<?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-1293817178475243107</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:16:14.104-08:00</updated><category term='summer 09'/><title type='text'>Siomara, RN</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-6995264263035177328</id><published>2011-12-21T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T21:06:01.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dave and Busters</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688810884051323794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6dSEhTdpNEY/TvK3W8JBS5I/AAAAAAAABns/3XRMbhO0PCA/s400/IMAG0538-1-1-1%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and my honey had a dinner date with a bunch of his beach volleyball friends. We headed to Dave and Busters for some dinner and games. We had a blast! We played basketball (in which i suck at), air hockey, shooting, car racing, and trivia pursuit. At the end of the night we had a bunch of play points and decided to do a couple of fun photos. I was actually surprised when he said "lets take pictures" and even more surpised when he did the "kiss" photo (above). Its just not the type of person he is. The picture below is more of his personality. When i said "smile, honey" -- he pulls a stunt like that ;) Turned out to be my favorite. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 356px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688813330858132450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LdIAXFVwsZY/TvK5lXNOQ-I/AAAAAAAABoE/W2lAbyeCl-U/s400/IMAG0540-1-1.jpg" /&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/1293817178475243107-6995264263035177328?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/6995264263035177328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=6995264263035177328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/6995264263035177328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/6995264263035177328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2011/12/dave-and-busters.html' title='Dave and Busters'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6dSEhTdpNEY/TvK3W8JBS5I/AAAAAAAABns/3XRMbhO0PCA/s72-c/IMAG0538-1-1-1%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-4471175805846485394</id><published>2011-09-27T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T23:44:56.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"A leap of Faith"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671394338215288306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3ItCuNjK4EU/TrTXGi573fI/AAAAAAAABZw/w_R-4eWpXCc/s320/2327731007_63ed99a7f9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Boy did we leap... off a bridge! Yes, My boyfriend purchased bungee jumping package to celebrate our anniversary. We did have to keep putting it on hold because, well, August was full of downfalls for us. I got really sick, hospital and everything. I had a major test to study for (so this was a big priority). He got laid off, and his roomate was moving out... lots of stress for us!&lt;br /&gt;This was our convo. . .&lt;br /&gt;"How many jumps do you wanna do?" - he asked&lt;br /&gt;"2" - I said.&lt;br /&gt;"ARE YOU SURE?!?!! Thats a lot" - he said with a scared tone&lt;br /&gt;"yea, im sure. Im sure ill want to do it again after my 1st jump" - i said with excitement&lt;br /&gt;"alright" - he said with hesitation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our jump time was 7:30am. Boy, it was horrible to get up so early. We had to drive to Asuza (which is about an hr drive from both our houses). We arrived, signed in, and we were off (us and about 30 other people). A 5 mile hike to reach "the bridge to nowhere." It was an amazing, gorgeous hike. We had to walk cross a waist high river about 6 times. We had hilarious "jump masters" (in other words - we were putting our lives on 5 20yr old guys) that kept the whole group cracking up with there sence of humor. Mile 4 is when the trail goes from nice, shade, walking along the pretty river -- to -- HOT, dessert, sun. IT SUCKED! and it felt like that hike was never ending. Muz was trying really hard to keep my spirits up, because i was beyond annoyed at that point.&lt;br /&gt;Once at the bridge we had to wait until the early morning group was done with their jumps. This is when i met "SPIDERMAN!" Yes, there was this little asian man that decided to bringalong a spiderman costume to jump in. It was hilarious! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662809057138105458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KK0FtgrlBUs/TpZW1amU3HI/AAAAAAAABTA/1LAYR9YALQ8/s320/Picture176-1%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We had a quick "safety" talk from the jump masters then they called up the 1st group of people to jump, one of them being Muz (my bf). He was the 1st person from the group to jump. During the "safety" chat - we were introduced to the pillow. Which is this big red, pillow, thing that is right next to you. This pillow is either: 1) your worst enemy (if you jump wrong - you will be smacked hard by the pillow) 2) your bff (in which you hold on to with all your heart and soul because your so scared) or 3) it doesnt have a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Muz's 1st jump - the pillow was his worst enemy. It was exactly like the old batman shows. As I looked down, as he jumped, all i saw was: "BAM" "SMACK" "POW" as the pillow hit him. All the jump masters said was, "Ladies, and Gents.. thats exactly what you DONT do" and laughed. The 2nd jump is done backwards, and the 3rd jump is the "extreme jumps" which include the elevator (which is what muz did), when you are attached at the ankle only (which is what muz wanted to do, but couldnt because his 1st jump was so bad that he didnt qualify).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671396981748130706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HGaqqH_S4ow/TrTZga1R45I/AAAAAAAABZ8/Ta6LvkZaZt8/s320/Picture%2B181.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; [ Muz's 1st jump ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then it was waiting time til my turn. Muz prepaired lunch for us and we ate snaks. We waited for about 3+ hrs before my turn. Yes, i was the very LAST person to jump. Now, my experience was a little different. I was calm, cool, and collected. I was attached to all the ropes - ready to go! I put 1 foot over the ledge, then the other, felt the cool breeze, it didnt hear any sounds, all i could feel was my heart racing, and as i looked down I saw a river, 2 gigantic white rocks with (on one rock) a man with a long lens camera pointing straight up at me.. all i could do at that point was say "OOHHHHHH HEEELLLLLLLL NO!!!!!!!" "YA'LL ARE OUT OF YOUR MINDS FOR DOING THIS!!" Yes, i FREAKED out! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671391860178638386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e82OCi4kmhw/TrTU2Tf9VjI/AAAAAAAABZM/OFPx7fxOJZw/s320/standing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My focus was on that little man, with the camera, on that white rock. I couldnt do it. The jump masters gave me a pep talk. Worked me up and i did attempt #1. Didnt do it. Again, pep talk - "You can do this!" Attempt #2... fail. Pep talk #3... my bf on the side lines cheering me on, along with everyone else on the bridge, jump master telling me again "You can do this". I got in position to jump, focused on the flag (that were suppost to jump towards). 1 - 2 - 3.. I jumped! (or as i rememeber... Im sure my shoe slipped and i ended up falling.. but for the sake of the story.. i jumped). Yes, the red pillow was my bff. I hugged that thing like i have never hugged anything before in my life. After the jump, i was relieved it was over... oh, wait.. i still had jump #2 (sigh). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671391865714050930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L_d574CSkK4/TrTU2oHtB3I/AAAAAAAABZc/feonxY1r7-Q/s320/hanging.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jump #2 was suppost to be done by falling backwards (looks at the very 1st picture to understand what i mean by this). "You are crazy?" was the only thing i was thinking at the time. After your jumps they check your adrenaline (they make you hold out your hands and see how much your fingers shake). My fingers were barely moving. Then the "jump master" said: "considering how scared you were, you dont have much adrenaline going on." "thanks" - i thought (was that suppost to be a compliment?). I was then taught how my 2nd jump was suppost to go. Phew! I knew i could do the 2nd jump.. i was pumped. Got back out on the ledge and..... freaked out.. again! This wasnt going to happen. Attempt #1 - Fail! Attempt #2 - Fail! Attempt #3 - Fail! I chickened out. I got off the ledge and hugged muz and couldnt stop shaking. I was beyond terrified. I couldnt stop shaking until the harnest was completely taken care off, then i was A-OK, i was laughing and smiling again. I told Muz that he took take my last jump (in which he did).&lt;br /&gt;After our jumps we hiked a little bit further north (which wasnt a trail.. we were rock climbing at that point). We wanted to head down to the bottom of the bridge, where the river was. It was absolutely beautiful, and peaceful. There we met a couple that were celebrating their 30 yr anniversary. They gave us tips on how to keep a successful, happy relationship. He said: "shes always gets what she wants". She said: "make him think that hes always right (then whispered: "but your always right" to me).&lt;br /&gt;On our hike back we got lost, and it was getting dark, and i was in pain. The special water shoes i had bought for this trip were tearing up the bottom of my feet. Muz was starting to worry because the pain was getting so bad that i slowed down alot. So he would make me walk as little as possible, as he ran around looking for the right trail. We finally made it to the car, and we couldnt get out of the mountain quick enough. We were starving! We found a Applebees and scarfed down burgers and fries (how romantic!). We were planning on making a late night movie but decided that a hot shower and sleep were more important - and thats exactly what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671391876195965074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4f8Ftm6Z0ks/TrTU3PKyWJI/AAAAAAAABZk/u2IjyyQEJtk/s320/LOVE.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Anniversary to us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/1293817178475243107-4471175805846485394?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/4471175805846485394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=4471175805846485394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/4471175805846485394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/4471175805846485394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2011/09/leap-of-faith.html' title='&quot;A leap of Faith&quot;'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3ItCuNjK4EU/TrTXGi573fI/AAAAAAAABZw/w_R-4eWpXCc/s72-c/2327731007_63ed99a7f9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-6639494327948525731</id><published>2011-08-20T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-20T22:54:47.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We've hit the 1 mark</title><content type='html'>&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Lp6yAXmVbw/TlCWrJ-TfhI/AAAAAAAABKg/-NT9Qk98pnY/s1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643176001251016210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Lp6yAXmVbw/TlCWrJ-TfhI/AAAAAAAABKg/-NT9Qk98pnY/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hormuzd &amp;amp; I have celebrated our 1st Anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met on a random wednesday, really late at night, in huntington beach, when this brave guy walked up to my car and accused me of running a red light. Yup, true love story. We hit it off immediately, took a stroll, under the moonlight, on the beach, and had our 1st kiss on lifeguard tower #14... we've been inseperable ever since.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, a year ago. We decided that our 1st date would be at the Orange County Fair. It never happened. This year, he was determined to get us to the fair. He got off work early, and I suffered threw horrible rush hour traffic... but we made it.. at around 8p.m. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NLf-MWV8wNA/TlCajCcft3I/AAAAAAAABK4/eesr3RuOHEU/s1600/IMAG0102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643180259837720434" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NLf-MWV8wNA/TlCajCcft3I/AAAAAAAABK4/eesr3RuOHEU/s200/IMAG0102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAzbL7k_XqM/TlCXQS80tcI/AAAAAAAABKo/84VfGGNTEQU/s1600/baby+eating.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643176639315883458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iAzbL7k_XqM/TlCXQS80tcI/AAAAAAAABKo/84VfGGNTEQU/s200/baby%2Beating.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We pigged out! 1st: deep fried butter, garlic-ranch fries, gigantic turkey leg (which ive been craving to try since i saw them all around disneyland), a HUGE polish hot dog, deep fried klondike bar (delish!). Its a miracle one of us didnt have a heart attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oAN1ahXLQ5g/TlCX87qMJmI/AAAAAAAABKw/BDSFT1fpEjY/s1600/IMAG0090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643177406157825634" style="WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oAN1ahXLQ5g/TlCX87qMJmI/AAAAAAAABKw/BDSFT1fpEjY/s200/IMAG0090.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a few games and I won him in all of them. But, he still says that he got me the stuffed animals (since he paid for the games)... whatever. We got a turtle (our oldest son), and our baby monkey. Yup, we have kids now. He walked around the fair grounds with our sons in his arms (cuttest thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MwxclIwKYi8/TlCbJCrHBfI/AAAAAAAABLA/tRBxsdi2_Sk/s1600/IMAG0107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643180912734045682" style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MwxclIwKYi8/TlCbJCrHBfI/AAAAAAAABLA/tRBxsdi2_Sk/s200/IMAG0107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great 1year together. But this was just the beggining... were going bungee jumpin in a few weeks. Thats our real anniversary activity. Im excited!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293817178475243107-6639494327948525731?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/6639494327948525731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=6639494327948525731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/6639494327948525731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/6639494327948525731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2011/08/weve-hit-1-mark.html' title='We&apos;ve hit the 1 mark'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5Lp6yAXmVbw/TlCWrJ-TfhI/AAAAAAAABKg/-NT9Qk98pnY/s72-c/love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-1899595002215112563</id><published>2011-05-09T12:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:33:20.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>City Girls Gone Country &amp; Hit the 90's</title><content type='html'>Yes, it was that time again.... STAGECOACH!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats stagecoach? Only the best 2-day country councert of the year. This was my 1st year going and i was excited. Ive hear of stories and ive been dying to go ever since. It was Mondo, Chantelle, Josh, Jen and I. I was so excited it was just the 5 of us. We are the best fit for trips. We departed on Friday night to Palm Springs - where we rented out a 3 room condo in a pretty amazing country club. The 1st night we were there we went to downtown palm springs to see what the night life was like. Well, it was pretty "old." All of the restaurants, clubs, bars... were dominated with older people (in there 40's &amp;amp; 50's). We should of known... Palm Springs is where u retire. So we just walked around and window shopped at all the great stores there. We hit the sac early because Saturday was day 1 of the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday: Oh, so excited. We all got up. Josh made an amazing breakfast for us all. The concert started at noon. While on our way.. we noticed a lot of cars with people in cowboy hats, with writting on there car windows saying "save a hourse, ride a cowboy" (lyrics to a country song, just incase u didnt know). We were getting closer. The concert is held in Indio (30 min south of where we were staying). We bought "cheap" but expensive cowboy hats to complete our outfits. When we got to the concert arena.. oh my goodness! I never thought that there were so many country lovers in L.A. There was an estimate or 10,000 ppl there that weekend. There was a sections dedicated for camping, camp trailors, general admission, VIP (thats where we were), a whole section of food (which we did alot of visiting to). They had every type of food imaginable; from: chinese, mexican, burgers, pizza, bbq.. everything! I, of course, only bought a general admission ticket, while my friends had VIP tix. I was not about to pay $300 for a concert. So.. we snuck me into the VIP section of course. Josh gave me his wrist band to get me in. YAY! We met some fun people there. The section was relatively small... only about 100 ppl were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;We were all exhausted from Saturday. We didnt get back to the condo til 3am. Nobody was that anxious to get to the concert by noon. Instead we took advantage of the private heated pool we had access to. It was relaxing and just what we all needed; some quality time with eachother (which we havnt done is months). This was the best part of the trip (for me anyways). This day was Carrie Underwood and Rascal Flatts performin. At the end of the concert... Rascal Flatts announced that Osama Bin Laden was killed by the navy seals. The crowd went crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, May 13, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Kerri, Chantelle, and I went back in time.... We went to a PRINCE concert! Ha. This was a last minute idea. The tickets were extremely cheap - $25.00. Now, i am not a big fan of prince, i only know 2 songs of his. Well, the concert was suppost to start at 7:30pm. It didnt acutally begin until 9:30 (when the opening act game out) and prince didnt actually come out until 10:15 or so. For only costing us $25 and buying the tickets the same day as the concert we got AMAZING seats... we were 10 rows from the stage and had a great view. The concert was AMAZING! Best concert i have ever been to. He had old school music videos playing on big screens the whole time, he sang songs from the 90's, he even did a stevie wonder song. He has so much energy! He has different secret guest performers with every performance. I wanna go again!!!!!!!!!!! I had such a great time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293817178475243107-1899595002215112563?