074759179921176?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/115074759179921176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=115074759179921176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/115074759179921176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/115074759179921176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-fathers-day-indeed.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day indeed'/><author><name>Claudia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBI5PCelakk/TWQB3D_GnDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/bLB3VdF7N0U/s220/claudwar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-114857173636859378</id><published>2006-05-25T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T12:04:11.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Foxtrot</title><content type='html'>I saw this in the comics the other day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1372/2418/1600/foxtrotyearbook2.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1372/2418/200/foxtrotyearbook2.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who does it remind you of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525847-114857173636859378?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/114857173636859378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=114857173636859378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/114857173636859378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/114857173636859378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2006/05/foxtrot.html' title='Foxtrot'/><author><name>Claudia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBI5PCelakk/TWQB3D_GnDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/bLB3VdF7N0U/s220/claudwar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-114504699789068958</id><published>2006-04-14T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T16:36:37.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The girls need...</title><content type='html'>Go read my &lt;a href="http://commanderclaudia.blogspot.com/2006/04/needs.html"&gt;needs&lt;/a&gt; post to see what this is about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanda needs&lt;br /&gt;a mom in her corner with lots of time and attention to give to her&lt;br /&gt;to get help busting skulls, not new friends&lt;br /&gt;a wise friend to tell her that this too shall pass&lt;br /&gt;to be rebuilt&lt;br /&gt;operator disk ownership&lt;br /&gt;to read Barbara Bush's speach to Wellesley's graduates&lt;br /&gt;wisdom and strength to do what is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayleen needs&lt;br /&gt;your letter of reference&lt;br /&gt;cash donations&lt;br /&gt;to practice&lt;br /&gt;more stickers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cristy needs&lt;br /&gt;a freak to hold her tight&lt;br /&gt;pics (of said freak?)&lt;br /&gt;to be present for as much of this as possible&lt;br /&gt;to have back (baby got back?)&lt;br /&gt;4 tickets for Commencement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny needs&lt;br /&gt;a job so she can buy one of these&lt;br /&gt;to see herself as a good reader&lt;br /&gt;to experience and expect success with her literacy&lt;br /&gt;to build up her modest pool of background knowledge&lt;br /&gt;your support&lt;br /&gt;our prayers right now&lt;br /&gt;a patient, loving, kind home&lt;br /&gt;immediate medical care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525847-114504699789068958?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/114504699789068958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=114504699789068958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/114504699789068958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/114504699789068958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2006/04/girls-need.html' title='The girls need...'/><author><name>Claudia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBI5PCelakk/TWQB3D_GnDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/bLB3VdF7N0U/s220/claudwar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-114356338043688061</id><published>2006-03-28T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T16:16:33.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't piss me off</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table background="#FFFFFF" border="0" style="border: 1px solid black;"width="400"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudia M. O$orio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revenge Specialist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="font-size: 8pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: #FF0000;" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=93"&gt;'What will your business card say?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: #FF0000;"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525847-114356338043688061?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/114356338043688061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=114356338043688061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/114356338043688061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/114356338043688061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2006/03/dont-piss-me-off.html' title='Don&apos;t piss me off'/><author><name>Claudia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBI5PCelakk/TWQB3D_GnDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/bLB3VdF7N0U/s220/claudwar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-114272972201473111</id><published>2006-03-18T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T19:58:45.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overkill</title><content type='html'>I'm actually surprised that I even have time to write this. This is a big step for me you guys, as you all know how unreliable and unstable Cristy used to be. So I'm amazed at myself for everything I have been doing lately. Well, actually I DO have waaayyyy too much on my plate for now but I know its only temporary. Hey you gotta do what you gotta do to reach certain goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm in the process of switching jobs. Some of you may know I've been working at a nursing and rehab center in Homestead. Now I started working at &lt;a href="http://www.thepalace.org"&gt;The Palace &lt;/a&gt;Nursing and Rehabilitation Center. Its much closer to my house (3 to 5 minutes door to door no exaggerration) and they give me better hours and benefits. (It takes me longer to look for parking than to drive to work.) I also have been working for &lt;a href="http://www.coralgableshospital.com"&gt;Coral Gables Hospital&lt;/a&gt; through a staffing agency . They dont give me great benefits but the experience I'm getting from working at a hospital is priceless for me right now. There is a big difference between the hospitals and nursing facilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem for me at this moment, is that I haven't yet given my 2 week