tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102129332024-03-07T09:47:52.945-08:00Real Women Have CurvesTrying to find what feels like home.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.comBlogger332125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10212933.post-75308175575918678152010-03-24T12:05:00.000-07:002010-04-01T17:33:31.910-07:00One more timeWhen I started this blog, many, many years ago it was to track my weight lost attempt. Those of you who have been reading this blog all know how that went. <br /><br />We make plans and try to stick to them, but life always happens. My cousin N is getting married this summer. I am one of three maids of honors. This prompted me to try the whole weight lost thing again. Now I have tried everything from Weight Watchers, to Atkins, to the Zone, to having magnets stuck behind my ears to help "balance my body." They all failed. I now know why. 1) I wasn't ready 2) I was doing it alone. I was one of those people who use to think " how hard is it to lose weight?" you would think as a person who has attempted this many times I would know the answer to this. <br /><br />Every pass weight lost attempt was started for the wrong reason. I was trying to lose weight for other people, instead of for myself. So I would try, see a little result and then quit. Rise and repeat. That's the way it has been for years.<br /><br /> Until recently that is, I have made friends with the most unexpected people. My co-workers, I know you are suppose to be friendly with your co-workers, but here is the thing. I was sure that this group of people did not like me. Funny how things work out. During the last two years we have gotten to know each other, and they have become my core group of friends. No worries besties (aka primos) no one can ever replace you guys.<br /><br /> We are quite a group of misfits, but I know thats why our friendship works. Where one of us is weak the other is strong. We are going to eat clean, meaning no processed foods as well as working out together two times a week. So far we have done really well with the eating, not so much with the working out. We will get there though. Everyone is starting to see results, and I look forward to meeting up with them for breakfast and lunch everyday. <br /><br />Now I have always been a "big" girl, and I know that my body is naturally curvy, but during these last three years I have gain more weight then I am comfortable with. So that's my goal, to loss the weight I put on recently. So while this might have started out as losing weight for the wedding, it is quickly becoming about a lifestyle change for me and no one else. I want to be comfortable in my skin, and yeah looking good at N's wedding is an added bonus.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10212933.post-34563456135644745022009-12-29T20:29:00.000-08:002009-12-29T20:35:05.517-08:00This use to be my playgroundAhh Blogging. <br /><br />I remember when I use to post on here every single day. Sometimes twice in one day. Those were the good ol' days. <br /><br />Then I discovered Myspace (I know, I know), then Facebook, and now Twitter. <br /><br />Yes, that is where I am all of the time. On Twitter. <br /><br />That is the reason why I have not updated my blog. I have been busy tweeting. <br /><br />Sigh. I'm sorry blogger. I'll try to update you more often, but I can't make you any promises.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10212933.post-33830187291880715682009-11-01T22:27:00.000-08:002009-11-02T09:25:58.853-08:00Mistakes I've madeI have made a lot of mistakes in my life, and I'm sure there are still many more to be made. <br /><br /><br />One of the mistakes I regret the most was when I stopped blogging. After that I just stopped. I stopped talking, listening, caring, being, I just stopped. I didn't think anyone would want to read, or care about my grief, depression, bitterness. I mean really who wants to read about that? But there is where my mistake lies.<br /><br /><br />It shouldn't matter who reads it, I needed to talked about it, work through the huge grief I was/ still am going through, just get the thoughts out of my head, no matter how silly they were/are and have them "down on paper". <br /><br /><br />I was so busy being lost in my pain that I didn't take the time to look up and notice everyone else. Mama and Papa's death affected everyone in my family, not just me and instead of drawing closer to my family, I pulled away. I put myself in this little box were everything was "ok" and shut everything and everyone else out.<br /><br /><br />The pain of losing my grandparents was/is the worst pain that I have ever felt ,and I never wanted to feel that way again. So in my great wisdom, I decided it was best to stop caring, to stop loving. If I didn't care or love, then when the next person died or left it won't hurt as much right? <br /><br /><br />I ruined a lot of good relationships during my "not caring" stage. I take full responsibility for that. I cause a lot of damage. Even if that wasn't my intention I still caused damage. Some of the damage I caused is un-fixable, I will have to live with that the rest of my life. Some people no longer trust me or want anything to do with me. I don't blame them, but I will morn the lost of their friendship. <br /><br />I'm hoping that there are still some people who will accept me back into their lives, even if it takes some time for that to be true. I did this and I need to accept my consequences no matter how much they hurt me. <br /><br /><br />I'm not back to being the "old me". Not sure I ever will be, but I feel as if a part of me is returning. I have this need to do all of the talking, listening, sharing I refused to do 3 years ago. I fully realize that do to my own doing, there might not be anyone around who is willing to listen. I might look like a crazy person talking to myself but I feel that as long as I don't answer myself I should be ok. <br /><br />So here we go, I apologize in advance to who ever might come across this blog but there are just something I need to say.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10212933.post-81999182854559847572009-11-01T19:56:00.000-08:002009-11-01T21:25:11.929-08:00I am whatever you say I amI know it's been a while, but there are something I need to say. <br /><br />I think it's time to clear the air. There have been somethings said about me and I think its time to respond. <br /><br />So here we go:<br /><br />You said I was fat and bitter, and you are right I am all of those things and even a few more that you didn't think of. <br /><br />So you called me fat, do you really think that's the first time I have heard that? I mean really? Did you think I didn't know that already? Come on, you can come up with a better insult then that. Guess what, your right I am fat, does it bother me? Sometimes, but then I remember that I'm healthy and if I really wanted to lose the weight I could. At the moment I'm ok with the way I look.<br /><br />As for the bitter part, your right I am bitter. I'm also depressed, but that is expected after you go through what I went through. I lost two grandparents within a six month period. My family is the most important thing to me, so yes when my grandparents died I took it hard and became depressed. Right after my grandfather passed away, I found out that my father has Alzheimer. Not the easiest of news to hear. Then my grandmother died. After that different family members and friend have passed. So yes, I'm bitter and depressed your right I am. I think I have a right to be. I am working my way through grief. It's taking me longer then I or anyone else thought, but it is what it is. I like everyone else have good days and bad days. There are more good then bad, but yes I will complain and whine when I am having a bad day. If that makes me bitter then so be it, I'm bitter. <br /><br />So what if I'm anti-social or a hermit. I don't like to go out to clubs, it's just not my scene. To tell you the truth, I rather read a good book, or go to the movies, or go out to eat, or hang out with my friends and family. Does that mean that I can't or won't go out dancing every once in a while no, but I am a homebody at heart. <br /><br />I do have a small group of friends, your right about that too. I do "know" a lot of people, but there is a very small and select group of people who I consider to be my friends, and to me they are not my friends but my family, and as you know my family is the most important thing to me. So your right I am a "drama queen", and I will always be a "drama queen" when it comes to defending my family. Trust me this is the one area in life were you do not want to mess with me. I will <span style="font-weight:bold;">ALWAYS </span>chose my family over you and everyone else. I will fight with everything I have and then some when it comes to them. Do we fight and say shit we don't mean at times? Yeah we do, what family doesn't? The thing you need to know is this, at the end of the day we will always be there for each other no matter what.<br /><br />I am too nice, again your right. That's just the way I am. Trust me I have tried to be mean, and when it is needed I can be a real bitch. The thing is that it's hard for me to be that way. It's just not in my nature. It's exhausting for me to be that mean. So yes I am too nice. I have always been and most possible will always be that way.<br /><br />So let's see what do we have hmm a fat, bitter, depressed, nice, drama queen. You know what I'm ok with that. All I can be is just me.<br /><br />P.S. Something I just realized. I should have never quit blogging. I didn't know just how much I needed this until right now.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10212933.post-90259084770319951372008-11-21T13:36:00.000-08:002008-11-21T14:11:30.319-08:00Garage Sales and MamiThis summer my aunt introduce my lovely mother to garage sales. At first it was harmless fun. Mami would stop at a garage sale during her Saturday morning errand run. She would pick up one or two things or sometime nothing at all. She would call up my aunts, sister, and other family members and tell them of stuff she found that she thinks they could use/need/want. Pretty soon it became an obsession. Mami was hitting up 3-6 garage sales a day. Still only on Saturday but she spent most of her time garage sale shopping rather then food shopping. Chairs, tables, and artwork among other things started to appear everywhere in our house. When I would ask her about it she would tell me about the deal she got, with such joy that I just couldn't say anything about it to her.