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/1899595002215112563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=1899595002215112563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/1899595002215112563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/1899595002215112563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2011/05/city-girls-gone-country-hit-90s.html' title='City Girls Gone Country &amp; Hit the 90&apos;s'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-7190663656214412581</id><published>2011-03-22T10:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T14:04:22.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney On Ice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Took my little niece to disney on ice at the Energy Solutions Arena in Salt Lake City. She absolutely was thrilled when i told her she was coming (thx to my friend, Heather, for grabbing her a ticket. We went with a very large group full of crazy kids. We had pizza from pizza man (yum) for dinner- it was madness to control 6 children, and 5 adults. but in the end it was so much fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xfBRZixqzmQ/TYjaQt7pgnI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3MhYY9FQqG0/s320/IMG_0236.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586955318495642226" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mad's and her new toy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mTQEZKJtlWY/TYjaRYbnQ1I/AAAAAAAAAzg/Gjvi-n8J7vk/s1600/IMG_0235.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/-mTQEZKJtlWY/TYjaRYbnQ1I/AAAAAAAAAzg/Gjvi-n8J7vk/s320/IMG_0235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586955329904001874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the group&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3m4FjIciYQI/TYjaQFPMTOI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ZcrLdEmRcbo/s1600/IMG_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3m4FjIciYQI/TYjaQFPMTOI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/ZcrLdEmRcbo/s320/IMG_0247.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586955307571760354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qX8of1wor-w/TYjaP1x2LYI/AAAAAAAAAzI/Y-YCKJHcf_0/s1600/IMG_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qX8of1wor-w/TYjaP1x2LYI/AAAAAAAAAzI/Y-YCKJHcf_0/s320/IMG_0246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586955303422143874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/-y5XuZNFZlgo/TYjZrzOUoII/AAAAAAAAAzA/iGPi02ItHlI/s320/IMG_0241.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586954684260982914" /&gt;&lt;div&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/-HfBRjmGTx5U/TYjZrkQvBsI/AAAAAAAAAy4/gz9ihYaSS4M/s320/IMG_0252.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586954680244569794" /&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/1293817178475243107-7190663656214412581?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/7190663656214412581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=7190663656214412581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/7190663656214412581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/7190663656214412581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2011/03/disney-on-ice.html' title='Disney On Ice'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xfBRZixqzmQ/TYjaQt7pgnI/AAAAAAAAAzY/3MhYY9FQqG0/s72-c/IMG_0236.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-638254531262805369</id><published>2011-03-13T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:35:38.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All for Mad's</title><content type='html'>My nieces 8th birthday was on Feb 28. I wanted to show up in Utah to surprise her for her big day. Boy, did i have a hard getting to Utah. I stayed at my boyfriends house the night before my flight (hes babysitting my car while im away, and he lives 10 min from the long beach airport) so it worked out really well. My flight departed at 9:50am - which was perfect timing for him to drop me off and for him to get to work on time. We'll the day of.. I woke him up super early because i was worried of missing my flight. He was taking his sweet time getting ready - even decided to chat with his neighbor (by this time my anxiety was totally present). While driving to the airport i got a call from the airline (mind you this was an hr before departure) that they had cancelled my flight... say what?! Yup, they sure did. The next flight leaving was 12:45pm and i would arrive in SLC til almost 10pm (i was connecting in arizona). Not acceptable! I tried everything to get an earlier flight. LAX? Long beach? Burbank airport?... anything! Finally Muz said.. "how about Orange county airport?" The person working for the airline said ... "yes, we have a flight leaving at 9:50." I had 45 min to get there, and 20 min to check in my bags. Muz drove all the way to the O.C. and i got to the airport right on the dot.  *phew* too bad i didnt get to see my niece til she was already in bed. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a special kind of day.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Madison Jennifer is now baptized! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b5hepvjvrP0/TX2YXibro3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/s7hHkW9xBqI/s1600/IMG_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hi7a93QzqVE/TX2YWrdYi3I/AAAAAAAAAyY/qbI2oC82iRw/s320/IMG_0214.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583786628399795058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[ I love these 2 shots ] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b5hepvjvrP0/TX2YXibro3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/s7hHkW9xBqI/s1600/IMG_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPwEBA0_UPs/TX2YWYuZTeI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/iy1kXyl9fBE/s320/IMG_0213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583786623370874338" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b5hepvjvrP0/TX2YXibro3I/AAAAAAAAAyw/s7hHkW9xBqI/s320/IMG_0212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583786643156607858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X0gbLA7zqRs/TX2YXeSyCII/AAAAAAAAAyo/CvE3tlRRrPg/s1600/IMG_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X0gbLA7zqRs/TX2YXeSyCII/AAAAAAAAAyo/CvE3tlRRrPg/s320/IMG_0222.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583786642045536386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Gwh89f8NVI/TX2YXBSpt-I/AAAAAAAAAyg/BEAiPbVjms0/s1600/IMG_0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Gwh89f8NVI/TX2YXBSpt-I/AAAAAAAAAyg/BEAiPbVjms0/s320/IMG_0215.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583786634260363234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Our princess is all grown up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;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/1293817178475243107-638254531262805369?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/638254531262805369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=638254531262805369&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/638254531262805369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/638254531262805369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-for-mads.html' title='All for Mad&apos;s'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hi7a93QzqVE/TX2YWrdYi3I/AAAAAAAAAyY/qbI2oC82iRw/s72-c/IMG_0214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-8167548746806069446</id><published>2011-03-03T13:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T13:59:42.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Day Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/-DPTFQLLiHxA/TXAMpE0S67I/AAAAAAAAAxA/Y7_f-hv51wU/s320/IMG_0141-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579973838119300018" /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bYb571Y4C8E/TXAOE-LLhvI/AAAAAAAAAyI/kp1qNDK2yT0/s1600/IMG_0149-1.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/-bYb571Y4C8E/TXAOE-LLhvI/AAAAAAAAAyI/kp1qNDK2yT0/s320/IMG_0149-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579975416884201202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/-9frG355nsM4/TXANMom5SQI/AAAAAAAAAxo/TmiJt6K4Rbk/s320/IMG_0173-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579974449022191874" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-O7vJ_F_N7VI/TXAMqJsAebI/AAAAAAAAAxY/npYprJTcYAk/s320/IMG_0166-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579973856606583218" /&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/-3KSjaK1BpVk/TXAMpq045pI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/BaJdLMD9D4w/s320/IMG_0155-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579973848322336402" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/-xZhcaZlYQ_0/TXANMysB-JI/AAAAAAAAAxw/B0b77hPOOZg/s320/IMG_0183-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579974451728087186" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It took some convincing but i finally got him to go a little crazy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g-SHePcDHvk/TXANNEF8G2I/AAAAAAAAAx4/LHTx3AqiQf8/s320/IMG_0186-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579974456400157538" /&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/-tEdKUcuKxI4/TXAMqV_Hx9I/AAAAAAAAAxg/tJRaK_-tU50/s320/IMG_0187-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579973859907979218" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He wouldnt do the famous pose.. party pooper!&lt;/div&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/-fSEgiCPS3PM/TXAMpZP4enI/AAAAAAAAAxI/cTPH2pxLjWg/s320/IMG_0148-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579973843603716722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;San Diego&lt;/div&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/-y_fnp2F5_Z0/TXAOEjHI5gI/AAAAAAAAAyA/tkRtPoyFmNM/s320/IMG_0145-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579975409619494402" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;At the end of the day... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;We are all that matter! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1293817178475243107-8167548746806069446?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/8167548746806069446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=8167548746806069446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/8167548746806069446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/8167548746806069446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2011/03/love-day-pictures.html' title='Love Day Pictures'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-DPTFQLLiHxA/TXAMpE0S67I/AAAAAAAAAxA/Y7_f-hv51wU/s72-c/IMG_0141-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-7870509366853474122</id><published>2011-02-15T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:04:04.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love - Its a special day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love - It a special day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We should celebrate and appreciate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you and me found somthing pretty neat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I know some say this day is arbitraty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But its a good excuse, put our love to use&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, I know what to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Baby, I will love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll love you. I'll love you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love- i dont need those things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont need no ring&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dont need anything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But you with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;'cause in your company&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel happy, oh so happy and complete....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So wont you be my honey bee?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gving me sweet kisses all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Be mine, be my Valentine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ohhh, Oh woah. Be my Valentine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Kina Grannis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;February 13th, 2011: Happy National Mistress Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10:30 am: Me and my lovely guy headed toward San Diego for the day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When we arrived we were starving and had a quick bite to eat at Subway (my favorite). Our first love day activity was giong out onto the harbor and ride around on a speed boat. It was adorable. It was a 2 person speedboat- very romantic. He loves to drive boats. He made me scream out a few times - he was going really fast and hitting huge waves - but i trusted him completely (the life vest also was nice). He had the biggest smile on his face the entire time - and that put a smile on mine. Towards the end - he asked me if i wanted to drive. I wasnt too sure about this idea. Im a bad driver on the roads - imagine on sea. Freaky! In the end i did drive a little (only while docking which means i could only go 5 miles an hr). He did a great job at teaching me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3:00 pm: We had planned to go to the San Diego Safari Zoo. I was so excited. Unfortunately, we found out that they closed at 5 so it was too late to go. We ended up going to a Navy Museum. We walked around and looked at the aircrafts. He knew alot about the planes and was a great tour guide. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dinner time came around and we headed to gas lamp district. Well, this is where he thought the restaurant was (it was actually in old town san diego). We (now in Old Town) walked around saw the little stores and had a very romantic dinner at this mexican restaurant - outdoors, fire pit, candlelight lighting - AMAZING!. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;8:00 pm: We headed home. Exhausted. We walked into his apartment and his rommate had prepaired a little something for us. He had 2 bottles of wine, had the fire going, and the grammys on the tv. It was perfect. We had a few glasses, laughed, smiled, and watched the grammys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Time for Vday presents came. He walked up behind me and gave me the biggest hug as he handed me a awkardly shaped present. I was so excited. Then when i actually looked at the present i noticed it was wrapped in red chirstmas paper with little green christmas trees all over it. I started laughing. "Christmas paper, babe. Really?" I said. "Hey, its red isnt it?" He replied. Wow, isnt he romantic ;)  On my attempt to open it I noticed that he literally rolled my present in the paper.  It had a minimum of 4-5 layers of paper. When i finally did get it open - it was chocolate. A huge bar of Toblerone candy &amp;amp;  big box of Ferrero chocolate. And i mean they are cosco size. I didnt plan anything big to give him. I just got him cheezy red boxers with cheetah hearts on them as a silly gift. I knew he would never wear them but i thought they were cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The next morning I was woken up with a nice cup of coffee and him saying "good morning, valentine." Once i left his place I went out to my car just to find that he had placed a single pink and white rose in there. It meant alot because he said he doesnt believe in buying flowers because they just die and a waste of money. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sweetest day ever! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;post pictures later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293817178475243107-7870509366853474122?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/7870509366853474122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=7870509366853474122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/7870509366853474122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/7870509366853474122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-its-special-day.html' title='Love - Its a special day!'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-7517752628118545127</id><published>2011-02-01T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T17:54:17.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Dead End" sign on the road to happiness..</title><content type='html'>Boy,  has this weekend been tough on Muz and I.  He talked to his parents (who are in India) on friday night, as usual, and they informed him that they are tearing down the building that they live in a year from now.  They are building a 30 story apartment complex, which will take 2-3 yrs to complete.  This pretty much means "get out."  I talked to Muz on Saturday morning and could sence something was bothering him.  He finally told me his parents situation and that he was worried.  His parents are elderly (dad- 72, mom- 68). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday came around (our day together)&lt;br /&gt;I was suppost to show up at his place around 4pm. He kept calling me and calling me to come as early as possible - that he wanted to spend the day with me.  I unfortunatly didnt get there til around 6.   When I got to his place, i turned on the tv, as usual (they have apple tv.. amazing!)  He then asked me to join him in his bedroom ("Um, okay".. was my tought).  His roomate wasnt home so i didnt understand why we couldnt chat in the living room.  I immediately got a horrible gut feeling, that something was wrong.  He then closed the door, behind him and just hugged me so hard and wouldnt let go.  He then sat me down on the bed (he was kneeling by my feet)  and just hugged me so tight... All i kept saying "Whats wrong" "honey your scaring me" "what is it".  He just kept shaking his head, and wouldnt say anything.  He finally asked "where do you see us going?"  I didnt know how to answer this.   I hadnt thought it threw.. i was just going with the flow and see where we end up.  He then told me that he has decided that he is moving back to India in a year to help his parents during there last years.  At that very second water works began. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What now?" "What does this mean?" " What about us?" "When are you coming back?"  So many question just kept popping up in my head.  He told me that this is permanent, and if he does come back it wont be for another 10yrs or so.  For us- it means we need to end our relationship.  I was heart broken.  I couldnt talk.  This was extremely hard.  It is different when you are breaking up with someone that doesnt have feelings for you, have problems in the relationship.  For us,  we have none of that.  We love/care about eachother so much.  We enjoy just talking and being with eachother.   He is the 1st personal i call or txt when something happens.  I keep absolutely nothing from him.  We layed in bed, in eachothers arms, and talked for hours.  Trying to make sence of it all.  I suggested: Skype, email, weekly phone calls, facebook, something... anything.  He told me "NO".  That type of life is not what we are destined.  He said a phrase that just stuck in my head "If we do this, it will be like you are with a dead husband.  I want to see you happy."  He will be on the other side of the world - where night is day and day is night.  I even considered moving to India with him.  But, we both know that this is unrealistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conclusion:  We go back to casual dating eachother,  we date other people if we choose (we just cant tell eachother - it will be too painful),  we still talk on the phone as usual, we will always be eachothers main support group - in other works - i got myself a new best friend.  Our goal is to be able to say goodbye at the airport with good spirits, a smile,  and wish eachother well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far... we are eachothers biggest support group.  We call/txt eachother for a little picker upper when we feel down.  Its working so far :)  i kmow for a fact we will be ok. as long as we have eachother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293817178475243107-7517752628118545127?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/7517752628118545127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=7517752628118545127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/7517752628118545127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/7517752628118545127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2011/02/dead-end-sign-on-road-to-happiness.html' title='A &quot;Dead End&quot; sign on the road to happiness..'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-5682179420637246606</id><published>2011-01-22T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T15:44:30.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The man is 30!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566633088245231858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/TUCnTOvK8PI/AAAAAAAAAwk/FM-cDw-kA80/s320/DSC00065.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nope, that wasnt a typo. He really is the BIG 3-0! Ahhh! My boyfriend is an old old man. Muz turned 30 on Friday and he wanted to end his 20's with a bang and boy did he. He was overwhelmed with excitement. On Thursday the party began for him. His work project went "live," on monday, and the company he works for was celebrating (it was a few month's long project). The company had a dinner &amp;amp; drinks all set up for all the employees/managers. He works with ALL guys and 2 poor poor girls (being around so much testosterone-- wouldnt u feel bad for these girls too? HA!). All of the guys decided that they were gonna go out and celebrate Muz's Bday, and boy did they go crazy. Muz kept calling/texting me every hour just to let me know how happy and how much fun he was having with his coworkers---I was out in Hermosa Beach having dinner with 3 girlfriends (Chantelle, Sodani, and Lindsay) at the time. We were celebrating the fact that Linds is expecting a little boy in June. After dinner Chantelle, Sodani, and I decided to hit a couple of bars (especially our favorite one). The Shore is by far the funnest place to go. It has an amazing live band, its a little cozy place - that is just a blast. We always know its gonna be a good night when the doorman escorts us to the best bartender ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The BEST part of the entire night was at midnigt. I txt him "Happy birthday" (well i said more but thats pretty much what it was about). and he txt me back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"love u".&lt;br /&gt;Say what? &lt;-- was my reaction. &lt;/span&gt;At that moment, all my concerns about our relationship (and theres quite a few) just didnt seemed to matter. It was a great night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566632407028545890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/TUCmrlAdOWI/AAAAAAAAAwM/72Z7MLduq5Q/s320/DSC00039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Hermosa Beach @ The Shore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my day to celebrate with my guy. I was determined to get down to hunington beach by 4- we had panned to watch the sunset (we have never been able to do that). Well it takes me an hour just to drive there so i knew i had to hussle and be out the door by 3. Yea, didnt happen. I did get to watch the last few secounds of the sunset - in my car - while at a red light. When i arrived, at his place, it was time for presents.&lt;br /&gt;I got him 3 things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a fossil wallet, an aero shirt, and quicksilver flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was certain that he wouldnt like the wallet and shirt.. hes just so picky. but the flip flops are so comfy that i knew he would die. Well, he loved all 3. Yay! Im excited because i got the aero shirt for 9 buck, the wallet i had left over from months ago (i got it for my best friend but forgot to give it to him), and i used a "COUPON" for the flip flops (Im sure my sister would love the coupon part - i hate coupons). We celebrated his birthday at his favorite mexican restaurant "Marios." Of course, i had to get the restaurant people to sing to him... Oh and did he HATE me for it. He tried to get out of it by telling me that it would mean more to him if i was the one that sang "Happy Birthday" to him - - yea, sorry. Its funner when a crowd of people walk up to the table and sing (just ask renae - she had to wear a gigantic fish hat when we celebrated her bday). After dinner we headed back and watched a really boring movie. He passed out on my lap, it was so cute, and i wasnt too far behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566632415150481138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/TUCmsDQ4HvI/AAAAAAAAAwU/WOMOWTcI6W8/s320/DSC00067.jpg" /&gt;(enjoying his birthday treat- he hates any type of fruit - so i got the cherry. Win! Win! in my book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566632419054476290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/TUCmsRzqXAI/AAAAAAAAAwc/RvYydnk5Nb4/s320/MOV00062_000000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(While they were singing to him. you can tell hes gonna kill me. HA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566634380776449330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/TUCoedyoJTI/AAAAAAAAAws/2Rb8lWr-gco/s320/MOV00062_000604.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(The fun restaurant people singing "happy birthday Panchito") &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293817178475243107-5682179420637246606?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/5682179420637246606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=5682179420637246606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/5682179420637246606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/5682179420637246606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2011/01/man-is-30.html' title='The man is 30!'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/TUCnTOvK8PI/AAAAAAAAAwk/FM-cDw-kA80/s72-c/DSC00065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-2650785878664432911</id><published>2010-12-06T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T22:16:27.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muzzie &amp; I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/TP3OCrEvTQI/AAAAAAAAAwA/HscTPxAR0Go/s1600/IMG_5004.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/TP3OCrEvTQI/AAAAAAAAAwA/HscTPxAR0Go/s320/IMG_5004.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547816861307981058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wine Tasting in Santa Barbara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(Dont tell him i posted this pic... he isnt too fond of it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is my lovely guy.  His name is Hormuzd but goes by Muz.  We met one lovely evening when i was down in Hunington beach (which is where he lives).  We hit it right off.  The 1st night we met we took a nighty walk on the beach, talked, and sat on one of the lifeguard towers and had our 1st kiss.  Super sweet!  We met on a random, hot, July wednesday and had our 1st official date on that sunday and we've been seeing each other ever since. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little about him:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I call him Muzzie. Hes 29.  Almost 30 (in january).  He has his masters in computer science.  He works by disneyland but lives in hunington beach (which is about 30-45 min away).  He lives an hour away from me - 55 miles... SUCKS!!!  he lives for beach volleyball (its HARD to get him away from it on the weekends!!!).  He is from India (my family thinks this is funny because it reminds them of the quik-e-mart guy from the simpsons).  His NFL team is the Chargers (and i'll cheer for whom ever there playing against - just to tick him off). He says he prefers me without makeup -  i think otherwise.  He always notices when i have changed something(ex: my finger nail polish - he always points it out). Makes my favorite Indian dish for me all the time.. MMMM!!!! We cant go to bed without saying "goodnight" to eachother. I love that part :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293817178475243107-2650785878664432911?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/2650785878664432911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=2650785878664432911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/2650785878664432911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/2650785878664432911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2010/12/muzzie-i.html' title='Muzzie &amp; I'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/TP3OCrEvTQI/AAAAAAAAAwA/HscTPxAR0Go/s72-c/IMG_5004.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-1798782752892100332</id><published>2010-07-06T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T02:46:33.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Catching Up to Do</title><content type='html'>I havnt had time to catch up on here.  So lets do a quicky...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to San Diego for the 1st time a few weeks ago with Jen, Mondo, and Josh.  We left friday.  Headed down.  It was such a LONG drive (mostly because of traffic) and we kept driving passed closed chick-fil-a's i was so sad.  I kept saying.. "Mmmm.. chick fil a" and all my friends would say was "whats that?!" Oh, my friends are so deprived!!! I miss chick fil a so much.  Once we arrived we checked into the hotel, but not before planning on how to sneak in past the front dest (we only paid for 2 people to stay in the room).  Well me and mondo were trying to be TOO sneaky that we ended up getting lost in the hotel as we tried to find our room.  So im sure it was pretty obvious what we were doing.  We got into our room and started to get ready for a night out.   We went to universal street (i think thats what its called) and did a little bar hopping.  SO much fun!  It was so refreshing just to spend time with the boys and jen.  Once we got back to the hotel, mondo and i were craving tacos and the sweetheart went out and got us some :)  The next day we had no idea what to do.  I just wanted to see the city, since it was my 1st time there.  We went to the beach for a little bit but it was FREEZING! then we headed to the SD fair.  Which was packed. and the food looked delish!  We got our tickets and went on into the fair... tried to get cash out of the ATM and NONE of our cards would work.  We all kept getting declined.  What?! We were broke.  All of us put together had $40 on us, and that was gas money.  SO we had to cut our trip short and headed back to LA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started dating a new fellow, Matthew.  We met a few weeks ago.  Once we got to know eachother we realized that his mom is one of my bosses... akward!  But yes,  his mom is my nurse supervisor.  He is actually  in Las Vegas Lake right now.  He donated his kidney to his boss about 2 weeks ago and his boss has payed for him to go to LV all expense paid.  and hes going to Mexico in about a week... LUCKY!!!!! I should donate my kidney and see what i get ;) jk.  He and his boss have such an amazing bond.. he says that he would of done it in a heart beat again.  So lets see how this new interest goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th of july.  Spent it in Hermosa Beach with Chantelle,  Andalyn, Karrianne, Keisha,  Kristen, and Olivia. It was SO much fun!  We layed out in the beach all day and then enjoyed the fireworks over the ocean... so pretty! I think the thing that sticks out the most is when we were all talking about marriage and Karri ask "between all of us, which one do you guys will be married first" and everyone said "SIO!! or Andalyn... but SIO"  I guess im just wifey material :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293817178475243107-1798782752892100332?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/1798782752892100332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=1798782752892100332&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/1798782752892100332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/1798782752892100332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-catching-up-to-do.html' title='A Little Catching Up to Do'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-863152121187282839</id><published>2010-06-08T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T04:43:01.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh,  another year!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Yup, Im 24 now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Depressing i know.  So there is no better way to celebrate my birthday than going to &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Vegas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We left L.A. on Friday May 28th, early in the morning.  and i mean.. i walked out of work and went straight to vegas.  It was horrible.  I was dead tired!  I couldnt sleep on the car ride (mostly because my friend is a crazy driver and i was all over the back seat).  Thanks to benadryl i finally passed out for a few hours.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;As soon as we arrived we headed straight to our amazing room.  We stayed at the "TRUMP."  and gorgeous it was!!!  2 bedroom suit,  3 bathrooms, 2 kitchens.  It was a dream!  The moment we got there we headed to "tao beach."  BUT not before a lil drama occured.  As we were heading to tao i noticed that my ID was missing.. AAAHHH!!!!! And everyone knows that "NO ID, MIGHT AS WELL GO HOME!"  I freaked out.  My entire weekend was over at that moment.  I was ready to book a flight and go home.  Jen &amp;amp; I went mad crazy in the hotel looking for it.  On our way downstairs we found 2 maids working.  We asked them if they had found an ID - they denied.  We continued... after about 30 min of non stop search we gave up and were headed back to the room then we see my guardian angel!  One of the maids was holding up my ID when we walked out of the elevator.  I WENT CRAZY! a huge relief.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We headed to tao beach, where our friends were already at.  We had sushi for dinner. and went to XS club that night.  Well Kerriann and Chantelle werent feeling so well at XS so we left early and were in bed by 1am.  BUT being a nurse and all i had to take care of my girls.  I had an IV kit with me just incase anyone got sick from drinking so much.  Kerri was the lucky gal that got IV'ed and got fluids.  RN to the rescue! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Day 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We went to the Wynn to lay out at the pool.  We met the guys there.  Did i forget to mention that my ex was in vegas too.  Well he was.  Akward?  Yeah, just a tad.  But we handled being around each other very well.  Kwasi (my ex)  was there with a bunch of lawyer (so i made lots of lovely look ups for mal-practice... just in case i need it).  It was one of the guys birthday on May 30th too so we were having a duo-bdays celebration.