notice at my job in Homestead. You see already 3 nurses and 1 night supervisor quit within the past weeks. If I quit on them now they will really be in a bind. I feel so bad for them that I haven't worked up the courage to speak to the Director of Nursing yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whats the result? I've ended up working 3 jobs. AAAAARRRRGHHHH! and double AAAAARRRRGH!. Its a bit stressfull right now because although bec although I do get days off at each job, between the 3 of them I haven't had an actual day off for a while now. But I know its only a temporary fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My short term goal careerwise is to work full time at the Palace (the one close to my house) and part time at hospitals through the staffing agency. Since both these places offer me 12 hour shifts, eventually I will only really have to work 3 days to get full time at my main job then I can work as I feel like it at the agency job. The agency doesnt really pressure me to work certain hours a week. I'm mostly pressuring myself because the experience is great. I really enjoy it and I'm learning little by little to put into practice all the skills I've learned in school. So I guess some weeks I can work 1, 2, or 3 extra days If I feel up to it or just none at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! So thats the major thing on my mind lately. It's a lot for me just to think about it for now. Other changes in our lives? Hmm lets see.... We made a decision that Daniel is going to be the one caring for Sophia during the day until she is older and we feel more comfortable leaving her in a daycare. He was working for his uncle and unfortunately was not getting a competetive salary. It's not easy working for or with family sometimes. I was making part time, a little over what he makes full time. So its a no brainer for us. Its easier for me to work full time and Danny to take care of Sophia. We'll sure save $$$ on daycare costs. And thats extra money we can put away for our family's future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophia is getting bigger and stronger each day. She still can't sit up by herself the way Christian does. She needs &lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b6dd29b3127cce97cf8b76b84b00000016108AcNm7do2atj"&gt;a little support &lt;/a&gt;from a pillow or something similar. She's &lt;a href="http://shim1.shutterfly.com/procgserv/47b6dd29b3127cce98548ceb697c00000017108AcNm7do2atj"&gt;started to eat &lt;/a&gt;some solids already. You know the basic baby stuff: rice cereal, single fruits and veggies, all that good stuff. She loves playing with her Daddy bec he acts all silly with her. Shame on me that I haven't taken many pictures lately. I just ordered some pictures from shutterfly last week. Someday I will make time to scrap them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well muchachitas, I guess I will be going now, this has been a long enough note (oops blog entry) and &lt;a href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/procserv/47b5cf08b3127cce95dafd86e64500000016108AcNm7do2atj"&gt;my mom &lt;/a&gt;is comming over with sushi for me before I head off to work. YUMMMM!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525847-114272972201473111?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/114272972201473111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=114272972201473111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/114272972201473111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/114272972201473111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2006/03/overkill.html' title='Overkill'/><author><name>@tomic ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07084854778034216848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAJOrr5obBc/So8HNGnbA7I/AAAAAAAAACA/ncMiTcW3mkI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-114253665091343979</id><published>2006-03-16T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T14:42:36.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be There!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1372/2418/1600/thefair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1372/2418/320/thefair.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fair!  Be There!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at what's opening up today ladies! &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;That's right!  It's the FAIR!  I've been looking forward to his all year!  I absolutely love the fair.  I guess it's part of my 30 going on 13 outlook.  I've been asking people around me at work if they're going to the fair and all they do is give me this look of disgust as if to say "the fair, ugh, why?".  Maybe I never grew up, but I still love the fair.  Actually, I think it has to do with the fact that I'm majorly sentimental and I love anything that reminds me of my *happy* childhood moments (cause there sure were a lot of nasty ones too).  I remember when we used to get the fair maps at school.  They would hand them out at the end of the day on purpose cause they knew that once we got our sticky little hands on them, there was no way we were going to pay attention to what was going on in class (same thing with yearbooks).  I loved opening the map and seeing all the cool rides illustrated on the page.  We used to map out our route and tell each other which rides we were going to go on.  Ah what fun!  Usually around that time, we would also be eating a lot of Holsum bread!  Remember those! 5+5! My mom would save the wrappers and all you had to do was bring 5 wrappers and 5 bucks and you could get unlimited rides!  Those were the good old days, then the bread people started wising up and before we knew it, it wasn't 5+5 anymore, but 12+12 or some other ridiculous number.  I always wondered up to what number they would go, but I guess that 25+25 didn't fit on the wrapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember I used to ride almost every ride!  Unfortunately as time passed, some rides started giving me nausea (Himalaya, but perhaps it was the awful carnies and rock music that were giving me the heaves).  Then, some more time passed and the rides started giving me headaches.  At that point I had to accept that I was now officially old.  I cannot ride those damn things anymore (except the dopple loop, yes, it's spelled with two p's instead of b's...wierd, I know).  So now I just go for the reasons that all the old people go for, the food and the exhibits.  I remember when I was young I used to think, "how boring!  I can't believe anyone would want to look at those exhibits, only old farts that can't go on the rides do that". Ha ha, I'm an old fart now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I have so many wonderful memories of the fair that this post is getting long and ridiculous (too bad, keep reading).  I remember Ayleen and I would go to people watch.  We'd curse at all the skinny girls who could wear such cute outfits at the fair and were usually attached to some cute boy holding their hand...bitches...haha.  