<br /><br />As mami started to disappear for longer and longer hours at garage sale and more and more stuff started to appear at our house I started to get concern. So I talked to my dad about it, who just shrugged and said " What can I do chiquito? You know how your mom is." Thanks Papi. <br /><br />My sister on the other hand laughed and told me not to worry that mami was just enjoying some retail therapy. So I let it go. That was until Mami asked me to hustle an older couple for a table. I could not believe that my sweet mother was asking me to hustle this old couple for a table. "Mami" I said. " What? People like you. You can talk them down for me." She said. I tried to reason with her but she would not listen, so I finally had to put my foot down. I would not hustle this older couple for her. She asked me nicely, I told her I wouldn't do it. She beg, I still wasn't going to do it. She threaten to call my father, nope still not doing it mami. Then she pulled out the only card she had left. My grandparents. I am a sucker for my grandparents. <br /><br />In the end mami got her way. Well that's what she thinks at least. I could not do it. I could not hustle this cute little old couple over a table. I payed them the price they were asking for. When I got back home with the prized table mami just assumed that I was able to talk them down. I never corrected her. I did not see a reason why I should. She had her table (which we don't need) and the little old couple got their money (which they do need). So to me it was a win-win. I have never in my life been so excited for winter. It means the end of garage sales for a while, and hopefully by the time summer comes back around I will be able to send mami to garage sale rehab. Now I just have to make sure that I can keep thrift stores a secret.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10212933.post-41074065715143560262008-11-11T08:58:00.000-08:002008-11-11T10:08:14.415-08:00Y no es de aquí porque su nombre no aparece en los archivos, ni es de allá porque se fue.Two weekends ago I was able to go see Barack and Michelle Obama speak in Pueblo, Co. Pueblo is a 2 hr drive from Denver. Maga and Lili also wanted to go. So we packed ourselves into my car and we went on our way.<br /><br />You could feel the excitement in the air. We where excited to see Barack and Michelle speak. We where excited for the then up coming elections. We where excited for the future and the change it held. On our drive down we started looking for cars with Obama stickers who we thought were also going in the same direction as us. <br /><br />During our drive Lili and I where able to talk to Maga about our family, life, religion, politics and of course immigration among other things. Maga shared just a small amount of details of what it was like for her to come to the United States. She shocked Lili and I when she said " It was hard, but I know that it is hard for you guys also." <br /><br />Maga understood that we had our own obstacles to over come. We are the first generation born in the United States. We are children of immigrants, children who really don't belong anywhere. Maga and Lili wanted to know what it had been like for me growing up with two cultures. Even though Lili is going through the same things I went through being her older cousin she wanted advice. <br /><br />So I told her.<br /><br />I told her that some days she would feel like she doesn't belong anywhere and that no one gets her. I told her that to some people we were always going to be too Latin to be American and too American to be Latin. That people where going to tell her that she spoke with an accent. It didn't matter if she spoke in Spanish or English. She would always speak with this so call accent that she could never notice but everyone else could. <br /><br />I told her that balancing two cultures was going to be difficult. Some days it would feel impossible but she would be able to do it. That most days she would feel like she is torn in two. Her American side and her Dominican side. That some people would hold the fact that she is a U.S. citizen against her. That some people would hold the fact that she is Dominican against her. That she would encounter idiots who will judge her, but that at the same time she will encounter people who embrace her. <br /><br />I told her to make peace with the fact that she is not really from here or there. To befriend people who are just like her, juggling two cultures and trying to make sense of it all. <br /><br />I told her that we are lucky. We are lucky because we get to experience the best of both worlds, and to ignore the worst. We are lucky because we speak two languages.We get to experience two cultures. That we can eat mangu and salami for breakfast and McDonalds for dinner and not blink a eye. That we can dance to merengue and switch it hip-hop without missing a beat. That we can speak in Spanglish if we wanted to. That we are now a part of the majority. That we have advantages that our parents and grandparents never had. That most people wish that they where as lucky as we are. That some people die trying to get what we have.That the feeling of being inadequate and not belonging will fade with time. To use her two cultures to her advantage.<br /><br />Three days later Barack Obama a black man, the son of an immigrant became president.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiur1DTcBBadIRaz9CVSRTeWlPhIFsZABmwW4PeO8VKV4XCbcqY81CmlP4zNiWGXB7GxE_CvCDGCEbVH1DGQixUIE41Xpiw0iHN00XATYDR3tnXjjjNgS9FpGDTmO9HdY_QOrKS4A/s1600-h/barack-obama-2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiur1DTcBBadIRaz9CVSRTeWlPhIFsZABmwW4PeO8VKV4XCbcqY81CmlP4zNiWGXB7GxE_CvCDGCEbVH1DGQixUIE41Xpiw0iHN00XATYDR3tnXjjjNgS9FpGDTmO9HdY_QOrKS4A/s320/barack-obama-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267458711526034786" /></a>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10212933.post-51492365814467652542008-09-21T20:49:00.000-07:002008-09-21T21:10:40.801-07:00BenchedTwo weeks after I started my new job, I got injured on the job. Great, so not only am I the new chick, but know I am the new chick who got hurt. <br /><br />To tell you the truth I didn't even know I was hurt until I tried to put weight on my left leg. The first thing that ran through my minds was " hmm, that's a funny feeling". The sad thing is I didn't get hurt doing anything cool or dangerous. So I don't have an amazing story to tell you about my injury. I was simply unjamming the copier.<br /><br />I pulled a tendon in my left knee. I was on crutches up until last week. I had to go to physical therapy and everything. Being on crutches sucked. I had never been on them before and let me tell you they suck. Physical therapy was o.k. I finished that last week as well. My doctor released me back to my regular work duty but I still have a hard time going downstairs but I can go up them. There are a few other things that I still can't do like dance, squat, kneel, but the doc says it will be a few months until I am completely healed. There are some other things that I can do but he rather I don't in case I re-injure myself. So I have been taking it easy. <br /><br />One thing about getting injured is that I saw a new side to people and most of all myself. It has been something. The people I thought would be there to help me and take care of me weren't always there. The people I least expected to care where the first ones to offer to help. Amazing how that works out huh?<br /><br />Anyways, I have to remind myself daily to take it easy. I can no longer go a million miles a minute like I use too. An other thing being injured has done is made me slow down. Which is something that I am not use too. If I try to over due it, I pay for it dearly that night or else the next day. I am getting better at taking things slowly then I was before. One day at a time, until I heal completely after that I can't promise that I won't go back to the old days of running a million miles a minute after all I am from New York.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10212933.post-2375906683941791072008-09-17T14:32:00.000-07:002008-09-17T15:04:29.221-07:00Everyone knows I'm in over my headHi there, how's it going? I know it has been a while since I have posted. I am sorry about that but I just haven't had the time to be honest. My new job takes up ALL of my time. I do like my new job, but there are days when I feel overwhelmed, and then I start to wonder what did I get myself into. I still miss my old job and the people that I use to work with, but I have made new friends at my job and I am getting to know some of the families at the new place. Hmm maybe I should stop calling it the new place? <br /><br />Anyways, for those of you out there in the blogger world who have Blackberry's I have to share something that my cousin recently discovered. I love using Blackberry Messanger. Recently my cousin Karina discovered that you can invite more then one person to a conversation on messanger. Which means that you end up having your own little chat room. Which really comes in handy when you have to tell a few people the same information. We have been using it like crazy and I for one can tell you that I love it. <br /><br />Hmmm what else ooo yeah the boy, things did not go well there. He is some one that I have known for a while now but due to this reason or the other we never got together. Recently we where both single at the same time and I thought what the heck lets give it a try. Well lets just say that things went down hill fast after that. So that means that I am still taking applications...lol. <br /><br />As you can see I been busy making some changes to this little blog. So what do you think? I am trying to recreat my blog roll so if I missed your blog please forgive me and then let me know so I can add you. <br /><br />Hmm, I have other things that I want to share but I will have to post that in a may i recommend post. Oh and we need a new Papi Chulo list right?Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10212933.post-2498132440193918042008-07-30T19:25:00.000-07:002008-07-30T19:58:14.446-07:00They are turning my head out, To see what I’m all aboutSo I wrote this long post about my trip to NY. I included pictures and everything, but I have decided not to post it. I don't know why. Anyways my trip to NY was lovely and much needed. I had such a great time that sometimes I think that its not real, that it did not happen. It has been a while since I have laughed so much. It was so nice to be taken care of for once instead of taking care of everyone else. My aunt is so cute, when we would go out she would tell my cousins to take care of me and make sure not to lose me...lol like I was a 4 yr old kid who did not know how to read a map or speak English and Spanish or own a cell phone...lol. It was cute, because she told them that if they lost me they would have to deal with my grandmother cause I am her favorite...lol. All of the above is not true. I am not my grandmother's favorite, and as you can see they didn't lose me...lol<br /><br />It was nice to see family that I haven't seen in a while and just be able to spend time with them. So many inside jokes have come out of those two weeks that it's not even funny. I was able to visit my cousin in New Jersey and my aunt and uncle in Philly. So in all I had a nice trip. I was even able to see Caro while I was out there, oh man if I thought I missed her before I miss her even more now. We had such a lovely time on the day we where able to hang out. <br /><br />Coming back home was hard, a lot harder then I thought it was going to be. I am glad to be back home but I find myself missing New York and everyone who lives there from time to time. <br /><br />I applied for and got a new job which I start on Friday. It is a bittersweet experience for me. I love the job that I am leaving but do to the funding situation it does not look like it will be around much longer. Which is why I had to look for a new job. I found another great job which I am sure I will love as much as the one I am leaving. It still doesn't make it any easier to leave. I love the people I work with and the same goes for the family we help. I have been there for so long that it is hard to leave them behind. I know that my new job is going to be good for me, its a great opportunity. So I am excited about that. I will let you know how that ends up going. <br /><br />Other wise then that things are good. I have had a good time hanging out with Gabe and Joe my new movie watching buddies. There is another situation involving a boy but I will have to tell you about that at a later time.