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-33.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2594073385400676659&amp;amp;site=widget-33.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That night we got all dressed up and tried to go to a club.  Well it was literally IMPOSSIBLE!!!  It was crowded! and it was absolutely a complete headache.  We tried to get into a club.. until we saw that it was $20 for girls, and $200 for guys.  WHAT?! What guy would pay 200 to get in a club?! So we hung around in the guys room.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-88.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2594073385400677000&amp;amp;site=widget-88.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday, BIRTHDAY MORNING!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I woke up to the most amazing birthday morning... A video of my niece and nephew singing me happy birthday.  It just drew me to tears.  All the girls were in the room with me when i opened it and they all started singing to me.  I could not stop crying.  At that moment i was ready to ditch vegas and go see my family.  It was really hard not being with my loved ones on my birthday, but chantelle and jen tried to make me happy.  They went out and bought me the sweetest presents to remember the trip.  I love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We headed to Tao beach once again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We met a guy that was completely in love with chantelle.  Anything she wanted she got.  It was crazy how much he spent on us.  When i got a glimpse of the bill at tao.. $500 buckos. OUCH!  Now, the scary thing was that he lives  5 min away from me.   We had mexican food for dinner and got ready for a night out at tao club.  The club was AMAZING. So much fun!  I even met my future vegas husband... sorry sister your future brother in law is a bouncer at tao.    Greg (thats his name) hit it off and exchanged numbers :)   The girls and i all left tao and hit the strip and just walked around.. a fantastic night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-dd.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2882303761552369373&amp;amp;site=widget-dd.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Monday was another story.  The drive to vegas is normally 4hrs.  SInce it was a holiday weekend it took us 9hrs.. HORRIBLE TRAFFIC!!!!! Never again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293817178475243107-863152121187282839?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/863152121187282839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=863152121187282839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/863152121187282839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/863152121187282839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-another-year.html' title='Oh,  another year!'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-3338753820852282731</id><published>2010-04-27T23:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T00:29:47.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Priceless Gem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S9fgQ_lUAJI/AAAAAAAAAvw/EceVQ9c2Saw/s1600/IMG_0297.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/_mUog4VBF8VI/S9fgQ_lUAJI/AAAAAAAAAvw/EceVQ9c2Saw/s320/IMG_0297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465083255387848850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everyone is as lucky as i am.  I have one very amazing person in my life.. this person is my sister.  Her and I have been best friends since the day i was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S9ffmuAN4EI/AAAAAAAAAvo/ORW6BOcmlCI/s320/IMG_3504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465082529114349634" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; She is the ONLY person i will ever trust 100%.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S9fa3VAt31I/AAAAAAAAAvg/reAgCRih5So/s1600/PICT0380.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/_mUog4VBF8VI/S9fa3VAt31I/AAAAAAAAAvg/reAgCRih5So/s320/PICT0380.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465077316905197394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She makes me love, laugh, and want to be a better person! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S9fa2XSzR6I/AAAAAAAAAvY/0pdyqHkMyCQ/s1600/PICT0379.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S9fa2XSzR6I/AAAAAAAAAvY/0pdyqHkMyCQ/s320/PICT0379.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465077300338050978" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;text-decoration: underline; "&gt;She is my SUNSHINE on a cloudy day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Claudy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I love you always and forever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Thank you for being such an amazing sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana, serif;color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I think i'll keep you around for another 28 years :) &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293817178475243107-3338753820852282731?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/3338753820852282731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=3338753820852282731&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/3338753820852282731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/3338753820852282731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2010/04/heart-of-gold.html' title='My Priceless Gem'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S9fgQ_lUAJI/AAAAAAAAAvw/EceVQ9c2Saw/s72-c/IMG_0297.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-5883490260627301286</id><published>2010-04-24T14:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T16:10:12.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Blondie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 339px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S9Nm8uocb0I/AAAAAAAAAuI/_up1t9UsHRY/s400/101_1877.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463823966426394434" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Thats right.. i have turned into a blonde (but only for the summer).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Lets discuss how this lovely transformation began in the 1st place.. shall we?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I have this weird thing about me that i DO NOT like it when people i know get or have the same haircut or color as me.  It just bothers me so much!  To the p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;oint that it drives me crazy trying to find a new hairstyle.   Well,  one of my c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;oworkers got the exact same haircut and color as me.. and it has been driving me nuts ever since.  SO i made it my mission to find something different.  I had two things in mind (1) go black and get extensions (like a kardashian) (2) go blonde (like beyonce).  Half my friends said blonde and the other said black.  They are no help! :)  My friend, Andalyn, made a good point thought that turned me towards the blonde.  She said.. "its summer!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Ever since i have made up my mind about going lighter... it was now the challenge about finding what shade of blonde.   Well, after much searching.  I was ready to make an appointment and get it done.  Well, last minute i chickened out and cancelled.   3 days later... attempt #2.  Got it done!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;NOW,  your probably thinking that this pic is the ending product... right?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;WRONG!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;My hair was WAY blonder than this.  The lady  took my blonde idea and times it by 10.  I never thought that my hair could go so blonde.  It looked extremely dry.. i hated it!  Well, thank goodness that i know someone that knows about hair and put in a darker blonde and it looks so much healthier.  and WALLA! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Now i have 5 different colors in my hair:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;1- my natural dark brown hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;2- burgundy color that i had put in a lil while ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;3- this gorgeous light golden brown color highlights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;4- a few blonde blonde highlights (i didnt want to get ride of all of them)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;5- the darker blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S9N4503fbPI/AAAAAAAAAvI/iX3PtvmG4fQ/s400/blondie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463843707769810162" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;it looks much lighter in the sunlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S9N517A9kHI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/EXdSuXRYnDY/s320/IMG_0282.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463844740212297842" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);  font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Now lets find out if that saying is correct:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;DO BLONDES REALLY HAVE MORE FUN?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'lucida grande', serif;color:#FFFF33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293817178475243107-5883490260627301286?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/5883490260627301286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=5883490260627301286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/5883490260627301286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/5883490260627301286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-blondie.html' title='Oh Blondie!'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S9Nm8uocb0I/AAAAAAAAAuI/_up1t9UsHRY/s72-c/101_1877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-1441534947064557045</id><published>2010-03-24T02:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T03:31:37.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old and Busted vs New Sweetness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;OLD &amp;amp; BUSTED&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S6neacd7btI/AAAAAAAAAsw/47ToNLjouhU/s320/101_1098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452133369808383698" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S6nebdEnlnI/AAAAAAAAAtA/bMrUz2FIHF8/s320/l_77a020729cf4140d517fad2c2011bcc1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452133387150530162" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AAA is the best! Saved me many many times&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S6nea_NjO-I/AAAAAAAAAs4/CCpTmXgakTs/s320/l_e15658bb28042bd860212d1b96cac71f.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452133379134929890" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This was when my friend, Niesha, locked my keys in my car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Thank goodness Andrew had AAA.  One of the many unforgettable memories in my Corolla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;{This is what im asking for my bday.... AAA!!!}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(255, 102, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;About 3 weeks ago my lil toyota corolla was broken into.  As i walked out to my car, one saturday morning,  i got this bad feeling.  I didnt know what it was but i knew it couldnt be good.  As i opened my car door i noticed that everything was tossed around inside.  Glove compartment was thrown open and all my papers were all over the dash board was cracked open (because they were trying to get the stereo but were unsuccessful). They did take the stereos face but not the stereo itself.  I tried to figure out why they didnt take the stereo and then realized that they couldnt because that stereo is pretty much GLUED to my car.  Its pretty much unmovable... that stereo aint going no where!  Next step, figure out what else they took.   I noticed that my trunk was left open.  I opened it up and noticed a huge hole... this is where my subwoofer was.  Most people would be so ANGRY because a subwoofer is nothing cheap... but i laughed.   Why?  I blew out my subwoofer about 3 months ago -  it didnt work anymore.  They actually did me a favor.. i have been telling myself to take out the broken/busted subwoofer out of my truck for months.. just too lazy to do it.  Thanks burglers.. you just took one task off my "to do" list.   Well, after all of this excitement.  2 days later my car decided that it no longer wants to run.  The fastest it would go was 10 miles an hr and i went 15 miles/hr it would jerk to the point that it freaked me out.  NOOOO!!!!!!! After the mechanic took a look at it.. it was my transmission. My car was done for :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;NEW SWEETNESS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S6nezDdRHUI/AAAAAAAAAtY/ltjUc0n02iU/s1600/IMG_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S6nezDdRHUI/AAAAAAAAAtY/ltjUc0n02iU/s1600/IMG_0213.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S6nezDdRHUI/AAAAAAAAAtY/ltjUc0n02iU/s400/IMG_0213.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452133792591453506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet my new amigo.  Its an "Isuzu Amigo".  Its  my very 1st stick shift car ever.  Ahhh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S6necZvPboI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/RMXGoWMebLc/s1600/IMG_0212.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S6necZvPboI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/RMXGoWMebLc/s320/IMG_0212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452133403435429506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;being my 1st stick shift car.. means... LEARNING!!! 1 week after i had been driving it.. i broke the clutch.. GRRR!!!! Yup, my curse for car issues hasnt ended just yet.  I was driving home from work, one morning, and noticed that my car had NO power and just didnt want to drive.  My whole thought process was to get the car home no matter what. HA! Didnt happen.  The hospital is 30 min from my house and once i reached the hollywood hills my car would NOT go up them at all.  I knew i was done for and pulled over.  This is why im asking for AAA for my bday.. maybe then my car issues will vanish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;1 week later... got my car back better than ever!  My best friend took me on a ride to show me how to drive properly.  He even let me drive his car (its a stick).. which is a BIG deal.  He doesn't allow anyone (except Josh) to drive his car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Isn't he the best?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I have taken the top down twice.  I LOVE IT!!!! I cant wait for beach trips with my friends and just let my hair blow in the wind.   My best friends love riding in it with the top down.  Its so funny to hear them making plans.  Josh wants tinted windows in the back &amp;amp; a subwoofer.  Chantelle just wants to go to the beach. HA!  The 1st night mondo rode in my car he broke the middle console... ugh, cant take my best friend ANYWHERE!! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;BUT i think the BEST part of my new car is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CCFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;AIR CONDITIONING!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1293817178475243107-1441534947064557045?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/1441534947064557045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=1441534947064557045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/1441534947064557045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/1441534947064557045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2010/03/old-and-busted-vs-new-sweetness.html' title='Old and Busted vs New Sweetness'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S6neacd7btI/AAAAAAAAAsw/47ToNLjouhU/s72-c/101_1098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-8013397495368058295</id><published>2010-02-11T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T04:08:39.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Set. Its Done. Lets DO this!</title><content type='html'>I finally scheduled my NCLEX-RN boards exam. Its sometime next month (march). Im not telling ANYONE when i am taking it because its just more unnessasary anxiety... that i dont want or need. I decided that im going to go to Utah RIGHT after my exam... why? because if i fail i need family support.. and if i pass i couldnt see myself anywhere else but celebrating with my loved ones. It takes 3 days to find out if we pass or fail. I've heard those 3 days are just dreadful! and im sure that if im running around with my niece and nephew i wont even remember about it..SO....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to cram, hit the book, and become a &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;California State Registered Nurse!&lt;/span&gt; :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully, this is the last time i sign off as: Siomara, NS and become... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Siomara, RN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293817178475243107-8013397495368058295?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/8013397495368058295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=8013397495368058295&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/8013397495368058295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/8013397495368058295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-set-its-done-lets-do-this.html' title='Its Set. 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Lets DO this!'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-7500601193915834672</id><published>2010-01-18T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T12:06:31.