I remember I always wanted to have a boyfriend that I could go to the fair with and hold hands with.  Wouldn't you know it, the man I married, hates the fair, go figure.  I remember Cristy and I used to live really close.  I remember looking at the fair through someone's (Cristy's?) binoculars cause we lived in apartments and could see the fair from there.  I remember that one time Cristy and I got on one of those little haunted house rides where the guy comes out from behind the door and scares the crap out of you.  I remember that Cristy started punching said guy in the head for scaring her.  Hee hee.  I remember that I was scared of riding those haunted house cars and couldn't go on the ride by myself (until a couple of years ago!).  I remember there was a witch at the door of the haunted house that had a sign that said "buy tickets to see my house".  I remember that Jenny's dad would sneak us in and it was always like some covert secret mission. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah...I love reminiscing.  Do you have any wonderful fair memories?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525847-114253665091343979?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/114253665091343979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=114253665091343979' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/114253665091343979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/114253665091343979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2006/03/be-there.html' title='Be There!'/><author><name>Claudia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBI5PCelakk/TWQB3D_GnDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/bLB3VdF7N0U/s220/claudwar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-114201699778110356</id><published>2006-03-10T13:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:56:37.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm here too!</title><content type='html'>okay, good, I got the hang of this thing now.&lt;br /&gt;Now then....where are the non-Miamians? I bet they haven't even opened their email inboxes since, oh, I don't know, Xmas (2004)!!&lt;br /&gt;Cristy, can't wait to see your new place. And whenever you have a bit of free time, come by and see ours. That's an open invite. Just call first, and don't come by at like 3 in the morning or anything like that. We should plan a play date once we finish setting up Brandon's playroom (yes, he has a playroom...until little brother or little sister decides to join us then he's screwed! And no, I'm not pregnant--yet). There's no parking issue at this place, and there's more than enough room for everyone without stepping over or bumping into each other. Oops...sorry! Was that your eye?!&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I'll catch up with you girls later...gotta get back to work (SSHHHH)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525847-114201699778110356?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/114201699778110356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=114201699778110356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/114201699778110356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/114201699778110356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-here-too.html' title='I&apos;m here too!'/><author><name>AmandaDufau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09409166279029343925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a1YIn8CZ-wY/TZtH55dDiWI/AAAAAAAAADg/hz33H4uryNM/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-114201645465841924</id><published>2006-03-10T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:47:34.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YO!!</title><content type='html'>Hello, my peeps! Ain't technology great?! Just writing these few lines to see if this works. Brandon's blog is a bit different that this "Blogger" thing.&lt;br /&gt;Much love! xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525847-114201645465841924?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/114201645465841924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=114201645465841924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/114201645465841924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/114201645465841924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2006/03/yo.html' title='YO!!'/><author><name>AmandaDufau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09409166279029343925</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a1YIn8CZ-wY/TZtH55dDiWI/AAAAAAAAADg/hz33H4uryNM/s220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-114201493549596495</id><published>2006-03-10T12:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T13:22:15.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anybody there???</title><content type='html'>Yoohoo....where are you? Do you have blog-fright? Are you afraid of the blogosphere? Were you crippled in a freak typewriting accident? Crispy nugget and I are waiting for you! Have you even read the posts? Have you even read the invitation to come on over? Have you even checked your email? Ok I won't bug you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Cristy's new condo this week. Very very nice. It's nice and spacious. The bedrooms are big and spacious too (btw how are you going to decorate Sophie's room?).  She's got a nice litte terrace where she's got a rocking chair and she can sit there and relax and rock Sophie to sleep. She's got a little laundry room too...boo hoo...all my friends are getting laundry rooms...I want a laundry room too (oh that's right, I kind of have a laundry room too). It's a little crazy in her house right now, but then again so is mine. She has the excuse that she just moved, but I moved almost two years ago (how quickly time flies) so what's my excuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the pictures that I took of the kidlets together (click on the picture to see a larger version):&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/chrissophi3-6-06f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/chrissophi3-6-06f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/chrissophi3-6-06g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/chrissophi3-6-06g.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/chrissophi3-6-06a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/chrissophi3-6-06a.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/chrissophi3-6-06e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/chrissophi3-6-06e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/chrissophi3-6-06b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e398/mountainflowr/chrissophi3-6-06b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525847-114201493549596495?