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10212933.post-79185229633874190702008-06-30T19:21:00.000-07:002008-06-30T19:22:32.987-07:00Leaving on a Jet PlaneI will be in NYC from July 1-13th. I will try to post while I am there if not I will post when I get back. I hope that everyone has a great fourth of July. See You soon.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10212933.post-26626850893536047222008-06-18T23:47:00.001-07:002008-06-19T00:58:08.860-07:00All The Pieces Of Me/ How To Save A LifeThis post is going to be a total mess, so please bare with me. <br /><br />I recently turned twenty seven. The birthday celebrations where good, but I keep going back to something I heard a comedian say a while ago he said that men should only date women under 25. That once a women turns 25 something clicks and all the sudden she is all about getting married and having children. I at the time like everyone else who heard it laughed, but now I find myself thinking about getting married and having kids more, but not just because everyone around me is getting married and having kids. Although I am sure that might have something to do with it. <br /><br />The last few years have been hard for me and my family and I go through phases of being ok and then not being ok. Which everyone tells me is "normal" but here is where I stand at the moment.<br /><br />The other day while taking a shower I had this thought that I need to hurry up and get married and have kids because I only have one set of grandparents left and I really want them to be there at my wedding and I want my kids and future husband to meet them. With all that has been going on I have realized how truly blessed I am. I have a great (crazy but great) family. I have amazing friends, a great boss, a job I like and I want someone to share that with.<br /><br />I want someone to meet my Tio Teo and Tio Geno and see where I get my love of music from. I want someone to meet my mom, aunts, grandmother and Tio Alfredo and see where I get my love of food and cooking from. I want them to meet my older sister and see where I get my love of books and reading from. I want them to meet my father and see where I get my love for people especially children from. I want them to meet my middle sister and see where I get my need to be alone from. I want them to meet Caro, Gabe, Joe, Nat, Kari, Mady, etc and not only see but also meet some of the most important people in my life. I know that is a long list of people to meet but what can I say, I have a large family, which use to drive me crazy to tell you the truth but as I have grown I have learned to love them. So many people, so many personalities and in the end they make me who I am, and I am at the point in life where I want to share them with someone. <br /><br />Not only because I think they are amazing, but because they truly are amazing, and I want my future husband and children to meet them before its too late. They are already going to miss meeting my maternal grandparents, who where some pretty amazing people. I know that we can share picture and stories but its not the same. You would have had to have met my grandfather to understand his love of jokes, which you can see a little of in my sense of humor, and mama who was quiet and strict but loved her garden, dancing and most of all her family. She also had a wicked sense of humor. I got some of those qualities as well especially the love of family. <br /><br />When I share this with people they tell me that I shouldn't be in such a hurry that I am still young and that it will happen soon. At that point a part of me agrees with them and there is a part of me that screams that I am not that young and when will this all happen.<br /><br />I don't want to waste anymore time. If what has happened in the last couple of years has taught me anything is that I don't know how much time I have left with the people who are the most important to me. Papa died with in ten days after we where told he had about 3 months. Mama died six months after that and after mama passed it just seems like we can't go more then three months without someone else in the family or a family friend (who is like family) passing away.<br /><br /> When I was younger I use to think that my grandparents, parents, aunts and uncles will live forever. I now know that is not true. I didn't count on an illness that would slowly steal my father away from me, or losing two grandparents in a year. I didn't count on my brother-in-law getting sick and his need for a transplant and my sister being a perfect match and donating her kidney to him. The day of their operation was one of the hardest day of my life, being so far away and knowing that I couldn't be there.<br /><br />All that life throws at you, all that we have been through and still have to go through. For example right now I can see that one of my cousin's who I love more then anything, is going through something. She is in pain and there is nothing I can do. "You cant save everyone Karla, no matter how hard you try" is what my friend said to me recently when I was explaining the situation to her. " You cant save everyone". That was so hard to hear.I come from a family where we "save" each other all the time. There are so many of us that there is always someone that you can call who will help you out. So it was so hard for me to hear that I couldn't save her. I know I cant save everyone and I don't want to save everyone but I want to save her, I want her to know that she is not alone that she is worth saving, that there are people who love her. I know she has to go through most of this alone but I want her to know that there are people there who not only love her but want to help her. I know that a part of her knows this already it just that the whole situation is so frustrating.<br /><br />Sometimes I wish that life came with a remote control where you could rewind and fast forward. I don't usually regret things (something I also got from my grandparents) I was taught to be thankful for what you go through because in the end it makes you a better person, and I truly believe that but there are a few moments where I wish I could rewind, redo and sometimes fast forward. I want to see if I, if we come out alright on the other side.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10212933.post-45220623887494886582008-06-03T14:02:00.001-07:002008-06-03T14:46:30.724-07:00So You Take A Picture Of Something You SeeI am sorry that I am posting this so late but here it is. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8oDPMePbMbzqTV_Lc1d2slBYjPxgvToBze1E45qyNIpZDJmclN28mxMIUStes-TFfYwYM4DPWQT-OxUT7kG5cwCoGLdqVv4pOGNk0m1cprjYlmDWK7yIasV-T6JrZ3yi6uln3hA/s1600-h/Kentucky+004.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8oDPMePbMbzqTV_Lc1d2slBYjPxgvToBze1E45qyNIpZDJmclN28mxMIUStes-TFfYwYM4DPWQT-OxUT7kG5cwCoGLdqVv4pOGNk0m1cprjYlmDWK7yIasV-T6JrZ3yi6uln3hA/s320/Kentucky+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207764336451673170" /></a><br /><br />The welcome sign at the airport. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdD-11NPGW2nrCon2j6pe1xNk4v5_sHzDjk_IClOayN3uOdeWbO1k818nGtfRKjvI-pdKkqIrKY4CzfCIMfcc1qxEU6PILDUViZt9vPP_WwdxGFDFKwTQUqlzj0t7zuaPzW_RNAQ/s1600-h/Kentucky+005.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdD-11NPGW2nrCon2j6pe1xNk4v5_sHzDjk_IClOayN3uOdeWbO1k818nGtfRKjvI-pdKkqIrKY4CzfCIMfcc1qxEU6PILDUViZt9vPP_WwdxGFDFKwTQUqlzj0t7zuaPzW_RNAQ/s320/Kentucky+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207765049416244322" /></a><br /><br />Our hotel.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Yef3W3_LcoRpSE5LTwT_Y_gIL_u9LHfnXKkvt-2T2zudwL81EwKJWsx-eYlhIgUs8N6jEPt-z-n62ktTR3y10olMz2WeDAE0rJ_MpCfHd0qzZFeRhyphenhyphenAcD0gDAfk0_FSq72UgNA/s1600-h/DSC00116.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7Yef3W3_LcoRpSE5LTwT_Y_gIL_u9LHfnXKkvt-2T2zudwL81EwKJWsx-eYlhIgUs8N6jEPt-z-n62ktTR3y10olMz2WeDAE0rJ_MpCfHd0qzZFeRhyphenhyphenAcD0gDAfk0_FSq72UgNA/s320/DSC00116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207765770970750066" /></a><br /><br />The great thing about Louisville is that they have cool history facts all over town like this. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHTNvDBjNUBz8fX96p-9pUkafub8h2Hg4Xq42NyTBaVhzuzesYBq9cP4MO__CCBNzr8fscspT4I-YRZ_c3AfwKjQOBkKFVLfMXk6xKK7QNi6cvo0VQYOvP3bpoAOlxQfIqz-OtCA/s1600-h/DSC00121.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHTNvDBjNUBz8fX96p-9pUkafub8h2Hg4Xq42NyTBaVhzuzesYBq9cP4MO__CCBNzr8fscspT4I-YRZ_c3AfwKjQOBkKFVLfMXk6xKK7QNi6cvo0VQYOvP3bpoAOlxQfIqz-OtCA/s320/DSC00121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207766350791335042" /></a><br /><br />The bridge by our hotel that connects Louisville to Indiana. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpA54aw4wRruKjajKF_5Vd9pZOzSdoT3h4acsitzFxZ6KZB6kRThzwy3jQnE6sy1EOsVpoO9sIh3081ldKR1n6dOoPnewgVShXkDu5zg17xHIhWSv73beZCDkiixlJLPigSFRB0g/s1600-h/DSC00124.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpA54aw4wRruKjajKF_5Vd9pZOzSdoT3h4acsitzFxZ6KZB6kRThzwy3jQnE6sy1EOsVpoO9sIh3081ldKR1n6dOoPnewgVShXkDu5zg17xHIhWSv73beZCDkiixlJLPigSFRB0g/s320/DSC00124.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207767016511265938" /></a><br /><br />Louisville from the bridge. This is from our trip across the bridge at midnight. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVu0H_VRc-FbxiEcUwSmqVLh5P9wBEUNxBHTTWhDQMaZNFF76BvTvxx68pQa3lmmY0rZSCDMQwMdbrb2wAANHBI1ielitEyhAcHMct8LLdRNRzhdufRRgwgh6lo3cCUtYOsq96bw/s1600-h/DSC00125.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVu0H_VRc-FbxiEcUwSmqVLh5P9wBEUNxBHTTWhDQMaZNFF76BvTvxx68pQa3lmmY0rZSCDMQwMdbrb2wAANHBI1ielitEyhAcHMct8LLdRNRzhdufRRgwgh6lo3cCUtYOsq96bw/s320/DSC00125.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207767677936229538" /></a><br />We made it!