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RN Graduation/Pinning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dPHLPXqJI/AAAAAAAAAo4/uFL9UVMSLss/s400/IMG_1502.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428894860513355922" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dRGb__v3I/AAAAAAAAApY/mCFVnAboTQA/s1600-h/101_1664.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;New Grad, that i am!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I graduated from the nursing program December 20, 2009. A night i will never forget!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Lets start from the beginning of the process, shall we. Planning graduation was a struggle! Mondo and I drove and drove and drove all over the san fernando valley to find the PERFECT location to hold our pinning ceremony. After long hrs we found the perfect location... the funny thing is that we almost didnt go see it because this place is located next to a stripper business. When mondo got the call to go see the banquet hall we were in the car going to go see other banquet halls. I told him that we shouldnt go see it because it would be trashy, but he said "lets just go, what do we have to lose?" Ok, so we went... and FELL in love with it!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dRGb__v3I/AAAAAAAAApY/mCFVnAboTQA/s1600-h/101_1664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dRGb__v3I/AAAAAAAAApY/mCFVnAboTQA/s320/101_1664.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428897046855663474" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dRGK36DJI/AAAAAAAAApQ/_FYIrwhFnuI/s1600-h/101_1658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dRGK36DJI/AAAAAAAAApQ/_FYIrwhFnuI/s320/101_1658.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428897042258332818" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dRFv9yAUI/AAAAAAAAApI/DnV4dFf0J9E/s1600-h/101_1656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dRFv9yAUI/AAAAAAAAApI/DnV4dFf0J9E/s320/101_1656.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428897035035214146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dRFeeajzI/AAAAAAAAApA/smJl_85FbYg/s320/101_1655.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428897030340251442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;We got to do food tasting for our graduation.. SO good. We were surprised how good it was.  It was authentic food. Some of it was greek, armenian, american.. just every culture you could imagine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dR2E5FvlI/AAAAAAAAApg/46u-5OVZo0Y/s320/101_1651.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428897865286401618" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Graduation day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As soon as you walk in you saw this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dXvDxqFKI/AAAAAAAAArY/Z0aiBZEdqw0/s320/18945_216727316764_585141764_3600088_3083337_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428904341797475490" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was a backboard we had made.  We wanted it seem to like you were walking into a hollywood premier. We had the red carpet set out and had the paparazzi ready to take pictures of all the guests. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After all the guests had arrived the ceremony started.  This is me being called up to get my nursing pin, red rose, and lantern.&lt;/div&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/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dSaUn85FI/AAAAAAAAAqo/xgU_XaPkfxY/s320/101_1684.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428898487984776274" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we received our things I walked over to my sister and had her "PIN" me.  Shes not aware but to a nursing student the person that actually puts the pin on you is a VERY treasured moment.  I wanted her to do it from the very beginning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the students had to say the "nursing oath." It was EXTREMELY LONG!!! We didnt realize it til we got about half way saying it and we all just started busting out laughing. Which was not the smartest idea (especially since its suppost to be a sacred oath).   After the oath.. It immediately hit me that i had just graduated and i started to tear up.  As i hugged all of my classmates it got worse and worse. Everyone just kept telling me "you better stop before you make me cry."  I couldnt help it it was such a proud moment for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dajpi7bFI/AAAAAAAAArg/WZnpJMdr50c/s320/IMG_1502.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428907444312697938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 293px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;^ This picture is right before we said our oath. We had to light up our lanterns (which meant that we were nursing students) then we were asked to blow them out (which signified that we had completed our journey and we were ready to be released into the world as Registered Nurses!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;These are just some pictures of the night: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dTSqP7EgI/AAAAAAAAArI/ixEpLJ7X_wA/s320/101_1677.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428899455862247938" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dTSaqvtDI/AAAAAAAAArA/yIPKb_5nku4/s320/101_1673.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428899451679781938" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 185px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dTSKO9ezI/AAAAAAAAAq4/UEeGmGnp8Ps/s320/101_1672.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428899447268277042" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dTR_6W2pI/AAAAAAAAAqw/9K7KR8WTsp8/s320/101_1671.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428899444497504914" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 142px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dSaAkO3vI/AAAAAAAAAqg/_e0x_zgvnVM/s320/101_1690.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428898482600468210" /&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/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dSZQPxGLI/AAAAAAAAAqY/OymkXPJR6Jg/s320/101_1670.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428898469629728946" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dSY55sxdI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/74bAmM1JbAg/s320/101_1675.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428898463631590866" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dSYkzIo6I/AAAAAAAAAqI/ootFC2EAfq0/s320/101_1669.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428898457966912418" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After we had dinner it was time to get back to business.  We had "funny awards" to give out to our classmates.  We had some funny characters in our class.  Renee was our stressor. She stressed about EVERYTHING!!! It drove all of us nuts.  She received the "stress ulcer" award.   Another great award was Andrew's.  From the VERY 1st class until the very end he had passed every single class with a 75.5% . You do not pass unless you get a 75% in every class.  I loved his speech when he walked to receive his award... "C = RN" ahaha.. a popular saying that hes been holding on to for the past 2 yrs.  And of course.. Eric got class clown. This kid made us laugh so much!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cake cutting with the presidency: &lt;/div&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/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dR3K3z3BI/AAAAAAAAAp4/ekgOn6JMU8A/s320/101_1704.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428897884071517202" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Niesha: Co-President. Armando: Graduation Chair.  Chantelle: Secretary.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cynthia: Fundraising chair. Me: Treasurer. Arvi: Co-President.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dR3QXWLpI/AAAAAAAAAqA/x7FUDOpWewY/s320/101_1702.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428897885545967250" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SO glad my mom and sister could be there to celebrate my day :) Thank you for everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dR2xkSHEI/AAAAAAAAApw/2jaBQTGJZuI/s320/101_1667.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428897877278727234" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;THE CELEBRATION:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was time to party and celebrate our acccomplishment!!! and PARTY we did :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dUm-W9fBI/AAAAAAAAArQ/XzwHc3gPrBM/s1600-h/18945_216596376764_585141764_3599163_4556858_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dUm-W9fBI/AAAAAAAAArQ/XzwHc3gPrBM/s320/18945_216596376764_585141764_3599163_4556858_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428900904369486866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All of the classmates taking patron shots.  By the time i got to the bar... all the patron that we bought (and it was alot) was GONE!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1debtghv1I/AAAAAAAAArw/anjCt8-QE0M/s320/19752_1306541231467_1468620271_30809437_3956597_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428911705983926098" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1ddLKiqz0I/AAAAAAAAAro/n0IP7-ekjys/s320/15360_1275960013980_1079341818_30841201_7434694_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428910322208132930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Were a crazy bunch.. Yes ladies and gentlemen.. your future nurses :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1decPSNFiI/AAAAAAAAAr4/7d49yHDCXXI/s320/20467_103254206366605_100000460781686_83933_6024680_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428911715050657314" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Like i said... Eric is the class clown.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dec_BiGkI/AAAAAAAAAsI/ygOG1re-VXM/s1600-h/20467_103254216366604_100000460781686_83936_1279120_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dec_BiGkI/AAAAAAAAAsI/ygOG1re-VXM/s320/20467_103254216366604_100000460781686_83936_1279120_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428911727865633346" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1decUWMvfI/AAAAAAAAAsA/d1YR7URC6X4/s1600-h/20467_103254209699938_100000460781686_83934_7883360_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1decUWMvfI/AAAAAAAAAsA/d1YR7URC6X4/s320/20467_103254209699938_100000460781686_83934_7883360_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428911716409589234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1decPSNFiI/AAAAAAAAAr4/7d49yHDCXXI/s1600-h/20467_103254206366605_100000460781686_83933_6024680_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1decPSNFiI/AAAAAAAAAr4/7d49yHDCXXI/s1600-h/20467_103254206366605_100000460781686_83933_6024680_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1decPSNFiI/AAAAAAAAAr4/7d49yHDCXXI/s1600-h/20467_103254206366605_100000460781686_83933_6024680_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;BUT in the end.... These past 2 years have been the BEST 2 yrs of my life!!!!!  I've made lifelong friends, and some amazing priceless memories. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF66;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;I wouldn't trade it in for anything in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293817178475243107-7500601193915834672?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/7500601193915834672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=7500601193915834672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/7500601193915834672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/7500601193915834672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2010/01/rn-graduationpinning.html' title='RN Graduation/Pinning'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/S1dPHLPXqJI/AAAAAAAAAo4/uFL9UVMSLss/s72-c/IMG_1502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-4156468814925283242</id><published>2009-12-24T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T22:21:59.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cedars-Sinai 6NW Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My Job had there christmas party on December 19, 09. It was held out in Beverly Hills in a little asian restaurant. The party started at 4pm, but i like to make an entrance and arrived at 8pm. All of my coworkers were laughing, playing games, and having a ball. Everyone complimented on my dress but said i was too dressed up for a hospital christmas party. I had a good excuse, i was going out later. These are some of the pics from that night....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRU3m1kHfI/AAAAAAAAAog/0k3W68-bnk4/s1600-h/21852_1217606280481_1238605921_30691547_3440840_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRU3m1kHfI/AAAAAAAAAog/0k3W68-bnk4/s400/21852_1217606280481_1238605921_30691547_3440840_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419049565928300018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;The crazy girls of 6NW. Now these girls know how to party!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Ana, Valerie, Adela, Nelia, Rudy, and someone who i cant remember there name (whoops)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRU3QTxBiI/AAAAAAAAAoY/7bK1TbIPOYM/s1600-h/21852_1217605600464_1238605921_30691530_5791673_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRU3QTxBiI/AAAAAAAAAoY/7bK1TbIPOYM/s400/21852_1217605600464_1238605921_30691530_5791673_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419049559880959522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Me with my CN IV. In other words.... my boss, Honee. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666600;"&gt;Shes so sweet. Always willing to work with my school schedule. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRU3MY2tfI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/SenpAphCEPU/s1600-h/21852_1217604760443_1238605921_30691510_4241266_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 169px; height: 269px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRU3MY2tfI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/SenpAphCEPU/s400/21852_1217604760443_1238605921_30691510_4241266_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419049558828561906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663333;"&gt;Patrick and crazy Sheela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUoGCwBHI/AAAAAAAAAoI/aCDPPWudolI/s1600-h/21852_1217604360433_1238605921_30691500_1850184_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 309px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUoGCwBHI/AAAAAAAAAoI/aCDPPWudolI/s400/21852_1217604360433_1238605921_30691500_1850184_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419049299427198066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;D was the DJ for the night :) He did a great job! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUn54IGzI/AAAAAAAAAoA/_WdYWMIGFo8/s1600-h/21852_1217603880421_1238605921_30691488_4944373_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUn54IGzI/AAAAAAAAAoA/_WdYWMIGFo8/s400/21852_1217603880421_1238605921_30691488_4944373_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419049296161413938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUnjuZAOI/AAAAAAAAAn4/TsAQq3wzlzQ/s1600-h/21852_1217603480411_1238605921_30691479_7468952_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUnjuZAOI/AAAAAAAAAn4/TsAQq3wzlzQ/s400/21852_1217603480411_1238605921_30691479_7468952_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419049290214998242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUnSTsAwI/AAAAAAAAAnw/fXkvL6lOI3A/s1600-h/21852_1217603080401_1238605921_30691469_5619441_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUnSTsAwI/AAAAAAAAAnw/fXkvL6lOI3A/s400/21852_1217603080401_1238605921_30691469_5619441_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419049285539595010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUm95cexI/AAAAAAAAAno/WHhFVFLulX8/s1600-h/21852_1217602960398_1238605921_30691466_1380470_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUm95cexI/AAAAAAAAAno/WHhFVFLulX8/s400/21852_1217602960398_1238605921_30691466_1380470_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419049280060816146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The 3 bosses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUTSNI6jI/AAAAAAAAAng/eSVfAwx4AT8/s1600-h/21852_1217602360383_1238605921_30691455_2208556_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 398px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUTSNI6jI/AAAAAAAAAng/eSVfAwx4AT8/s400/21852_1217602360383_1238605921_30691455_2208556_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419048941914745394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;HA! Omi makes me laugh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUTF0fwyI/AAAAAAAAAnY/yR8UJEgugwY/s1600-h/21852_1217602240380_1238605921_30691452_2475449_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUTF0fwyI/AAAAAAAAAnY/yR8UJEgugwY/s400/21852_1217602240380_1238605921_30691452_2475449_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419048938590159650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Adela is one of a kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUS65kPbI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Xk39GlgQqNM/s1600-h/21852_1217602160378_1238605921_30691450_7688523_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUS65kPbI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Xk39GlgQqNM/s400/21852_1217602160378_1238605921_30691450_7688523_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419048935658634674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;Awww, My Patty :) Aint he adorable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUSWJ_foI/AAAAAAAAAnI/vqIrDd-8TJE/s1600-h/21852_1217601760368_1238605921_30691440_8073037_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUSWJ_foI/AAAAAAAAAnI/vqIrDd-8TJE/s400/21852_1217601760368_1238605921_30691440_8073037_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419048925795417730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUSKlw17I/AAAAAAAAAnA/ryO0VKcmEwM/s1600-h/21852_1217601720367_1238605921_30691439_5726193_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 398px; height: 319px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUSKlw17I/AAAAAAAAAnA/ryO0VKcmEwM/s400/21852_1217601720367_1238605921_30691439_5726193_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419048922690672562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Jeffer, Omar, and Elson. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999FF;"&gt;Jeffer was actually hitting on me the entire night until he realized that we've met before at Elsons Thanksgiving BBQ then he stopped. AKWARD!!! HA! Jeffer is Elsons friend from nursing school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUEBjcuOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/aQCYPnCsIGU/s1600-h/21852_1217601480361_1238605921_30691433_6293028_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUEBjcuOI/AAAAAAAAAm4/aQCYPnCsIGU/s400/21852_1217601480361_1238605921_30691433_6293028_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419048679746877666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUDoJ2ETI/AAAAAAAAAmw/cza2ESKSIt0/s1600-h/21852_1217601440360_1238605921_30691432_2028458_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUDoJ2ETI/AAAAAAAAAmw/cza2ESKSIt0/s400/21852_1217601440360_1238605921_30691432_2028458_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419048672928600370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUDQvQMvI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ctuvGmeK85s/s1600-h/21852_1217601280356_1238605921_30691428_5991353_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUDQvQMvI/AAAAAAAAAmo/ctuvGmeK85s/s400/21852_1217601280356_1238605921_30691428_5991353_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419048666643051250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;TJ did a amazing lyrical dance. LOVED IT!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 361px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRTrFvAGHI/AAAAAAAAAmA/Yk8Uvo1RxLA/s400/21852_1217600280331_1238605921_30691404_8242549_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419048251372345458" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCCFF;"&gt;Max and i were called up to the dance floor.  Max was given a bandana and told to put it around my eyes.  I was a little uneasy. Especially hearing Maxis evil laugh as he tighed it. Max and I are pretty tight and are always fooling around so i was worried about what was next. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRTr6qR88I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/lQ3vJ33qyJk/s400/21852_1217600720342_1238605921_30691415_1995438_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419048265579623362" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;so my luck. The game was to put lipstick on him. HA! Oh he wasnt too happy. I couldnt stop laughing as i was doing it. The entire time he kept mumbling.. "Woman, Dont mess this up" "Woman, up to high.. go lower." I loved this!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRTrgA8eFI/AAAAAAAAAmI/sn_cZS4fDqM/s400/21852_1217600360333_1238605921_30691406_4395346_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419048258426927186" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUCczB_yI/AAAAAAAAAmY/boEtEuH4E5g/s400/21852_1217600840345_1238605921_30691418_149626_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419048652700253986" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Were a good team. Until we found out that the winner is the person with the messiest lipstick. Boooo!!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRUDHrjeCI/AAAAAAAAAmg/5rOdF2o5-ro/s400/21852_1217600960348_1238605921_30691421_5295898_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419048664211617826" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRTq-GuC2I/AAAAAAAAAl4/-8OCIH7QhI4/s1600-h/21852_1217600120327_1238605921_30691400_8255392_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRTq-GuC2I/AAAAAAAAAl4/-8OCIH7QhI4/s400/21852_1217600120327_1238605921_30691400_8255392_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419048249324342114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My FAVORITE coworkers :) (were missing D)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRTquqW0RI/AAAAAAAAAlw/A97oPRHib9s/s1600-h/21852_1217600080326_1238605921_30691399_5380614_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRTquqW0RI/AAAAAAAAAlw/A97oPRHib9s/s400/21852_1217600080326_1238605921_30691399_5380614_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419048245178847506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRTYGQRVUI/AAAAAAAAAlo/syAwoDkg2CI/s1600-h/21852_1217600000324_1238605921_30691397_1208389_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 313px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRTYGQRVUI/AAAAAAAAAlo/syAwoDkg2CI/s400/21852_1217600000324_1238605921_30691397_1208389_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419047925094372674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jina (My favorite girl) and her boyfriend Sammy (whom loves me because im a USC fan)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRTQWJIypI/AAAAAAAAAlg/KhMs4iUfTHo/s400/21852_1217599960323_1238605921_30691396_4153794_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419047791920466578" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ken (Elsons twin), Omar, and Elson (who was my preceptor for nursing school)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1293817178475243107-4156468814925283242?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/4156468814925283242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=4156468814925283242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/4156468814925283242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/4156468814925283242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2009/12/cedars-sinai-6nw-christmas-party.html' title='Cedars-Sinai 6NW Christmas Party'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SzRU3m1kHfI/AAAAAAAAAog/0k3W68-bnk4/s72-c/21852_1217606280481_1238605921_30691547_3440840_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-2776742507703027177</id><published>2009-11-16T00:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T22:35:56.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ReVive at V-Lounge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SwogoMv6PXI/AAAAAAAAAkM/miuAkJsM09Q/s320/101_1620.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407170177600732530" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman';color:#33CC00;"&gt;^D &amp;amp; I on his special night^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'times new roman', fantasy;color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My coworker, Daryl (or "D" as i call him). Absolutely loves to DJ. He has been doing little gigs around town, mostly at birthday parties &amp;amp; Hollywood hills parties. On November 12, 09 he was booked to DJ at V-Lounge in Santa Monica. He was so stoked when he told me about it. All of our coworkers planned to go and support him.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend, Jen, wasnt getting off work until 10 pm, by the time we arrived at V-Lounge, D had already DJed. I was so dissapointed that i missed his performance. Well we still had fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SwojNk5BgNI/AAAAAAAAAlE/h7bRh4oFkqU/s1600/101_1624.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 273px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SwolXgTSBQI/AAAAAAAAAlM/60UgcE_nCMo/s320/101_1612.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407175388349728002" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new';color:#FF0000;"&gt;Jen, Alfredo, and I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'courier new', fantasy;color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/_mUog4VBF8VI/SwojNNhos5I/AAAAAAAAAk0/4Aj4EKJXJW4/s320/101_1619.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407173012487713682" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Group Shot: Oscar, Me, Manny, Jen, Fredo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SwojNAWcFyI/AAAAAAAAAks/tvFl5ftO76E/s320/101_1618.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407173008951088930" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Oscar &amp;amp; I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SwojMjULN4I/AAAAAAAAAkk/HwipXJl_OC4/s320/101_1615.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407173001156966274" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;My Coworker, Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SwoiEnMJf5I/AAAAAAAAAkc/Pq3BSD20MLU/s320/101_1617.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407171765246459794" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;^Always make friends with the manager of the club^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SwojNk5BgNI/AAAAAAAAAlE/h7bRh4oFkqU/s320/101_1624.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407173018759823570" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3am run to Subway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SwojNdBJVTI/AAAAAAAAAk8/tZpCXW0TAK0/s320/101_1623.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407173016646407474" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/_mUog4VBF8VI/SwohJXShbsI/AAAAAAAAAkU/0bLm4kji7fg/s320/101_1616.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407170747365945026" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With my Jenny Jen :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, after i saw the pictures from this night it was obvious that it was time for a cut &amp;amp; color.  I kept my length put in layers, and put honey &amp;amp; burgundy highlights in. i love it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293817178475243107-2776742507703027177?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/2776742507703027177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=2776742507703027177&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/2776742507703027177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/2776742507703027177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2009/11/revive-at-v-lounge.html' title='ReVive at V-Lounge'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SwogoMv6PXI/AAAAAAAAAkM/miuAkJsM09Q/s72-c/101_1620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-9176784399665615378</id><published>2009-11-10T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T03:02:18.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what can ya do but laugh... an add on!</title><content type='html'>If you read my previous post you know all about my "car issues." well if you recall... at the end of the post i said "whats next?!?" Well it finally happened. I knew it wouldnt take long before this would eventually happen. Well your probably wondering what im taking about....  I ran out of gas! Yup, i sure did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my med-surg final (thursday) I was driving with cynthia to the grocery store.  I saw that my gas was running on low, i knew that there was a gas station right next to the grocery store so i waited until we go there.  About 2 blocks away (on Laurel Cyn) I push the gas and notice that my car just wasnt going. "OH NO!!" I quickly try to get over to the side into a residential area. My car was extremely difficult to manipulate.  Well, Me and cynthia had to puch my car (only a few feet) into a parking spot.  Then we walked to the gas station... how embarassing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.. what can ya do but laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH, FYI a am officially DONE with all of my nursing classes!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am doing my preceptor at Cedars-Sinai with my awesome coworker Elson Suico.  YAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293817178475243107-9176784399665615378?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/9176784399665615378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=9176784399665615378&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/9176784399665615378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/9176784399665615378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-can-ya-do-but-laugh-add-on.html' title='what can ya do but laugh... an add on!'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-8669295359474962227</id><published>2009-10-10T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:14:51.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What can ya do but laugh!</title><content type='html'>Me and my lil Toyota Corolla have been through A LOT in the past 3 months... Shall we begin at the top of the list...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I put in a new subwoofer in my car.  Of course, it decided to stop working.  My car stereo sound like crap without the base. Ugh! so i had to go get that fixed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a sunny, HOT day... i was going to the bank down by my best friends house (which is only about 7 min from my house).  As soon as i pull out of the banks parking lot, i noticed my car was acting funny.  It was tilting towards one side and it wouldnt go very fast.  I could also hear this odd noise, which scared me... i thought it was the engine.  So i pulled over. and sure it was a FLAT TIRE!!! Ugh.  Really? So i tried taking a small road back home.  My trail of though was...  "i dont know how to change a tire so if i make it home i can call someone to come fix it."  Well i made it around the corner from my house and my car just wouldnt go anymore.  I was freaking out!  I called my best friend to come help me.  He was at work, he left work early to come help me.  As soon as he arrived he started laughing "THIS WOULD ONLY HAPPEN TO YOU!" he said.  He was my hero that day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 2 days later.  I took my parents truck to downtown LA to pick up some merchandise for their business.  I stepped out of the truck and did my usual shopping.  When the company was about to load the truck up with merchandise i realized that i couldn't find my keys.  I looked through the window and saw my keys hanging from the ignicion.  Locked out! Great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went to one of my friends, Rashon's bday party.  I went with Jen.  It was about 2:30am.  We were starving.   So me and Jen decided to stop at a 24hr subway.  After, i took Jen home and headed home.  I decided to eat my subway on my way home.  I was driving on the 101 when i noticed a car right on my ass (note: the freeway was completly empty!).  It freaked me out!  My two thoughts: drunk driver or cop.   So i switched lanes (mind you, still eating my sandwich). If it was a drunk driver i wanted to get as far away from that car as possible.  As soon as i switched lanes... BAM! Cop light turn on... yeah, i was getting pulled over "SON OF A B!"  This was my very 1st time getting pulled over, EVER!!  I was freaking out inside.  But more importantly i was couldn't remember if i payed my insurance for that month (in cali they have strict rules about driving without a insurance.. they pretty much take your car away on the spot).  So i get pulled over and they ask me "have you been drinking tonight" i say "no."  They tell me that i was swirving on the fwy.  So they do a sobriety test on me.  They have me do a field test.  So they made me walk in a straight line, check my pupil reaction to light, then send me back to my car.  2 min later they tell me to drive safe. Phew! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My trunk decided to stop opening. Yup, it sure did. Thats still not fixed til this day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was downtown, about 2 wks ago.  If you ever drive there you know how crowded it is.  So traffic was moving and the care in front of me decided to STOP (for no reason), as soon as i saw the car stopping  i slammed on my breaks but i knew that i wasnt going to stop.  All of a sudden everything was in slow motion. Then i hit the car, going about 25mph.  I got out and looked at the damage.... NO DAMAGE ON EITHER CAR! Not even a scratch.. Phew! i was so lucky! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Labor day.  Went to my friends baseball game with Jen &amp;amp; Chantelle.  Chantelle wanted me to drive her car.  As soon as i get on the fwy i noticed i didnt have my license on me.. Crap! Ok, so i was driving fine.. when all of a sudden i notice... yup, getting pulled over... AGAIN! For what?!? My friends windows tint is illegal &amp;amp; she has a plastic cover over her license place (which is also illegal).  Oh great!  I got off lucky.. again. while she got a "fix it" ticket. We laughed so hard. We just couldnt believe what had just happened. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was studying at borders.  When i was heading home.. my car decided that it didnt want to start.  I called chantelle to come boost it.  But instead i got a guy to help me. Well, the next day my car wouldnt start again. Yup, needed a new battery.  Oh man!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, i let my mom borrow my car.  Well, when i noticed... my driver side mirror was broken and was stuck on with duck tape. Really?!? Duck tape?!?!  Oh man... gotta get that fixed now too....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats my car issues... i wonder whats next?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293817178475243107-8669295359474962227?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/8669295359474962227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=8669295359474962227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/8669295359474962227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/8669295359474962227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-can-ya-do-but-laugh.html' title='What can ya do but laugh!'