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/114201493549596495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=114201493549596495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/114201493549596495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/114201493549596495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2006/03/anybody-there.html' title='Anybody there???'/><author><name>Claudia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBI5PCelakk/TWQB3D_GnDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/bLB3VdF7N0U/s220/claudwar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-114169912439723984</id><published>2006-03-06T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T03:21:58.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HI CHICAS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/92/1440/1600/Ayleen"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/92/1440/320/Ayleen%27s%20Birthday%2010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello everyone! This does seem like a good way for us to keep in touch especially with our busy lives. That is if we actually take some time to post. Hope you like the picture. Remember Ayleen's last birthday when we got together and &lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/52/109096543_cf61025d2d.jpg?v=0"&gt;read old notes&lt;/a&gt;, played clue, and ate a delicious Cold Stone Creamery cake? Man Im getting the late night munchies! This photo seems like it was just the other day. I can't believe your birthday is just around the corner again, Ayleen. Time does fly. I've been so busy lately. We just moved recently we finally bought our own place . Yay! The curse HAS been broken. God willing we will not have to be moving around for a long time to come. I'll post pictures sooon, but I havent really taken any yet since I have boxes and messiness everywhere (Claudia can attest to that). The place is perfect for us right now. It's a 2 bedrm 2 bath with a nice little patio and I finally can do laundry at home in our own washer and dryer. Its a big step up from our cozy little shoebox cottage efficiency that we lived in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall we've been doing pretty good, thank God. Things can seem overwhelming at times, but we get thru them. I &lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/49/109116739_1f97c60a1a.jpg?v=0"&gt;started working again &lt;/a&gt;in January but I'm starting a new job in 2 wks plus I started working for Coral Gables Hospital thru a medical staffing agency. Its really different from the nursing home I'm used to, but Its the experience I really wanted to get and they pay me more. I definitely want to go back to school to get my RN (Registered Nurse) license though. Although Im getting paid pretty good, as an LPN (Licensed Practical Nurse) I make considerably less for doing the same things than I would if I had my RN license. Once I get my RN I will also have a lot more options and the pay to match. I'm setting a goal of at least starting this year. Even if its just one class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/47/109116741_3b4fed25da.jpg?v=0"&gt;Sophia&lt;/a&gt; is growing more and more every day it seems. Shame on me I dont have any recent pictures. Ive hardly had time to do much of anything lately. Hopefully now things will start to settle and I can focus on my family and friends more than I have been. Ok chickies, I hope to continue posting and reading about all that is going on with all of you lovelies. God Bless you all and take care!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525847-114169912439723984?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/114169912439723984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=114169912439723984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/114169912439723984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/114169912439723984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2006/03/hi-chicas.html' title='HI CHICAS!'/><author><name>@tomic ladybug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07084854778034216848</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OAJOrr5obBc/So8HNGnbA7I/AAAAAAAAACA/ncMiTcW3mkI/S220/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23525847.post-114167143074820124</id><published>2006-03-06T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T15:48:15.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh good, you made it here in one piece</title><content type='html'>Now that you're here, you should take a seat and get comfortable. Would you like something to drink? to eat? a blanket? a book? a turtle? (just making sure you're paying attention).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the purpose of this blog is purely selfish. You've moved away (or we hardly see or talk to each other) and I don't like it one bit. I would really like for us to use this as a meeting ground where we (you) can post about our lives and adventures in far off lands (ok Tampa is not that far, but you know what I mean). I really miss our interactions and I really would like to keep in touch. I know that our hectic lives don't allow us to be calling each other all the time. So what happens? We only talk every once in a while and then when we do talk, we have to fill each other in on half a year's worth of stuff. Because of this, a lot of stuff is bound to get lost in the shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can be like our notes that we used to write to each other in school (except this won't be taken away by the teacher), or it can be like a daily journal to jot down some feelings or something that's bothering us. You can give updates to everyone at once, without having to rehash the same story over and over again. We can rant about work, men or just life in general. We can recall fond memories and make new ones. Sometimes you wanna go, where everybody knows your name, and they're always glad you came (oh wait, isn't that a &lt;a href="http://www.files.bz/files/3787/cheers1982.wav"&gt;bar&lt;/a&gt;?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please take a look around blogger and familiarize yourself with the process. I've put in this first post to get you started.&lt;br /&gt;I'd really like to hear (read) all about what's going on in your life.&lt;br /&gt;Come on...post something, don't make me come after you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23525847-114167143074820124?l=girlscompiled.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/feeds/114167143074820124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23525847&amp;postID=114167143074820124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/114167143074820124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23525847/posts/default/114167143074820124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://girlscompiled.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-good-you-made-it-here-in-one-piece.html' title='Oh good, you made it here in one piece'/><author><name>Claudia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LBI5PCelakk/TWQB3D_GnDI/AAAAAAAAAYs/bLB3VdF7N0U/s220/claudwar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