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQmGtaTFIilw4Ktfk_6J1srEj69mKpKKFxAaFyxIgC1wxBQEpRseudwWicOG5g_x_TVnzqnSUvqw-LBZpVOc1trViVwvDmMNR4Q1Z-eV4GuSW0kGUW73gS7Uph-aFM3yjU2qy2FQ/s1600-h/DSC00126.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQmGtaTFIilw4Ktfk_6J1srEj69mKpKKFxAaFyxIgC1wxBQEpRseudwWicOG5g_x_TVnzqnSUvqw-LBZpVOc1trViVwvDmMNR4Q1Z-eV4GuSW0kGUW73gS7Uph-aFM3yjU2qy2FQ/s320/DSC00126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207768176152435890" /></a><br />Indiana on the way back.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEVWg0bhP2UIPukbnUdE9UbxlSQ0ESdwEaG6Xf0-_OgTVQ3bRGRO83WlP5oSqbTSKhFT8Brho7g1hzvCcBzCdAcDJ2HATKpk_SGxuQKeWjNcwQPHPpuNThWUrJctlxg13HPEicWQ/s1600-h/DSC00129.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEVWg0bhP2UIPukbnUdE9UbxlSQ0ESdwEaG6Xf0-_OgTVQ3bRGRO83WlP5oSqbTSKhFT8Brho7g1hzvCcBzCdAcDJ2HATKpk_SGxuQKeWjNcwQPHPpuNThWUrJctlxg13HPEicWQ/s320/DSC00129.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207768743088118978" /></a><br />Grover showed up to our conference, I was so excited. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJFf_ojiPMVeXGqgY_1FOTGl9_95_uUGpOwTsPgVngvsJTtlqsjmRxwHH9gosr8iCJe2_dfjo0jlamzVA71g0oUDUBVlayn2orcR0uMNNoSA48n_AYWlmQS7YyrNoGdb0UG-kI8g/s1600-h/DSC00134.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJFf_ojiPMVeXGqgY_1FOTGl9_95_uUGpOwTsPgVngvsJTtlqsjmRxwHH9gosr8iCJe2_dfjo0jlamzVA71g0oUDUBVlayn2orcR0uMNNoSA48n_AYWlmQS7YyrNoGdb0UG-kI8g/s320/DSC00134.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207769288548965586" /></a><br />On our last day there we had a few hours until our flight so we went to Churchill Downs. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7dGENb-0jZaFJSCAJBPgeiybdbL5iQ5VFYykS8xWAGh-wsLzFWTfv1hNe7j_6xGNCnQpVOp55kmKRsfZgn3PRih559r5OCk8P80w0WOBulgQShUphW9RLGBOasjUaPZZp6FsPvg/s1600-h/DSC00136.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7dGENb-0jZaFJSCAJBPgeiybdbL5iQ5VFYykS8xWAGh-wsLzFWTfv1hNe7j_6xGNCnQpVOp55kmKRsfZgn3PRih559r5OCk8P80w0WOBulgQShUphW9RLGBOasjUaPZZp6FsPvg/s320/DSC00136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207769868369550562" /></a><br />The original finish post. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzBdj_i-H2g-gfaNTkjQH_-OteAen8T-EWHThbd1h5gtY9-I1FoJOpyIdaYWPvG8tCuzAe1CWetAIzCK12WbiJEstoNbEJ4lEHcAwpAclfaL3aLu7XXLVNqOmPGb1vKYjtclCc9g/s1600-h/DSC00146.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzBdj_i-H2g-gfaNTkjQH_-OteAen8T-EWHThbd1h5gtY9-I1FoJOpyIdaYWPvG8tCuzAe1CWetAIzCK12WbiJEstoNbEJ4lEHcAwpAclfaL3aLu7XXLVNqOmPGb1vKYjtclCc9g/s320/DSC00146.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207770924931505394" /></a><br />Some of the most famous horses of the Derby are buried on the grounds. Barbaro will be buried there in 2009 before the derby. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1EzGIoMvJNx5l58py10nRYwxrb3tikZyp07xjUeEgiQ9UI9hpTQtqdMq6ZCyYtflNZII90DLv6MnNhezLqk20pCeHJ_UNfgU9XYuz-A9KHzNOumpqrLpG6CAAu1Ez9CHpHRW0Sw/s1600-h/DSC00153.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1EzGIoMvJNx5l58py10nRYwxrb3tikZyp07xjUeEgiQ9UI9hpTQtqdMq6ZCyYtflNZII90DLv6MnNhezLqk20pCeHJ_UNfgU9XYuz-A9KHzNOumpqrLpG6CAAu1Ez9CHpHRW0Sw/s320/DSC00153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207771680845749506" /></a><br />The names of all the Kentucky Derby winners are placed all around the grounds.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaixaEaPy3cXfNxoGjlmk4aSS0Ecd6MHyfwIQYePHIAkK3C5ILfkzHQpOJr-48-Qz2PIZjxj0_xtlrUZ9zGousooRRsOyg-7H2FpWLf4NLfcJNChLc6OzHGxeqoJnGp491b5MpxQ/s1600-h/DSC00174.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaixaEaPy3cXfNxoGjlmk4aSS0Ecd6MHyfwIQYePHIAkK3C5ILfkzHQpOJr-48-Qz2PIZjxj0_xtlrUZ9zGousooRRsOyg-7H2FpWLf4NLfcJNChLc6OzHGxeqoJnGp491b5MpxQ/s320/DSC00174.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207772385220386066" /></a><br />The track. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDyqhDfE_njZFf9L3mqoGle1v4deOEtUm7svKYADQyz-mvbzBXmXYTgZ8qubVIlV9ueSulihwturh2Uj63PUPY3tBkpwWEJTLaMWCXB4E5dBahrK70q3OlM-DblC7_OjGtLCIX2w/s1600-h/DSC00198.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDyqhDfE_njZFf9L3mqoGle1v4deOEtUm7svKYADQyz-mvbzBXmXYTgZ8qubVIlV9ueSulihwturh2Uj63PUPY3tBkpwWEJTLaMWCXB4E5dBahrK70q3OlM-DblC7_OjGtLCIX2w/s320/DSC00198.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207773184084303138" /></a><br />The jockeys locker room. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0NR6j7b8A3Cr0N9uUSQUFlQQ__JQmGF5rB1Iv_wV1DtHKq9rWPkmIT79M0hGCzEBqa4F7vPibbP3m5WDHcq58iaClFgdvNs3GB_17Ym9J6vY0oAxPY6NrIt9Qtm7uL1c8BFzs-g/s1600-h/DSC00239.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0NR6j7b8A3Cr0N9uUSQUFlQQ__JQmGF5rB1Iv_wV1DtHKq9rWPkmIT79M0hGCzEBqa4F7vPibbP3m5WDHcq58iaClFgdvNs3GB_17Ym9J6vY0oAxPY6NrIt9Qtm7uL1c8BFzs-g/s320/DSC00239.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207773957178416434" /></a><br />This was a gift to the Derby from a British artist. <br /><br />That was my trip in a nut shell.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10212933.post-11515755617968317062008-04-02T20:31:00.000-07:002008-04-02T20:42:22.352-07:00¿Donde fuiste a parar, donde estas?So I just got in a few hours ago from my trip to Louisville. Like always I had a great time. I love it down there.<br /><br />Every year my boss sends me to this conference that is usually held in Louisville. This year a few of my co-workers where able to come with me. <br /><br />We arrived late on Saturday night so we went straight to our hotel. Our conference started on Sunday. Sunday night we went to the Hard Rock for dinner. We had a great server who gave us great tips on good place to go see/eat etc, but we were still jet-lagged so we called it a night.<br /><br />Monday night we went out to eat with the rest of our group who had arrived to Louisville a few days before us. We had a great time. It has been a while since I have laughed that much. During dinner someone said something about crossing the bridge by our hotel over to Indiana, we all thought that was a great idea so that is what we did after dinner. So here we are the five of us crossing the bridge at like midnight laughing and joking around the whole time.The weather was so nice and the view was beautiful.<br /><br />Yesterday was our last day in Louisville, thankfully our conference ended early so we took the opportunity to go to Churchill Downs. My dad is a huge fan of the Kentucky Derby so I have grown up watching it on t.v., so it was great to actually be there. I took a bunch of pictures for him and got him some souvenirs at the gift shop.<br /><br />We left Louisville early this morning, it is good to be home but a part of me is going to miss Louisville. I have a bunch of pictures to share but that will have to be another post.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10212933.post-16111590234298175752008-03-18T18:33:00.000-07:002008-03-18T18:58:36.074-07:00El Papi Chulo List: Part 10Sorry that it took a while but here it is. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjycqI5z6vu-JUK2z5pWHB8YEynSSuQCebEc6J_t8qLRKWcxOTJniRIgc_RC9AZD5wiCyWlPDS1GYPD-4hyphenhyphen6Bdmu8SPsXUQIhjm3bFoutHiCq-Q9deRDziyVHTrFkM16j1iquZnaQ/s1600-h/2285611689-javier-bardem.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjycqI5z6vu-JUK2z5pWHB8YEynSSuQCebEc6J_t8qLRKWcxOTJniRIgc_RC9AZD5wiCyWlPDS1GYPD-4hyphenhyphen6Bdmu8SPsXUQIhjm3bFoutHiCq-Q9deRDziyVHTrFkM16j1iquZnaQ/s320/2285611689-javier-bardem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179260123509789826" /></a><br /><br />Javier Bardem<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk0HSQCHFqr-t9eczsjjNm31rYjtWCLNxq1wPmTSKuEBKouyPJtnupxqcODg7Q7VntVZmecF8RwCB3JRVGz4YWMV401-c7y_Ft_mjZrtmkrwZabpeldIxNsqKWYf8iPoUEGWoWBA/s1600-h/clive1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk0HSQCHFqr-t9eczsjjNm31rYjtWCLNxq1wPmTSKuEBKouyPJtnupxqcODg7Q7VntVZmecF8RwCB3JRVGz4YWMV401-c7y_Ft_mjZrtmkrwZabpeldIxNsqKWYf8iPoUEGWoWBA/s320/clive1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179260561596454034" /></a><br /><br />Clive Owens<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9jQBxsDakHFNPusweMT5EVx4ikngpo_5sbe84WAAQIniLKD49JDk0NsjMpuCoN8jVTaexbJSktNifoAuZOiTTdifm3HJSXqtxeRPJn5vdvpnqYBNHJcCNjQFL6vRpJdmJI1eUHA/s1600-h/mcdermott.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9jQBxsDakHFNPusweMT5EVx4ikngpo_5sbe84WAAQIniLKD49JDk0NsjMpuCoN8jVTaexbJSktNifoAuZOiTTdifm3HJSXqtxeRPJn5vdvpnqYBNHJcCNjQFL6vRpJdmJI1eUHA/s320/mcdermott.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179260810704557218" /></a><br /><br />Dylan McDermott<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgssx21724jHbRE51FYpDlJDpOJBHFb3IhYS8eZSRsvOiyMP9oC5hWInOALHFuYObfwy9ZQQZYmKsD26cQLJjcD5RJZfXnaIqLwJ2doNbCB_fN9OotqkaTeKQiTbnj3Z6erbOsQUA/s1600-h/daily-show.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgssx21724jHbRE51FYpDlJDpOJBHFb3IhYS8eZSRsvOiyMP9oC5hWInOALHFuYObfwy9ZQQZYmKsD26cQLJjcD5RJZfXnaIqLwJ2doNbCB_fN9OotqkaTeKQiTbnj3Z6erbOsQUA/s320/daily-show.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179261308920763570" /></a><br /><br />John Stewart<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitti5d4BfHV8ZsxIraAIOr5i7h2LhySf5lOhsZ5LNanldfwWAk06RZgVXemsB7IdTBmkSbfiAKIyanQEwOyKjjZEwDgRkNgu0zxzNCDUoD_-mdGNg7FM00snO4mMSBdijplvn_0w/s1600-h/ericmambius.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitti5d4BfHV8ZsxIraAIOr5i7h2LhySf5lOhsZ5LNanldfwWAk06RZgVXemsB7IdTBmkSbfiAKIyanQEwOyKjjZEwDgRkNgu0zxzNCDUoD_-mdGNg7FM00snO4mMSBdijplvn_0w/s320/ericmambius.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179261673992983746" /></a><br /><br />Eric Mabius<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpakDnz8CLs3eX2zxY0OSDu-hqULIBb_LZF7t_CR8gVM1jXfVafRp7SCUiDEH_HaHs46pS6wnH4fyGrUcNO1AAFHPXn3QpGUCFd1IpCfO0HpIDepDMb1tnrl5B3I19YKw5QlACzw/s1600-h/68195957_6c92f0cc25_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHN8MuXj2F8sl6l5ljGVSeNKKHVUplHmjLxW13gOXKk3QTwD0z5-8EKz0MVe1M5u9PTq0mkC6hhB79dsZVgozVpC6vq__AX-Kh6a5PYTSoFSYdoG5UWRWxQ56Euc9N3eSlDsSFpw/s320/Lewis+Hamilton.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179263087037224210" /></a><br /><br />Lewis Hamilton<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXO6RSFPrZmk3j6Yk7wrvSJ3SqOo12q8YE71SvZYzLd2ShM9PWV_crTvPwI9Tf_yWweMiK_FTXlVZJa4RA1HZC-9q6Z5z070dfLlRzOqN2fYwauteZs6MydeOHzX4twIy2qq5Psw/s1600-h/princeharry1_300.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXO6RSFPrZmk3j6Yk7wrvSJ3SqOo12q8YE71SvZYzLd2ShM9PWV_crTvPwI9Tf_yWweMiK_FTXlVZJa4RA1HZC-9q6Z5z070dfLlRzOqN2fYwauteZs6MydeOHzX4twIy2qq5Psw/s320/princeharry1_300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179263318965458210" /></a><br /><br />Prince Harry<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyGduUsoFJhiN-dHRayY4E1LfIcb5M80yZ8ndNyggTeAxXGHbWPTEwUQRB5V_KRqWts-TNWyFhjnnFcYOcKgy1MX73CJkM33lzMhR4EvbN4RadMqM03QJrgmWHBCJGC-6DgmEKnA/s1600-h/ovenden.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyGduUsoFJhiN-dHRayY4E1LfIcb5M80yZ8ndNyggTeAxXGHbWPTEwUQRB5V_KRqWts-TNWyFhjnnFcYOcKgy1MX73CJkM33lzMhR4EvbN4RadMqM03QJrgmWHBCJGC-6DgmEKnA/s320/ovenden.