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-8329817021992331966</id><published>2009-08-08T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T03:56:30.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant believe its here already!</title><content type='html'>This week i attended 4th semester workshop.. wow! 4th semester already, where has the time gone?? I cant believe this is my LAST semester of the RN program. Its been a loooong journey.  But its one adventure i will hold very close to my heart.  I have found my best friends in the entire world.  My best friend called us "1", and trully that is the only way to explain our relationship.  Love you Mondo, Chantelle, Joshy, Niesha, and Vanessa. You guys are the BEST!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We graduate December 18, 2009. I have already turned in my petition for graduation!  It was odd for all of us filling out the graduation paperwork but what an amazing feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our graduation ceremony/party is finally coming along. It will be December 21, 09. I cant wait!!! My sister is coming to my graduation.. yay!! Were also having our pinning ceremony at the same time. This is when we are "pinned" with our nursing pin by one of our instructors.. its a BIG deal in nursing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293817178475243107-8329817021992331966?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/8329817021992331966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=8329817021992331966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/8329817021992331966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/8329817021992331966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2009/08/cant-believe-its-here-already.html' title='Cant believe its here already!'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-7634923534390884738</id><published>2009-08-04T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T16:13:27.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Barbara &amp; Wine Country</title><content type='html'>&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/_mUog4VBF8VI/SrgHro220FI/AAAAAAAAAj0/wVPJniFxO54/s320/101E1086.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384061800804700242" /&gt;Sunday, Aug 4. Time: 10:30am. Joshua, Armando, Chantelle, Jennnifer, and I hopped into the Beemer and headed for a one day adventure. This was a complete spir of the moment trip. We arrived around noon-ish. It was absolutely georgeous. As soon as we arrived in SB (santa barbara) we saw a little wine tasting room and decided to give it a try. It was really nice! I am a white wine drinker, not a big fan of the red. It was shocked at how cheap it is to taste 6 different types of wines... $5! what a bargain! Joshy prepaired a little mini summary of our trip.. in the "thick" packet he gave us; it included wine tasting rules... such as: swirl the wine, smell the wine, taste the wine, and dump the wine. Yes, it is proper to just take a small taste of the wine and dump it in a special container. Jen and I were uphold by this... who would dump perfectly good wine? Josh explained that you don't want to get drunk, that way you can hit more wineries. So 3 or the 6 wines were white, i really enjoyed that part (and no, i did not dump the wine). Then the Reds arrived... i took one very small sip and DUMPED! Yuck. Im just not a fan! After all of our wine everyone was a little 'tipsy', except for me.. since i didnt drink the red wine. We then headed to downtown SB, and cruised the blvd and did a quick look at the town. We were all starving so we decided to grab a late lunch at "the fish house." The food and drinks were DELISH! We had a perfect view of the ocean from our table. We were anxious to get to wine country so we hopped into the car and then we were on our way.... 30 min later we arrive at destination B. We stopped at our first winery called "Buttonwood." We got to sample 12 wines. At this winery we are able to roam the grape vines as you sample the wines. It was absolutely gorgeous. They are also known for there famous Peaches and Peach pie. Armando, of course, picked one of the peaches off the tree. They were delish! just perfect. After having a tease, from that one peach, we had to buy a peach pie. Back to the wine tasting... as the attendant pours the wines into our glassed they tell something about the type of wine you are about to taste such as: what special favor should you expect, ex: At first it is fruity but at the end you can taste a bit of cherry." After all the wines we tasted we found out that we get to keep our wine glasses... Wahoo! We were all excited :) I have my very 1st wine glass.&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our 2nd winery... We saw this stunning little white building surrounded by gorgeous green grass. It looked like a secret getaway, hidden in the trees. It was called "Rideau Vineyard." We walked in and started our wine tasting. And we walked out with another lovely wineglass and some colorful beed neckleses. Oh, and Jen bought this very cute mask. I love it! Its so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd winery... We stopped at the famous winery called "Blackjack" or some people might know it as "Sideways" that was featured in the movie "Sideways." Personally, i didnt know what this movie was about so i didnt care much for it. We met some guys from France, that had that sexy accent ;) After we headed to the local casino. Of course i gambled $2, and lost it. Im not a gambler so i didnt feel the need to loose more money. Mondo, on the other hand, won $50, then lost it. We all walked away empty handed. We had dinner at the casino... DELISH! They had everything you can think of. It was a perfect getaway!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SrgHsVHaqvI/AAAAAAAAAkE/EFikzdH_-rs/s1600-h/101_1084.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/_mUog4VBF8VI/SrgHsVHaqvI/AAAAAAAAAkE/EFikzdH_-rs/s320/101_1084.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384061812685318898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;        * Jen and her cute mask&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SrgHsEr7cRI/AAAAAAAAAj8/uH4U_LlFCFw/s1600-h/101_1083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SrgHsEr7cRI/AAAAAAAAAj8/uH4U_LlFCFw/s320/101_1083.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384061808275058962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;With My Boys overlooking Santa Barbara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SrgHrcaj7II/AAAAAAAAAjs/Ex8BmTY1DcE/s1600-h/101_1080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SrgHrcaj7II/AAAAAAAAAjs/Ex8BmTY1DcE/s320/101_1080.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384061797464796290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Josh + Gambling= Bad Combo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SrgG7f4uL-I/AAAAAAAAAjE/yGo0iG5dWMM/s1600-h/101_1076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SrgG7f4uL-I/AAAAAAAAAjE/yGo0iG5dWMM/s320/101_1076.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384060973762883554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;Me and My Bestie... at the casino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SrgG6xjb8ZI/AAAAAAAAAi8/1TBHfS9E79s/s1600-h/101_1070.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/_mUog4VBF8VI/SrgG6xjb8ZI/AAAAAAAAAi8/1TBHfS9E79s/s320/101_1070.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384060961325576594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SrgG6SfKwOI/AAAAAAAAAi0/lcORd73tMNU/s1600-h/101_1068.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/_mUog4VBF8VI/SrgG6SfKwOI/AAAAAAAAAi0/lcORd73tMNU/s320/101_1068.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384060952986173666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;         &lt;/span&gt;At the 1st winery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SrgG6B8FkoI/AAAAAAAAAis/ksnDVDIn5MY/s1600-h/101_1067.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/_mUog4VBF8VI/SrgG6B8FkoI/AAAAAAAAAis/ksnDVDIn5MY/s320/101_1067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384060948544066178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SrgG5hiSx5I/AAAAAAAAAik/l0QbB2bIQ1M/s1600-h/101_1066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SrgG5hiSx5I/AAAAAAAAAik/l0QbB2bIQ1M/s320/101_1066.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384060939845945234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293817178475243107-7634923534390884738?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/7634923534390884738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=7634923534390884738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/7634923534390884738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/7634923534390884738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2009/08/santa-barbara-wine-country.html' title='Santa Barbara &amp; Wine Country'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SrgHro220FI/AAAAAAAAAj0/wVPJniFxO54/s72-c/101E1086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-3556796500678759717</id><published>2009-07-31T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T02:30:13.805-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer 09'/><title type='text'>where to begin?</title><content type='html'>So much has occured this summer. The day after school ended i headed to Utah and spent 2 wonderful weeks with my sister and her family. I absolutely love spending time with them. We took a trip up to Bear Lake, which i love. I havent been up there since i was a little lad. I miss them so much.  I of course go to see my closest friends there too. We had such a blast!  My two besties, in utah, decided to have a little fun with my birthday. Every restaurant that we went to the decided to tell the staff that it was my birthday... and oh did they believe it!  Yes, Renae and Heather got a KICK out of it. lol. i love and miss you girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working my buns off at the hospital. I've been trying to put in as many hrs before school starts. I cant believe that next week 4th semester workshops begin. Wow, where has my summer gone?!? Ive trully have loved working at this hospital. Ive become extremely close with all the staff. We crack jokes all night. The guys like teasing me, which is great because they keep me up all night (yes, i work night shifts). We celebrated Susan's birthday last week. Susan is one of the smartest nurses you will ever meet. She is always willing to help me learn. Patrick, Jina, and I decided to buy her a cake.. but not just any cake... a "PORTOS" cake... Mmmm! Those cakes are too die for. She was so excited. We work with a lot of filipino nurses. It is custom to have the birthday girl buy food for the entire unit... Susan bought everyone Tai food, and we swallowed it whole! Pics to come... there posted on my facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa, one of my closest friends, had a pool party a few weeks ago. It was so much fun! Pics to come.... or you can just look on my facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer's birthday was also a few weeks ago... we celebrated at "barneys beanery" in burbank. then to "Lucys" in NoHo. It so great getting the gang all together. We laughed the entire night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked my best boys into going to "The Melting Pot". We decided to go all out. Its a once in a lifetime experience...especially since it hurt our wallets when the check came. Who knew that dipping food into cheese could be such an adventure! We had a ball! We were all completely stuffed and then dessert came. OH MY GOODNESS!!! There desert platter is to die for!!!!!!! We could not put it down. We probably gained 10 lbs on desert itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else... Oh, i chopped off my hair. Shortest i have ever gone. Everyone LOVES it, but im not so sure how much i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like i said, 4th semester workshops start next week and school starts exactly 1 month from today. Im so anxious to get started! Im ready to begin my last semester of the nursing program... yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293817178475243107-3556796500678759717?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/3556796500678759717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=3556796500678759717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/3556796500678759717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/3556796500678759717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2009/07/where-to-begin.html' title='where to begin?'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-7747980803753993604</id><published>2009-06-13T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T08:16:21.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Th end of 3rd semester...</title><content type='html'>To continue my blogging...&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3rd semester is officially OVER! Hooray.  This was absolutely the toughest semester for me.  I was separated from my best friends &amp;amp; group.  At first this was extremely tough, but in the end it worked out great.  I made some fantastic friends!  This photo is from my Maternity clinical group.  Our instructor, Lynette was absolutely AMAZING!  She made us act completely independent. I have learned so much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SjO1zb2ZTGI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ke0Ero9XLjE/s320/101_0594.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346817077872774242" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Now, unto 4th semester..... I am doing my clinicals at Valley Pres. for Pediatrics and St. Joes for Med-Surg.  Since im on vacation right now (im in utah) I was unable to pick the clinicals that i wanted.. oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;After the final our class had a fundraiser planned at Elephant Bar in Burbank.  My class took over the patio.  We laughed and celebrated the end of the semester. While we were there Fiona (the med-surg instuctor) sent out an email to our class president stating that NOBODY failed. Of course everyone at that moment started cheering. We were all excited for them. We celebrated the night away.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);   white-space: pre; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w216.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w216.photobucket.com/albums/cc91/siocuatete/d30ee29d.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293817178475243107-7747980803753993604?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/7747980803753993604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=7747980803753993604&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/7747980803753993604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/7747980803753993604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2009/06/th-end-of-3rd-semester.html' title='Th end of 3rd semester...'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SjO1zb2ZTGI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ke0Ero9XLjE/s72-c/101_0594.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-5092172757477698957</id><published>2009-06-10T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:46:26.261-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updation..</title><content type='html'>I haven't been keeping up with this blog lately.  Lets just do a quick update...&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hermosa Beach..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kwasi's friend owns condo out by the beach.  It was a FULL house!  We had a blast.. after wards we headed down to the pier and hit a couple of the local places.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-bd.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504629250493&amp;amp;site=widget-bd.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to a LDS dance (out in Glendale) with Andalyn and a few of her friends... they had a bunch of fun activities.. like speed dating ;)  No, i didn't participate.. i was with Kwasi at the time.  It looked like fun.  The theme was "aqua" so everything was blue. In every room they had a projector that made it seem like there were fishes swimming along the walls.  It was really nice. The only thing i didn't like about it was that it reminded me TOO much of my jr. high dances. &lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SjA-oSlEHtI/AAAAAAAAAf4/1-d4C2SYNiU/s320/101_0580.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345841619591765714" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SjA-btYMuQI/AAAAAAAAAfw/pUPMGvgj4pk/s320/101_0579.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345841403447261442" /&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SjA-IlVXlNI/AAAAAAAAAfo/qOt9WC69S0M/s400/101_0578.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345841074870392018" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, your probably wondering why i said "this is when i WAS with Kwasi". Yes, we broke up on May 29th (the day before my birthday).  It sucked but we both knew it was for the best.  We always had a difficult time seeing each other and it always led us to arguing about it.   Were both really busy people, so for now i believe it is best if we just remain friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY 23rd BIRTHDAY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I was now a single gal, my best friend took it upon himself to plan me a fantastic birthday.  On Friday, the 29th Mondo and Josh took me to dinner and to a movie at Everjohns' house. I absolutely LOVED spending time with my boys.  At exactly midnight we were in the car heading home and the boys just start screaming "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HONEY!!!" and my phone started to go off with text messages.  Vanessa was the 1st person to call me and wish me a happy birthday.  She was at "Aura" in studio city.  I ended up meeting her there and we began celebrating my birthday, as we danced the morning away.   Saturday night, May 30th (my actual birthday) My best friend had something planned.. but of course i didnt know what was going on.  