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179263516533953842" /></a><br /><br />Julian Ovenden<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCBKwJYuOcdem_3BKUyA-cM0h4KYHuO_UNlkwvgSX0AK9EKeXVUxtaI-EQ8scLP23qBzveDUh6cDV-WRZgR3Js3sHnaVCRDijaKWgpOy_hsckMwaUaPeH0U3O2IJVkH-yzTypvKg/s1600-h/ryan-gosling-is-awesome.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCBKwJYuOcdem_3BKUyA-cM0h4KYHuO_UNlkwvgSX0AK9EKeXVUxtaI-EQ8scLP23qBzveDUh6cDV-WRZgR3Js3sHnaVCRDijaKWgpOy_hsckMwaUaPeH0U3O2IJVkH-yzTypvKg/s320/ryan-gosling-is-awesome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179263868721272130" /></a><br /><br />Ryan Gosling<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoAzGwb2EHnvDWlMu1mAiBhci3FHgKDrgkZM6TYJAshLzUQvuO2m8m0br3FXzFDCtwU_-RR7ltr3qGO-yizJzcBwMVDWl4niHM81nB1m4VmLvUxbJ_rC8gMQxMRLUM0Mp04snL2A/s1600-h/smith-simbak.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoAzGwb2EHnvDWlMu1mAiBhci3FHgKDrgkZM6TYJAshLzUQvuO2m8m0br3FXzFDCtwU_-RR7ltr3qGO-yizJzcBwMVDWl4niHM81nB1m4VmLvUxbJ_rC8gMQxMRLUM0Mp04snL2A/s320/smith-simbak.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179264212318655826" /></a><br /><br />Simon Baker<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZ4L0uTZaPtj_3_gJmzIV-NOvfsxA6Ea4nNBzYdd5qxES_ANht9-P_B6beGMyuGsaWAZftQDiALX_U-V9SNUv_eQoDYu1ldxrS_llFWe3RMUfjXINgvnHivxrlKlCNbOSDy1jfw/s1600-h/milolife7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitZ4L0uTZaPtj_3_gJmzIV-NOvfsxA6Ea4nNBzYdd5qxES_ANht9-P_B6beGMyuGsaWAZftQDiALX_U-V9SNUv_eQoDYu1ldxrS_llFWe3RMUfjXINgvnHivxrlKlCNbOSDy1jfw/s320/milolife7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179265419204466066" /></a><br /><br />Milo Ventimiglia<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcIIayV_v4z4gaht0TNU5JdglLOxy7H4pKtRZ5VTahoZjUMkaYv3nsL6pvxoecmPJurwaXzmENwbbDaqQYs_iq1SOKfPg54B0JJA7stv0eKIRIIm3Jk15w7sVknvhZRCz8VWyDdw/s1600-h/taylor.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcIIayV_v4z4gaht0TNU5JdglLOxy7H4pKtRZ5VTahoZjUMkaYv3nsL6pvxoecmPJurwaXzmENwbbDaqQYs_iq1SOKfPg54B0JJA7stv0eKIRIIm3Jk15w7sVknvhZRCz8VWyDdw/s320/taylor.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179264491491530082" /></a><br /><br />Jason Taylor<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizSkeyA6xtuQu_6PWHHfLt33l-zAHd1SF7xIwnlSQt-4bISe-NMcXBkXOM4t1YGpALokwXWHiwXr_cwbwj0mRvLavseFdDYGMRcqaerGO3XkiGiLzkqkP3okTiOxqSaKjMkDN7SQ/s1600-h/thehaitian.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizSkeyA6xtuQu_6PWHHfLt33l-zAHd1SF7xIwnlSQt-4bISe-NMcXBkXOM4t1YGpALokwXWHiwXr_cwbwj0mRvLavseFdDYGMRcqaerGO3XkiGiLzkqkP3okTiOxqSaKjMkDN7SQ/s320/thehaitian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179264723419764082" /></a><br /><br />Jimmy Jean Louis<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnzN4H1MpoeQhET52Dmq2DQpaLRsihD1Y_gHG6HXHDAC6uH4TZ3Mz4eik-8ML7oraDP3rG5sWaA_53z5lyEoiPuyKQwVC4-H-iCn6HtKg6-PvaddALavO7uumXeXzbvsspX263gg/s1600-h/tanoai_reed.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnzN4H1MpoeQhET52Dmq2DQpaLRsihD1Y_gHG6HXHDAC6uH4TZ3Mz4eik-8ML7oraDP3rG5sWaA_53z5lyEoiPuyKQwVC4-H-iCn6HtKg6-PvaddALavO7uumXeXzbvsspX263gg/s320/tanoai_reed.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179264994002703746" /></a><br /><br />Tanoai Reed<br /><br />All images courtesy of <a href="http://images.google.com/imghp?hl=en&tab=wi">Google.</a>Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10212933.post-40977363713439113242008-03-05T19:13:00.000-08:002008-03-05T21:17:00.116-08:00Me Haces FaltaI really do miss this little blog, and all of you.To all of you who still come by and check to see if I have written anything yet. I thank you for checking in and I apologize for the lack of blogging. There are times where I feel like like I should blog but then I really don't have much to blog about. I am pretty boring...Lol. I am working on that. <br /><br />Lets see what is going on...I have now lost a total of 9 lbs. So the Great Weight Lost of '08 is going well.Even though, I have no desire to exercise. I mean at all, so I have to find a new motivation for working out. I am still careful with what I eat, I just don't want to work out.<br /><br />Anyways...<br /><br />I was reading through this here little blog and I noticed that I owe you guys a new El Papi Chulo List. I am going to work on that some time over the weekend. So please make sure to leave your suggestions in the comment section.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10212933.post-69454766373890520072008-02-05T15:48:00.000-08:002008-02-05T15:56:29.433-08:00Something To Think AboutA few days ago I came across this quote and it stopped me in my tracks. So I thought I would share it with you.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">The greatest hazard of all, losing one's self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. No other loss can occur so quietly; any other loss - an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc. - is sure to be noticed.</span><br /><br />I don't know who said this but I found this to be so true and at the same time so sad. I think through out this journey called life we all lose a little bit of ourselves for one reason or the other. I think the greatest battle is trying to find the bits we have lost and reclaiming them.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10212933.post-43583925635004268832008-01-20T18:43:00.001-08:002008-01-30T21:21:42.835-08:00And So It Is, Just Like You Said It Would BeWow, where did the time go? Three years already. I was suppose to post this like 3 days ago but to tell you the truth I totally forgot. <br /><br />A quick update on the (Great Weight Lost of '08) as my coworker calls it, I have lost 4 lbs that includes the 2 lbs that I had regained. Woot go me! I know that I am doing something right because my mother said something the other day about how I looked skinnier. I wasn't sure that I heard her right so I made her repeat it. Mami and I have always fought about my weight. So for her to notice was a big deal for me. When I started this I did not think it would affect any one else really, but my co-worker who is also trying to lose weight said that I "inspire him to stick to it." Which I thought was very sweet of him. <br /><br />I received a great compliment the other day from one of the district big wigs when he asked me to co-teach with him at a presentation he was holding for parents in our program. At first I thought he was joking but he was totally serious. So once it set in that he was serious, we got to work on our lesson plan and I have to say that our presentation went very well. At the end of it he told me that I was "amazing" and " very good" at what I do and that my boss was "lucky" to have me. I of course joking around asked him if I could get that in writing. He laughed and said he would email it to me. Still haven't gotten the email. I will let you know if and when I do. <br /><br />Oh before for I forget I also wanted to share with you that I am finally a college graduate. Yay! I received my diploma last week. So I am super excited about that. <br /><br />Happy Three Year Anniversary Real Women Have Curves!Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10212933.post-21990208708606839222008-01-08T20:43:00.000-08:002008-01-08T21:17:33.852-08:00Real Women Have Curves Part 2Happy New Year! May 2008 bring you all many great and wonderful things. <br /><br />I know, I suck at this blogging thing. <br /><br />Two years ago when I started this little blog it was suppose to be a way for me to track my weight lost journey. Pretty soon I stopped blogging about my weight lost, and I started blogging about everything else. Soon after that I stopped trying to lose weight. <br /><br />Two years later here I am, right back where I started. I have always been a "big" girl. I was a fat baby, a fat kid, a fat teenager and now a fat adult. <br /><br />Everyone has an " Ah ha" moment and mines came this summer. In August I went to Fiesta Tropical '07 with my cousins. I spent the whole time guarding our table while they where out dancing and having a good time. I felt like crap and I was pissed. Mostly at myself for letting myself get this out of control. <br /><br />It still took me two months to decide to do something about it. In November during all the After-Thanksgiving sales I went out and bought a new Elliptical. At first I used it here and there still not ready to make a change. Then I went to an other party and as I was getting ready it hit me, " I can't keep living like this." <br /><br />So I started working out more and I started to clean up the way I ate. So far instead of gaining weight during this holiday season, I lost 3 lbs. So what does all of this mean for this little blog, it means that I will start to blog more about my attempt to lose weight as well as other things that are going on in my life. <br /><br />This is not my first attempt at losing weight and I know that the road ahead is a long and hard one, but something tells me that this time I am going to reach my goal.I may not know what is going to happen in the future, but there is one thing I know for sure when Fiesta Tropical '08 comes around I <span style="font-weight:bold;">WON'T</span> be the one guarding the table.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10212933.post-42699041623510205352007-11-17T19:33:00.001-08:002007-11-17T20:32:19.372-08:00El Papi Chulo List: Part 9Just in time for the holidays El Papi Chulo list. Enjoy!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLcY7bCX9h42pZ2P5f0DSv9bM4dhRoloJAQPlbSYT5zGTyVyy9_vkDTZvaU2tycJkVftgZEvxfHIWvbCswsLf1OshrgFcv8iQDHMgnS5R67cw04z4sjA7joAYIam6BOpltSG7NGA/s1600-h/acteur-sr.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLcY7bCX9h42pZ2P5f0DSv9bM4dhRoloJAQPlbSYT5zGTyVyy9_vkDTZvaU2tycJkVftgZEvxfHIWvbCswsLf1OshrgFcv8iQDHMgnS5R67cw04z4sjA7joAYIam6BOpltSG7NGA/s320/acteur-sr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134020960443002850" /></a><br /><br />Sendhil Ramamurthy. <br /> <br />One of the hottest Heroes around. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5_VABsNnquGpGLf0AuIsugtUwfWWeeesNYTIyM_UOPCylaUUKWE1Cn-73R5s2EcPXDpHW3KeLZwlMV4EKkwMHWD5VwDaAGeNxSLW2zGgeGHWFoioD-8lJktW_6jFWD0yvAF-WQg/s1600-h/cameron.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5_VABsNnquGpGLf0AuIsugtUwfWWeeesNYTIyM_UOPCylaUUKWE1Cn-73R5s2EcPXDpHW3KeLZwlMV4EKkwMHWD5VwDaAGeNxSLW2zGgeGHWFoioD-8lJktW_6jFWD0yvAF-WQg/s320/cameron.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134021338400124914" /></a><br /><br />Cameron Mathison.<br /><br />Umm just look at him. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUE5Zs85XmTuovF0M7s2XF2kY6f9wtPXbCkFZmm8z-OvajmPb9prSM7lS3q5AsRAYkqC-amq7-H0DVvdqpuHg8E2BDDDlbluHCh11mZ2WFTOTq1bWmh-WmwZy3v0uxEE32rKBl0A/s1600-h/edgar.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUE5Zs85XmTuovF0M7s2XF2kY6f9wtPXbCkFZmm8z-OvajmPb9prSM7lS3q5AsRAYkqC-amq7-H0DVvdqpuHg8E2BDDDlbluHCh11mZ2WFTOTq1bWmh-WmwZy3v0uxEE32rKBl0A/s320/edgar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134021815141494786" /></a><br /><br />Edgar Ramirez.<br /><br />Ladies let me introduce you to Edgar. Edgar is an actor, you might remember him from movies such as "Domino", " The Bourne Ultimatum" etc. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK3AomJ_PMVWIeYcTpHPaZzbZGtuUd243epyt-5A7LIh2oQ5-aUn1G2JnB8nt0eFOyXIhJFRPnUPkIWaBAn85WOZJrUG9B_1Tkmw-Kz8ZSXShh-5k7bZGLKFCa_A6naARGQKlHLg/s1600-h/hill_harper_032906_300.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK3AomJ_PMVWIeYcTpHPaZzbZGtuUd243epyt-5A7LIh2oQ5-aUn1G2JnB8nt0eFOyXIhJFRPnUPkIWaBAn85WOZJrUG9B_1Tkmw-Kz8ZSXShh-5k7bZGLKFCa_A6naARGQKlHLg/s320/hill_harper_032906_300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134022644070182930" /></a><br /><br />Hill Harper. <br /><br />What can't he do?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Ii5pqPy-NAVVjN1ZOQkx0oDhK7HpFJ7J_Hazx3gcHqaIyblD_IwqWUqqJravcfZmJ7wiNFY3_lgFjM4nryC2qUUm-NdzNpyzloD7Xdr9ZHd8QOzDNIm6jSMwAM-UQS0gfPcfFg/s1600-h/nigel.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7Ii5pqPy-NAVVjN1ZOQkx0oDhK7HpFJ7J_Hazx3gcHqaIyblD_IwqWUqqJravcfZmJ7wiNFY3_lgFjM4nryC2qUUm-NdzNpyzloD7Xdr9ZHd8QOzDNIm6jSMwAM-UQS0gfPcfFg/s320/nigel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134023717812006946" /></a><br /><br />Nigel Barker.<br /><br />He is my top model.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF2CHX67bURwxiMNJ3N2RD4xfKw7UsZ4icSCZS8cgvXvZjIXq4bGn3-e-8cMrjlZf_M_QejJ8V67qPvjF4Ytx3l6F12AsJEz6lYx7_QFBR4iGi16kfUFgiyIuKPf8qecZmlZPX_Q/s1600-h/eric2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF2CHX67bURwxiMNJ3N2RD4xfKw7UsZ4icSCZS8cgvXvZjIXq4bGn3-e-8cMrjlZf_M_QejJ8V67qPvjF4Ytx3l6F12AsJEz6lYx7_QFBR4iGi16kfUFgiyIuKPf8qecZmlZPX_Q/s320/eric2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134024095769129010" /></a><br /><br />Eric Balfour. <br /><br />Go rent "Lie with Me" all I am going to say.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuZ5X3uSONLDE3V4eMrGHn0aBY3yaaOccF8BbJnpq_W6LGC7MrwvAOrHpftu6ABNOFPQNX3BE68rKlgwqhQP489-tUDOEL1uHugMry1S_2sA06btCw4Sb_c5rlOYJpHXtrmBIRqg/s1600-h/henry_simmons_99.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuZ5X3uSONLDE3V4eMrGHn0aBY3yaaOccF8BbJnpq_W6LGC7MrwvAOrHpftu6ABNOFPQNX3BE68rKlgwqhQP489-tUDOEL1uHugMry1S_2sA06btCw4Sb_c5rlOYJpHXtrmBIRqg/s320/henry_simmons_99.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134024542445727810" /></a><br /><br />Henry Simmons. <br /><br />You can catch him on "Shark" every Sunday night.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2uMNFEqffdm-tlgzIxhyphenhyphenhJY3AXB4ArPRvcWjQZYFQzEU6_PLPfsK-HcFVZoct6Wtq1rG1D_fNrs_LDlY3r8i1saspN6s9Hogec_yrLxOCjJWg84M3-5HKwkvEKJomNVhozhaIOA/s1600-h/shane.png"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2uMNFEqffdm-tlgzIxhyphenhyphenhJY3AXB4ArPRvcWjQZYFQzEU6_PLPfsK-HcFVZoct6Wtq1rG1D_fNrs_LDlY3r8i1saspN6s9Hogec_yrLxOCjJWg84M3-5HKwkvEKJomNVhozhaIOA/s320/shane.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134024864568275026" /></a><br /><br />Shane West.<br /><br />How come the ER doctors here look nothing like this? Just saying.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsTqGhkJoZt-hxleLQuJEtfLbLlXRy1yVgbqPM3nHbPngebyqS52bFwwkZCvXtKR4BmEGq0-6dVPJEZQbTQCQgkcDIccmOdthVizqARhMtkaCFJTAg_MiYSZMrMTGHMHSEohIo_g/s1600-h/jesse.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsTqGhkJoZt-hxleLQuJEtfLbLlXRy1yVgbqPM3nHbPngebyqS52bFwwkZCvXtKR4BmEGq0-6dVPJEZQbTQCQgkcDIccmOdthVizqARhMtkaCFJTAg_MiYSZMrMTGHMHSEohIo_g/s320/jesse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134025169510953058" /></a><br /><br />Jesse Bradford.<br /><br />Yes, I went there. Caro remember how much you loved him? <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA19OqCfKdv_FUJa0R8aAP9S7HpimI05f-kHA-HGJU0WYDcUFNav3bwy8PQFXchQDEu_jBEGy-ZpnWh2dVNN2fimahqK_GYyTg3eTjAdgtzlzqayfS5amo0RnmqDxH7rKlqxbE5w/s1600-h/gorham_l.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA19OqCfKdv_FUJa0R8aAP9S7HpimI05f-kHA-HGJU0WYDcUFNav3bwy8PQFXchQDEu_jBEGy-ZpnWh2dVNN2fimahqK_GYyTg3eTjAdgtzlzqayfS5amo0RnmqDxH7rKlqxbE5w/s320/gorham_l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134025641957355634" /></a><br /><br />Christopher Gorham. <br /><br />I love Henry!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw0Ky3kGQ3KvBSW2pHZL_8_x8L9sry4Z4hWDc4C1qUMsV9ZBym1cswTLSfR4RTnEpv98uoNskdHlVpt4xxf__Rcau14pWsShJG20jt-C_Sf52U5JWbMWSQGoOvKvgrume8d3pETg/s1600-h/KeithJohnson.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiw0Ky3kGQ3KvBSW2pHZL_8_x8L9sry4Z4hWDc4C1qUMsV9ZBym1cswTLSfR4RTnEpv98uoNskdHlVpt4xxf__Rcau14pWsShJG20jt-C_Sf52U5JWbMWSQGoOvKvgrume8d3pETg/s320/KeithJohnson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134025959784935554" /></a><br /><br />Keith Robinson. <br /><br />El papi from "Dreamgirls".<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSHLLRMg2GGoVGJkNHe1n6KsrUgQ-3D2z4D3vVKBvvjC-O2-QUhyphenhypheneQGX13yTCOIs8x1ud7vI9Ck_ASu9TEBUBd1m8yQZIYxKSQAloCN0b5YgyoOCSN5EjAm9miiTIZrd-mh3xPYA/s1600-h/kevin.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSHLLRMg2GGoVGJkNHe1n6KsrUgQ-3D2z4D3vVKBvvjC-O2-QUhyphenhypheneQGX13yTCOIs8x1ud7vI9Ck_ASu9TEBUBd1m8yQZIYxKSQAloCN0b5YgyoOCSN5EjAm9miiTIZrd-mh3xPYA/s320/kevin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134026354921926802" /></a><br /><br />Kevin Alejandro.<br /><br />I loved Santos. I was pissed when they killed him off, but thankfully I can catch him every Sunday night on "Shark". <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLZ8CM4rFgasWqQupyhdWUZwynLLMM6CI-cT_xDYVJE-qBvOM4OosYbUz9bffZsNYpnBwQVJv4SA7gK08ZtA89vwIqkKfrpbJLJR45XgSl5VQ40gDVaspl7oZ3x9iFhioRTZCGmA/s1600-h/Newback.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLZ8CM4rFgasWqQupyhdWUZwynLLMM6CI-cT_xDYVJE-qBvOM4OosYbUz9bffZsNYpnBwQVJv4SA7gK08ZtA89vwIqkKfrpbJLJR45XgSl5VQ40gDVaspl7oZ3x9iFhioRTZCGmA/s320/Newback.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134026724289114274" /></a><br /><br />Mark Ruffalo. <br /><br />I love, love him. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVGKkCEbtkvjfQZvPkQYMV7vBPcqQetUc17JRGflTMDsuNpqqz9Eh1gqkxIBzOjeVKUXOcWSek0CfSn5EUaUoFEsTSB62vkkJxvejz8xesVlyOFV74AK6h9zK8QxwziiBeUF7LxQ/s1600-h/Scott+Elrod.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVGKkCEbtkvjfQZvPkQYMV7vBPcqQetUc17JRGflTMDsuNpqqz9Eh1gqkxIBzOjeVKUXOcWSek0CfSn5EUaUoFEsTSB62vkkJxvejz8xesVlyOFV74AK6h9zK8QxwziiBeUF7LxQ/s320/Scott+Elrod.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134026930447544498" /></a><br /><br />Scott Elrod. <br /><br />Ladies let me introduce you to Scott. Scott here is an actor he is currently starting in " Men in Trees." Which is a great show by the way. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyu2zxkhzk33Qcgh70UcvLWzUpSn_RKez3Ql5ei3OPcZseZsEH17uMfFsJMYU4jeaB3tlAqyk-ZSU2LoNZylZhu8tS8rStYU-9EPFSNnQcfkoBsiaBGeSScdbjx_0outkexOMHKQ/s1600-h/garethgates.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyu2zxkhzk33Qcgh70UcvLWzUpSn_RKez3Ql5ei3OPcZseZsEH17uMfFsJMYU4jeaB3tlAqyk-ZSU2LoNZylZhu8tS8rStYU-9EPFSNnQcfkoBsiaBGeSScdbjx_0outkexOMHKQ/s320/garethgates.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134027557512769730" /></a><br /><br />Gareth Gates<br /><br />Again let me introduce you to Gareth. Gareth here is a pop singer from across the pond. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkx4bT7wq8xzUWMjO-rCvyLbJ1KNQuRZnq4cLRyscGvdkmKR6XfKwmLdgraefWqUjpcdjvoCQGYSEpX_V0-QA6OnGIn0RyipMk9Ecf6lDbTLxuit6hgngGUDaa9Ixa84ZZPn3Ahw/s1600-h/l_3915aa66dcdb20e1f63df15f33d5f93e.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkx4bT7wq8xzUWMjO-rCvyLbJ1KNQuRZnq4cLRyscGvdkmKR6XfKwmLdgraefWqUjpcdjvoCQGYSEpX_V0-QA6OnGIn0RyipMk9Ecf6lDbTLxuit6hgngGUDaa9Ixa84ZZPn3Ahw/s320/l_3915aa66dcdb20e1f63df15f33d5f93e.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134028266182373586" /></a><br /><br />Shane and Shawn Ward. <br /><br />I am doing a lot of introducing tonight....anyways. Ladies meet Shane and Shawn. Yes they are twins! A first for El Papi Chulo List. Shane and Shawn are Co-CEO's of Detny Shoe Company. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8bIsD2pb03t0VC01Jw7dxhkuIZ5AN4Za8EpSN-oXptW7XHqbz11lgjnneGy4Oz3GT6PBCl_Rm2-MGp7f1qwZMeAkS2xjQN_XOabihbvZz4mMu_l4I7cPBkSfNO2ScFTlzdTEQkA/s1600-h/stevenstrait.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8bIsD2pb03t0VC01Jw7dxhkuIZ5AN4Za8EpSN-oXptW7XHqbz11lgjnneGy4Oz3GT6PBCl_Rm2-MGp7f1qwZMeAkS2xjQN_XOabihbvZz4mMu_l4I7cPBkSfNO2ScFTlzdTEQkA/s320/stevenstrait.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134029713586352354" /></a><br /><br />Steven Strait. <br /><br />Steven here is a model and actor.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbvQYoVsCJ7jhPaHwt4G8UqvxmOoxI1QodosxCE_6f1iPDU4PuHztB4Q6TKqnefzdL57Z2mdAFpt4H9c51it5jEslHbVTP1kGA8j5p53xKvjN55t1pidGcjsXRkcNK06TXiuD1Sw/s1600-h/no_pic.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbvQYoVsCJ7jhPaHwt4G8UqvxmOoxI1QodosxCE_6f1iPDU4PuHztB4Q6TKqnefzdL57Z2mdAFpt4H9c51it5jEslHbVTP1kGA8j5p53xKvjN55t1pidGcjsXRkcNK06TXiuD1Sw/s320/no_pic.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134030722903666930" /></a><br /><br />The OE<br /><br />He is the hottest secret agent around, due to reasons of National Security, I can't post his picture you are just going to have to take my word on this one :)<br /><br />And that is all for this edition of El Papi Chulo List.<br /><br />All Images courtesy of <a href="http://www.google.com/">Google</a>.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10212933.post-51603113309872669042007-10-08T18:49:00.000-07:002007-10-08T19:11:56.892-07:00That Time Of The Yearfor a new edition of El Papi Chulo List. So here is your chance to give me your suggestions. Then make sure to check back to see who made the list.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10212933.post-7641601814476804642007-09-10T22:05:00.000-07:002007-09-13T19:31:49.374-07:00What You Know About This?The other night I was watching t.v. with my mom when the host of the show we where watching starting talking about "how kids today don't know music". His words not mines. He went on to say that kids today (and by kids he meant anyone under 35)don't know about the great bolero singers. At this I pulled a Nana on the t.v. <br /><br />(Pulling a Nana consist of yelling at the person on t.v. as if they can hear you and worse respond.)<br /><br />The reason behind my pulling a Nana was that i know about old school boleros. I am not saying that I know everything about them, in fact I have a lot to learn but I know old school boleros. They are my childhood. I almost died because of old school boleros and this fool is on t.v. trying to say that no one under 35 knows about that? You got to be kidding me.<br /><br />I am the baby in my family. Which means that when I was younger my dad would take me EVERYWHERE with him. He would pack my bag, tell my mom to get me ready and off we would go for the day. My dad LOVES his boleros. They are really all he listens to. So since I spent all my time with him,I listened to boleros all the time. <br /><br />I know most of them by heart. I can also tell you the name of the song and who sings it with in the first 5 seconds of the song coming on. My daddy taught me well. <br /><br />I want to share with you my all time favorite song. I know I am always talking about how this song or that is my favorite but this one tops them all. I think it is the most beautiful song in the world. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.sobrino.net/lyrics/Poramor.htm">Por Amor</a> which was writing by Rafael Solano, who happens to be Dominican. Many consider this song to be the most famous Dominican song is the world, it has been recorded in just about every language by just about everyone. So here it is for you to enjoy. Make sure to check out both versions of the song. <br /><br />Here is the original sang by Nini Cafaro: <br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/akpFGsZGkc8"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/akpFGsZGkc8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />And here is Mariachi version, which is the way most people know it:<br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f6V3rJTUBzE"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f6V3rJTUBzE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br />I have to say that is my favorite version of the song, I love the way this guy sings.<br /><br />Watching that made me wonder what happened to las serenatas? We need to bring those back.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10212933.post-19268367046403241872007-08-22T20:08:00.000-07:002007-08-22T21:36:38.708-07:00I'm Getting To Know You Between The LinesWhen I was younger I would drive my mother crazy asking her questions about herself. <br /><br />" Mami, when you where younger what did you want to do with your life?"<br />" Mami, was papi your only boyfriend?" <br />" Mami, what where you like as a kid?"<br /><br />My mother would either ignore me until I got tired of waiting for her to answer and went off to bother my sisters or father or tell me to go do something and leave her alone. <br /><br />This worked until my teen years when I would sit and wait for her to answer. She would usually dance around the questions or say something so crazy that I would forget what I had originally asked her. <br /><br />As I got older, I stopped asking. <br /><br />Recently without me asking mami has been sharing little things about herself.<br /><br />It has been really great because some of the things she is telling me, are things that I have been wanting to know for years. I have always felt like my mothers life was a great big top secret mystery, and I use to joke around and tell people that my mom was really an assassin or something like that because I knew very little about her.<br /><br />I finally feel like I know my mother. I am also shocked at how similar we really are but yet at the same time how different we are. When I was younger I use to doubt the fact that I was really her daughter because we were so different. So it is nice to know that we have somethings in common.<br /><br />Through our sharing sessions I have found out a lot about my mother. Like how funny she is. Some of the things she says crack me up. She was also way cooler at my age then I will ever be, and something that I have known my whole life how incredibly strong she is. Along with a whole bunch of other great, cool, interesting only to me things. <br /><br />I am so glad that we were able to do this. It has helped me to see my mami with new eyes.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10212933.post-42422569638098203192007-07-30T19:39:00.000-07:002007-07-30T20:29:13.908-07:00Top Five Reasons Why I Love Juan Luis Guerra5. He is an amazing song writer. Have you looked up the lyrics for songs like <span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://www.lyricscafe.com/g/guerra_juan_luis/mc0386.html">Bachata Rosa</a></span>? <br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r9UIl8I6WBQ"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r9UIl8I6WBQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object> <br /><br />I picked this version of the song because it has the lyrics in English and I know that not everyone who reads this blog speaks Spanish :)<br /><br />4.He is proud of his roots and where he came from and loves to share it with the world. <br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CwMKTs5Whhc"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CwMKTs5Whhc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />Most of his music videos are shot in D.R. <br /><br />3. He joined up with <a href="http://www.mana.com.mx/">Mana</a> (one of my favorite bands) to make one of the best song of 2007. <br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4bIHyzaves"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J4bIHyzaves" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />2. I grew up listening to his music. <br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uJimpth-yNs"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uJimpth-yNs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />1. He speaks on a full variety of topics in <span style="font-style:italic;">El Costo De La Vida</span>, way back in 1992 and they are still valid today. <br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_zLpacr1DlU"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_zLpacr1DlU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />Hmm I am sure I can come up with more but I am pretty sure that everyone is jamming right about now. You can go <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Juan_Luis_Guerra">here</a> to find out some more about my beloved Juan Luis Guerra.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10212933.post-65297615099057720022007-07-18T19:48:00.000-07:002007-07-18T22:23:08.984-07:00May I Recommend: Movie, Music, Book and Website EditionHere are some of the books, movies, music and a website that I have been enjoying lately. <br /><br />First up the Movies:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaaPPW5UpC-yJuVpKKXgc-cU-1sQY40y0ZxHc1FPNkAfgJj6ppkJcyGExer9Uq6D9ltccDKNUS6-iyDztwP3JOz4Dj6c7f7C1HJBa2LG2Z-uR1Sy3klIO4-UV58_hFY-UhyphenhyphenWmrdg/s1600-h/quinceanera_l200606131558.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaaPPW5UpC-yJuVpKKXgc-cU-1sQY40y0ZxHc1FPNkAfgJj6ppkJcyGExer9Uq6D9ltccDKNUS6-iyDztwP3JOz4Dj6c7f7C1HJBa2LG2Z-uR1Sy3klIO4-UV58_hFY-UhyphenhyphenWmrdg/s320/quinceanera_l200606131558.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088737774949411490" /></a><br /><br />I just saw <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0451176/">Quinceañera</a> this weekend and fell in love with it. This is a great movie, I fell in love with <a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0328098/">Chalo González</a> who plays Tio Thomas. <br /><br />Go out and rent this movie and you will see why. Also if you are like me and cry at movies keep the tissues handy, you are going to need them for this one. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJKmNnVvHR0A3cXYLd1nosEYfuR2jxf4HTFS3km4HDjOhm5gOOUoJptLodPucZB3Ht7QxbURnWI4IKFjoCBhI-eoyQaUDSwl6GRBuuLlU01YvL9iGEvNQaV6ngVBJhBfUhaSUw2A/s1600-h/oceans13_01.jpg222.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJKmNnVvHR0A3cXYLd1nosEYfuR2jxf4HTFS3km4HDjOhm5gOOUoJptLodPucZB3Ht7QxbURnWI4IKFjoCBhI-eoyQaUDSwl6GRBuuLlU01YvL9iGEvNQaV6ngVBJhBfUhaSUw2A/s320/oceans13_01.jpg222.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088739385562147506" /></a><br /><br />You know I had to go see this one. <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0496806/">Ocean's Thirteen</a> was a fun movie to watch. I am glad that they took it back to Vegas. Al Pacino is a great addition to this already star studded cast. I love him in this movie. Also the other boys in this movie don't let you down.<br /><br /><br />Next Up Music:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeGCRUKuTXwLRCwKGRED1PnmFd7Cm1AlRY_vj73DYrvlmER6h3KNXBL27YE_tvcGbGgwRBTBeHSRTH8nAah4_gyQEf3YynbAfzIo_OszCe1L0Tbad_Q69AzdovHkNhFDfRBCka4g/s1600-h/51PQoB8+6eL._SS500_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeGCRUKuTXwLRCwKGRED1PnmFd7Cm1AlRY_vj73DYrvlmER6h3KNXBL27YE_tvcGbGgwRBTBeHSRTH8nAah4_gyQEf3YynbAfzIo_OszCe1L0Tbad_Q69AzdovHkNhFDfRBCka4g/s320/51PQoB8+6eL._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088740643987565250" /></a><br /><br />The boys of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Wont-Be-Soon-Before-Long/dp/B000P2A256/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-3758939-3693654?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1184813566&sr=8-1">Maroon 5</a> are back. I love this album. Nataly gave it to me for my birthday and I have been jamming to it since then. While the first single <span style="font-style:italic;">Makes Me Wonder</span> is good, I have to say that <span style="font-style:italic;">Goodnight Goodnight, Better That We Break, and Back At Your Door</span> are my favorites. <span style="font-style:italic;">Little Of Your Time, Wake Up Call, and Won't Go Home Without You</span> are also great songs. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2SlnvpmJB9c-Ypu-Fa8ubjiPhx5_XLbtJm1TxOpWLNNm9L4ieXPfSY0UfD1Z2Z-EKW6DIrJgkKawAViKEoSDcZXwKHMKgGRvCMFzsU8hWd1RWzyFoVChzAw19MnXFUiTrO6ZDgQ/s1600-h/El_Cartel_The_Big_Boss.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2SlnvpmJB9c-Ypu-Fa8ubjiPhx5_XLbtJm1TxOpWLNNm9L4ieXPfSY0UfD1Z2Z-EKW6DIrJgkKawAViKEoSDcZXwKHMKgGRvCMFzsU8hWd1RWzyFoVChzAw19MnXFUiTrO6ZDgQ/s320/El_Cartel_The_Big_Boss.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088742258895268562" /></a><br /><br />You know that I had to support my <a href="http://www.amazon.com/El-Cartel-Boss-Daddy-Yankee/dp/B000PDZJ0I/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-3758939-3693654?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1184813503&sr=8-1">boyfriend</a>. I am also enjoying this album although I will admit that I still have to listen to the whole thing straight through. From what I have heard so far <span style="font-style:italic;">Impacto</span> both the remix and the original version are a great choice to start a party. Also <span style="font-style:italic;">Jefe, En Sus Marcas Listos Fuera and Ella Me Levanto</span> are also good songs. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpyMfPx9JERGy7kGfRhK3XBcEAVgk55-k_nlbME-rzn4SRPJLGxcxcS-e3qc5Cw_IsXDq6l-VFkYk6IeIeGVz673VWBuz5Itfnns0mvegLmnrn5cxHsMKsYxJM44VgqUMCRjZDA/s1600-h/guerra_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQpyMfPx9JERGy7kGfRhK3XBcEAVgk55-k_nlbME-rzn4SRPJLGxcxcS-e3qc5Cw_IsXDq6l-VFkYk6IeIeGVz673VWBuz5Itfnns0mvegLmnrn5cxHsMKsYxJM44VgqUMCRjZDA/s320/guerra_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088744526638000882" /></a><br /><br />Let me start by saying that I LOVE <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Llave-Corazon-Juan-Luis-Guerra/dp/B000NA28A2/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-3758939-3693654?