They had a delish BBQ planned at Everjohns house.  All of my closest friends were there (well almost all of them).  We had such a great dinner!  After wards we headed to Pasadena to a couple of places and then to West Hollywood. OH, i LOVE west hollywood!!! I had SO SO much fun there!!!! Sorry i dont have any pics from that, Chantelle has them all.  Thank you to my best friends for putting everything together for me in such a short amount of time.. They are the BEST!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-03.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504629250563&amp;amp;site=widget-03.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width:400px;text-align:left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Okay... ill blog more at a later time.. im sick of blogging! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293817178475243107-5092172757477698957?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/5092172757477698957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=5092172757477698957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/5092172757477698957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/5092172757477698957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2009/06/updation.html' title='Updation..'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SjA-oSlEHtI/AAAAAAAAAf4/1-d4C2SYNiU/s72-c/101_0580.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-8307644609066662294</id><published>2009-05-07T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:27:58.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A week to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;On friday we celebrated my Best Friends 27th birthday. Yup, my best is 27! What an old fart. Me and chantelle wanted to do something special for his birthday, especially since we couldnt celebrate it on his actual birthday (april 23rd). I ran around town trying to get everything together. I went and got a cake from his favorite bakery "Portos." I was going to get him the usual cake we always get.. the chocolate raspberry cake..TO DIE FOR! but Joshua told me to buy something different.. so i did. I got a red velvet cake. Well I ran to Sh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;erman Oaks mall to get his birthday present. I got him an engraved white wine glass with his inicials "AJL" and a wooden box to put it in. He absolutely LOVED it!!!! He put his new box on his dresser and put something very special in it. The wine glass is in the living room for everyone to see. Our evening consisted of just the 4 of us (Mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;ndo, Josh, Chantelle, and I) just like we like it! We made salmon, potatoes, and esparigus. It was such a great evening! Sorry no pictures. My camera was dead :( Josh has the only picture of the night.. mondo blowing out the candles. and im sure ill never get a copy of it. Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; Birthday to my Best! I Love You, Honey Kins!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Saturday: I went to a Dodgers game with Niesha. Her uncle got us FREE tickets. Wahoo.. it was alot of fun. We ate and ate and ate some more! but we did have some nasty tasting garlic fries.. yuck! but overall we had a blast!! Thanks NiNi :) LETS GO DODGERS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Monday: I took my first OB exam. I did pretty well! Hooray! Im so glad that i was able to work at Cedars in the L&amp;amp;D department.. it helped me out a lot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Tuesday: I was at Clinicals. I was in the Nursery. Now amazing was that! I learned so much that day. We only had two babies all day so it was quite slow morning. I was able to really get to know one of my classmates really well. We did a complete baby assessment. At the end of the day, it was our mid-evaluation from our clinical instuctor. It pretty much grades us on our performance in the hospital. I got a FANTASTIC evaluation. Lynette (my instuctor) told me that i had the best clinical skill out of everyone in my clinical group.. whoo! She liked how easily i can relate to my patients.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Cinco de Mayo: Yes, we celebrated the 5th of May. We made dinner (enchilladas, rice and beans) and a group of friends over at Mondo and Josh's place. It was fun to have everyone over and just lounge around and eating delish food. Sorry No pics..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Wed: We had our "Drag Queen Bingo" fundraiser. Yes, i said "DRAG QUEEN." It was so much fun! We had our host "the drag" and they had 2 contestants from american idol (i think from season 6) &amp;amp; a known actress (sorry i dont remember her name, but i knew who she was when i saw her... haha) to help host also. It was held at "Hamburger Mary's" in west hollywood. I won once.. YAY! i won a bag with scrubs and lots of medical supplies... yay! except the scrubs are way to big for me..Boooo! It was SO much fun. I cant wait til next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:'Lucida Grande';font-size:9px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-be.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=1152921504629139390&amp;amp;site=widget-be.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/1293817178475243107-8307644609066662294?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/8307644609066662294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=8307644609066662294&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/8307644609066662294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/8307644609066662294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2009/05/week-to-remember.html' title='A week to remember'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-2162710924416773302</id><published>2009-04-22T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:58:29.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nursing's program "Rite of Passage"</title><content type='html'>I just got the most shocking news.  One of my 3rd semester Med-Surg instructors (Wendy) has been hospitalized.  We found out today that she has a tumor in her brain.  This is just awful news but at the same time its frustrating news! Med-Surg was one of the hardest class ever!!  One reason was because of HER!  Her questions were extremely difficult (0n the exam and quizzes).  My med-surg class had to put up with her, and the NEW med-surg class (which include all of my closest friends) dont have to put up with her horrible lectures and terrible exams. NOT FAIR!!! If my class had to slay away for 2 month, I think EVERYONE should! Yes, thats harsh but everyone knows that if you pass 3rd semester Med-Surg than you are guaranteed to pass the nursing program.  Yes, it is the hardest class in the entire program... because of WENDY! Passing that class is the "rite of passage".  I wish her the best and a speedy recovery.  Were going to put something together (as a class) for her.   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update: So we found out that Wendy has a benign tumor. Thats a VERY good thing. It mean it wont spread to other tissues or travel to other organs. So it will be surgically removed this week.  John and I are planning on going to go see her after the surgery.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293817178475243107-2162710924416773302?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/2162710924416773302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=2162710924416773302&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/2162710924416773302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/2162710924416773302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2009/04/nursings-program-rite-of-passage.html' title='The Nursing&apos;s program &quot;Rite of Passage&quot;'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-5291720926891611037</id><published>2009-04-19T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T06:08:55.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The OB days have begun</title><content type='html'>Ive started my lovely Obstetrics class. So far, So good! Its trully is a completely different way of thinking. I was changed from my clinical group, last minute, to Valley Presbetirian. No longer going to UCLA-Santa Monica. Im still extremely mentally exhausted from my Med-Surg class that i am not in the "study mode" for OB yet. As most people know, I want to be a Labor and Delivery nurse. I absolutely fell in love with it when i was a student nurse, last year, at Cedars-Sinai. This class is alot more relaxed, so im glad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kwasi have gone on our 2nd date. He cooked pizza and we watched a movie at his place. We watched "Role Models," which was quite hilarious! We laughed the entire time. Eating the pizza just made me miss my sisters DELISH homemade pizza! I could shirly go for a slice right about NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive started picking up shift at my job, again.  Its been two lovely mothns since ive been to work (due to the overwhelmingly Med-Surg demand).  Its nice being back.  I certainly missed a couple of my coworkers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293817178475243107-5291720926891611037?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/5291720926891611037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=5291720926891611037&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/5291720926891611037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/5291720926891611037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2009/04/ob-days-have-begun.html' title='The OB days have begun'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-3575256178569567327</id><published>2009-04-05T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T16:04:45.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Date Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SdvcBd4thYI/AAAAAAAAAdk/PjX0xnveiCM/s1600-h/101_0499.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 360px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SdvcBd4thYI/AAAAAAAAAdk/PjX0xnveiCM/s400/101_0499.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322089302428845442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a date on friday night with a guy named Kwasi.  I met him last week when I went out with the girls.  He's one of my best friends friends friends (if that makes sense).  When we met we hit it off real well so he asked me out.  We went out to a little restaurant in glendale called "colorado.". We did wine tasting.  It was so interesting to learn about the different types of wines.  I've always wanted to know why they swirl and smell the wine.  Personally, I still don't get it. We had a great conversation and laughed the entire time.  After, we headed back to his place.  His roommate and girlfriend were having a dinner party, that we joined in on. It was so formal!  The food was divine.  Then after dinner we went from sophisticated adults to children.. in a matter of seconds.  Yes, we pulled out the "Rock band."  Thanks to renae and heather I thought i had an advantage :) they taught me how to play.  Well, I did really well on "beginner" guitar, I was mighty proud.  I could show my talent and try the "easy"... HA! Yeah right...my butt what whooped!  I sucked majorly!!  Kwasi did the vocals.  I told him to keep his day job..ha ha!  He's a the president at a college in long beach.  This night was so fun!  I think I might of gone a little overboard with the guitar, because my arms and legs are pretty sore. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293817178475243107-3575256178569567327?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/3575256178569567327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=3575256178569567327&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/3575256178569567327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/3575256178569567327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2009/04/date-night.html' title='Date Night'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/SdvcBd4thYI/AAAAAAAAAdk/PjX0xnveiCM/s72-c/101_0499.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-8162998612510391410</id><published>2009-04-03T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T16:20:35.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Verdict..</title><content type='html'>I passed my Med-Surg Class!!! I am so so excited.  We took the final yesterday morning, i only slept 3 hrs because my anxiety was through the roof.  We had 2 hrs to complete a 85 question exam.  It most defenitely was not enough time.  I had about 10 questions to go when they announced the 15 min mark.  At that point i panicked!  I walked out of the classroom ready to cry. At that moment i knew it was over.  Niesha (one of my bests) was full of tears.  Everyone was freaking out because that exam was so out of our league.  Nobody what kind what was go on.   As soon as i saw Mondo I just wanted him to hug me and tell me that everything was going to be okay.  That's exactly what he did.  He had his final right after mine.  Well, Nieshy and I went to cold stone after wards to treat ourselves'.  Then I went home and passed out for a few hrs.  Around 5 my phone kept ringing. All of my classmates were calling me.  I guess our theory instructors called the 6 people who had failed the class  If you didn't receive a phone call, that was a very good thing! One of them so happened to be one of my dearest friends.  Oh we were all devastated for her.  So we all decided to had a get together at a friends house to support her.  She is such a trooper! She smiled and laughed but you could tell that she was about to fall apart.  Well, now its onto OB. I'm doing my OB clinicals at UCLA-Santa Monica. I'm super excited. i heard they just got a completely new unit so it should be really nice. I CANT WAIT!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As soon as i knew i passed I called Mondo.  He was SO excited. He even told me that he was saying prayers for me to pass.. Awww :)  If you know him at all, you know he doesn't do prayer.  As soon as he said this my eyes started to water.  Knowing that he was saying prayers just made my entire day even better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293817178475243107-8162998612510391410?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/8162998612510391410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=8162998612510391410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/8162998612510391410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/8162998612510391410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2009/04/verdict.html' title='The Verdict..'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1293817178475243107.post-5054910554866201553</id><published>2009-03-28T15:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T16:03:48.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Again..</title><content type='html'>Long story short.. I deleted my old blog. Then i started a new one and realized that it didnt use the same url. So i had to change it all again.  So now im starting from scratch...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School is HECTIC! it is driving me bonkers! I have a busy schedule ahead of me this week. I have a class presentation, finish a hole bunch of paper work, and study for Thursday FINAL! This final will decide if i pass my class or not. And praying SO much that heavenly father will help me with this.   This semester has been such a huge struggle for me.  ONE WEEK!!! just one more week and then i can relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personal life: I dont see much of my best friends anymore. Mostly because i am really caught up in my school work.  The guy i started to date in January, Jon, we really dont talk much anymore. Mostly because he knows that i am dedicated to my school work and i really dont have time to be going out right now.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, was the first time ive seen Chantelle in over two weeks. Which is extremely odd for us.  We planned to go to the beach and study.  It was really nice and relaxing. Ive been wanting to go to the beach for sometime now.  Last night we went out to "Minx" in glendale.  I was going to meet one of my closest friends there, Vanessa.  Me and Vanessa are in the nursing program together. were in the same med surg class.  Well, me and vanessa have a lot on our plate right now so we knew that we werent going to drink and we were just going to have a fun girls night out.  Chantelle on the other hand was a little TOO drunk.  Of course i was the designated driver that took care of us all.  It was so fun!!! I had a blast and it certainly relieved some of my stress.  I did end up meeting a guy there.  He invited me out tonight for one of his friends birthdays but i declined because i have to study study study!!! Well i will post pic from this night later on.. I need Vanessa to send them to me.  I'll blog some more once i have a little more time on my hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me and Mondo (my guy best friend) plan date nights just so that we can see eachother for an hour.  Thursday I went over to his house and we watched Greys Anatomy and ate pizza. It so good seeing him. I miss him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1293817178475243107-5054910554866201553?l=sycuatete.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/feeds/5054910554866201553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1293817178475243107&amp;postID=5054910554866201553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/5054910554866201553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1293817178475243107/posts/default/5054910554866201553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sycuatete.blogspot.com/2009/03/once-again.html' title='Once Again..'/><author><name>Siomara, RN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05649911926749093245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mUog4VBF8VI/So8kBJGaVkI/AAAAAAAAAhk/dXh7hBr3QhA/S220/101_1122.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