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1184814896&sr=8-1">Juan Luis Guerra</a>. Ok now that, that is out of the way I love this album. He said in an interview that this is his most romantic album to date, and I would have to agree with him. This whole album is just amazing. I can listen to this album from start to finish and then repeat it. I love <span style="font-style:italic;">La Llave de Mi Corazon</span> but my favorite song off of this album by far is <span style="font-style:italic;">Si Tú No Bailas Conmigo</span>. You just have to listen to it to get what I am saying. Other great songs are <span style="font-style:italic;">Que Me des Tu Cariño, Como Yo,Sólo Tengo Ojos Para Ti, A La Vera and Amores</span>. Oh what the heck the whole album is good. I suggest that you go out and buy it you wont be disappointed. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxnV56yh738VrAdCsyhHghgYmru_kvlM_WSWgN6AUVkavYkFPbBvjIaXSwQpIG69nQDA-5JebQup9dowJ5ZSQT3-jIm8pG60hcV1mT76CJmrVtAf2OpFa5omWlqIPyM6vdd9g0LA/s1600-h/LJesse&JoyEstaEsMiVida.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxnV56yh738VrAdCsyhHghgYmru_kvlM_WSWgN6AUVkavYkFPbBvjIaXSwQpIG69nQDA-5JebQup9dowJ5ZSQT3-jIm8pG60hcV1mT76CJmrVtAf2OpFa5omWlqIPyM6vdd9g0LA/s320/LJesse&JoyEstaEsMiVida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088747210992560898" /></a><br /><br />This is why I love iTunes and the song of the week. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Esta-Es-Vida-Jessy-Joy/dp/B000N3ST5W/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-3758939-3693654?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1184816258&sr=8-1">Jesse y Joy </a>where the free song of the week a while back and I fell in love with their music. The first song I heard was <span style="font-style:italic;">Espacio Sideral</span> and I loved it, so I bought the whole album without listening to the rest of the cd. I normally don't do that but something told me I would not be disappointed. Guess what? I was right. I can also listen to this album from start to finish.I know that some people compare her voice to Shakira from way back in the day. On some songs I will have to agree on others I don't think so.Either way this is a great album. My favorite song is <span style="font-style:italic;">Somos Lo Que Fue</span>. <span style="font-style:italic;">Llegaste Tu, Cielo Azul, and Ya No Quiero</span> are also great songs. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKlcD8zBD2AR7X50vt7NB5IXNfXNC1yFyilxxIyw7cwU-Abj-H2ludJI2M6f_a8Qw09dWD33IzfvAcJmSI_1ZfJtRl0IVQ0hhoEMhOjy1Mkqlp39N-bn3d9ja6YhFyrkbuDes1ww/s1600-h/51CQ6PE04ML._SS500_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKlcD8zBD2AR7X50vt7NB5IXNfXNC1yFyilxxIyw7cwU-Abj-H2ludJI2M6f_a8Qw09dWD33IzfvAcJmSI_1ZfJtRl0IVQ0hhoEMhOjy1Mkqlp39N-bn3d9ja6YhFyrkbuDes1ww/s320/51CQ6PE04ML._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088753614788799250" /></a><br /><br />I discovered <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nadie-Esta-Solo-Tiziano-Ferro/dp/B000FOQ0QO/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-3758939-3693654?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1184813640&sr=8-1">Tiziano Ferro</a> through my novela ( La Fea Mas Bella). He sang a few songs in one episode, and I liked what I heard so I check him out on iTunes. In case you can't tell by now, I love iTunes lol, anyways back to the subject at hand. I love the song <span style="font-style:italic;">Te Tomare Una Foto</span>. Oh man talk about a beautiful break up song. I also love <span style="font-style:italic;">Y Estaba Contentisimo</span>. The other song that I just love from him is <span style="font-style:italic;">Tardes Negras</span> off of his album <span style="font-style:italic;">111 Ciento Once</span>.<br /><br />Ok enough with the music on to the books:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTid2Dr0UgM2zbO7btOlAtopfjPTdN8crGGIR2TO2Qysw99_gxoactJeoKZzlVxfazx31f5LTQmTNSwrptTsDrOx3aazAaQhY7PkYSLna-3kl-zSOOqR5GzeZbGXCXli1XDxSzmw/s1600-h/41KEJVGjyUL._AA240_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTid2Dr0UgM2zbO7btOlAtopfjPTdN8crGGIR2TO2Qysw99_gxoactJeoKZzlVxfazx31f5LTQmTNSwrptTsDrOx3aazAaQhY7PkYSLna-3kl-zSOOqR5GzeZbGXCXli1XDxSzmw/s320/41KEJVGjyUL._AA240_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088755839581858594" /></a><br /><br />I loved this <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Names-Call-My-Sister-Stories/dp/0060890231">book</a>. I got it as a gift for my birthday. This book will make you laugh, cry, turn all shades of red from embarrassment, and wonder where you can find a papi chulo like Diego. It will also remind you to call your sister and tell her how much you love her. At least I know that I did. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgts2rR1BtVFy3o9F5-vz_ZEKdQdr3RxMUTLqU9cWADPGrD7PWyVdK9GDyfbXC6_z-AAObD2lkmNqtYtwX6tvNKViZACo0mcX-pMEoYK7iaM-8KBTziVdOu_NIYcNdLDK11PDIK4Q/s1600-h/n182825.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgts2rR1BtVFy3o9F5-vz_ZEKdQdr3RxMUTLqU9cWADPGrD7PWyVdK9GDyfbXC6_z-AAObD2lkmNqtYtwX6tvNKViZACo0mcX-pMEoYK7iaM-8KBTziVdOu_NIYcNdLDK11PDIK4Q/s320/n182825.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088756960568322866" /></a><br /><br />I am addicted to the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Shopaholic-Baby-Sophie-Kinsella/dp/0385338708">Shopaholic </a>series. So when I got this book for my birthday I was super excited and could not wait to read it. Although this book start out a little slow once it picks up you wont want to put it down. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPlWaC8faadU2gr0OaWjhdJQ36q-gZ6tNnAEKHigSG1GfDznl8Bs3zbb4yUM3FuesmFNEQ5ZngffdIKSORXj_D0JxoJ7R93AsJkt_kUJS7Qappmnq3X6Zy-9BzGKbCGaQf_27lQg/s1600-h/51WN5F97F7L._SS500_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPlWaC8faadU2gr0OaWjhdJQ36q-gZ6tNnAEKHigSG1GfDznl8Bs3zbb4yUM3FuesmFNEQ5ZngffdIKSORXj_D0JxoJ7R93AsJkt_kUJS7Qappmnq3X6Zy-9BzGKbCGaQf_27lQg/s320/51WN5F97F7L._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088758064374917954" /></a><br /><br />This was also a great <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Undomestic-Goddess-Sophie-Kinsella/dp/0385338694/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-3758939-3693654?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1184818700&sr=8-1">book</a>. Same as above once you start you don't want to stop.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ5jWIlehSlz3wd-xj16P6IfethlMj5r_MLPwW1BHWhYubD62zaaGuZpwDmnDwCoRc9MuXYNtk6AST5CIiyQ_pWm9GfkF5ICxA-4dJLpPHEGzCPuJBwHOv0c3gKo8A4N-xpM5Nag/s1600-h/2006-06-reyna.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ5jWIlehSlz3wd-xj16P6IfethlMj5r_MLPwW1BHWhYubD62zaaGuZpwDmnDwCoRc9MuXYNtk6AST5CIiyQ_pWm9GfkF5ICxA-4dJLpPHEGzCPuJBwHOv0c3gKo8A4N-xpM5Nag/s320/2006-06-reyna.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088758373612563282" /></a><br /><br />This is a amazing <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Across-Hundred-Mountains-Reyna-Grande/dp/0743269578">book</a>.If you have not read it yet, I suggest you stop by your local bookstore and pick it up. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbiREHZtxrofDnGWKQMZ-Qfjc222wS5IAhcbHdjrT5qWIM9TkTTZ70P6qk_UMpAoDhWdJONo3LrHBB4393qwO0IGm_wgzoedefjILbfKJouVz1qRAWzQA17f7zi6BSIGFytQhx0A/s1600-h/21820BDRY0L._SS500_.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbiREHZtxrofDnGWKQMZ-Qfjc222wS5IAhcbHdjrT5qWIM9TkTTZ70P6qk_UMpAoDhWdJONo3LrHBB4393qwO0IGm_wgzoedefjILbfKJouVz1qRAWzQA17f7zi6BSIGFytQhx0A/s320/21820BDRY0L._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088758880418704226" /></a><br /><br />This <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Enriques-Journey-Sonia-Nazario/dp/0812971787/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/002-3758939-3693654?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1184818766&sr=8-1">book</a> broke my heart. There where times where I had to put it down because I could not read it due to the tears in my eyes. I can't believe what we as human beings do to other human beings. If you read just one book off of this list this is the one I suggest you pick. No matter where you stand on the immigration debate this is a must read. <br /><br />While I was reading this book this song and video kept popping into my head. You all know I love Ricardo Arjona, and while I am not a big fan or Norteño music the lyrics to this song are so powerful that I had to share. <br /><br /><object width="425" height="350"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S32kYpjK1OM"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S32kYpjK1OM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"></embed></object><br /><br />And now for the website:<br /><br />If you are a book worm like me then you are going to love <a href="http://www.shelfari.com/">Shelfari</a>. Go on check it out. <br /><br />That is the list for now.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10212933.post-37181618510555957962007-07-07T21:31:00.000-07:002007-07-10T18:37:51.461-07:00All You Need Is LoveI have signed into blogger and looked at a blank posting screen so many times now that I lost count. I have a feeling that I should write an entry, but when it is time to write something I can't think of a single thing that I want to write about.<br /><br />I finally have something to write about. Yay! Go Me!<br /><br />Anyways on to the post... <br /><br />My birthday was last month (June 2) and it quickly turned from a day into a month long celebration. Just about every other day it seemed during the month of June, I would receive either a phone call, email, e-card, birthday card, gift, party, flowers, serenade, or a cake made in honor of my birthday. This is the first time that anything like that has happened to me and it was pretty much amazing. It really made me feel blessed and loved. So needless to say June was a great month. <br /><br />Some how and I blame Caro for this (cause I got to blame someone for it :) ), word got out that I love to read and just about everyone I know gave me either a book or a gift card to Borders or Barnes and Nobles. I have been spending the last couple of days reading some of my new books. So far three down eight to go. <br /><br />One of the parents from the program I work at made me a beautiful cake. Which caused quite the commotion when I brought it home. Oh in case you wanted to know the cake was yummy, as where all the cakes and treats that I received for my birthday. <br /><br />I spent the actual day sleeping in...lol. Ok that did not happen, I actually spent the day working in the garden with my mother and then later on in the evening Nataly took me out to eat and for a drink. After dinner we went to my cousins house for more drinking and some fun times with the family.<br /><br /> Caro called me from Argentina. Which totally made my day and my paternal grandparents serenaded me with Las Mananitas (by phone of course seeing as they live in Ny) like they do every year. Which always makes me cry. Mostly because I miss them so much. <br /><br />This has so far been the best birthday I have had ever hand down. I want to thank everyone for all the well wishes, laughs, tears, songs, amazing gifts, cakes and parties that have made my birthday extra special this year.Karlahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03484330995923968990noreply@blogger.com5