<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445638799778024815</id><updated>2011-07-28T17:41:25.770-07:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='Kristelyee'/><category term='Donovan'/><category term='movies'/><category term='food'/><category term='Venting'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s'/><category term='family'/><category term='friends'/><category term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>New Beginnings...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445638799778024815/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ERuyeras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375185613790791206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvDdhWt9cfA/SwxXNlkKR5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/IYULRSH2h9U/S220/workpic.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445638799778024815.post-8344778532385385061</id><published>2010-03-28T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T11:35:31.614-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donovan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>The Time Traveler's Wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i48.tinypic.com/so273d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/so273d.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've watched this movie in the theater and cried when Rachel McAdams's character and the daughter were hugging each other in the bed.&amp;nbsp; It got me again when I got my copy on Blu-Ray in the mail from Amazon.&amp;nbsp; So weird that during the whole movie, Donovan just kept looking at me and giving me this look like he just wanted to tell me something.&amp;nbsp; I love it when he just stares deep into my eyes... I know he's sincere and that's all I need in my life.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't even have to say a word... I just know.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1445638799778024815-8344778532385385061?l=eruyeras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/feeds/8344778532385385061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-travelers-wife.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445638799778024815/posts/default/8344778532385385061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445638799778024815/posts/default/8344778532385385061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/2010/03/time-travelers-wife.html' title='The Time Traveler&apos;s Wife'/><author><name>ERuyeras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375185613790791206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvDdhWt9cfA/SwxXNlkKR5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/IYULRSH2h9U/S220/workpic.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i48.tinypic.com/so273d_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445638799778024815.post-1644634771018044123</id><published>2010-03-04T07:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T07:49:37.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother-Daughter Bonding</title><content type='html'>Kristelyee hasn't been feeling the greatest, but she still tends to play and smile through it. If she doesn't show that, then that's when I know she really isn't feeling well at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/03/04/527.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/03/04/s_527.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were playing telephone. She kept putting Donovan's iPhone to her ear saying, "Hi?" Then she tried to hold up his phone to take a picture of herself by saying, "Cheez!" But she didn't know what button to press.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/03/04/528.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/03/04/s_528.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristelyee grabbed me and pressed her face against mine to take a picture together. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/03/04/529.jpg'&gt;&lt;img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/03/04/s_529.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I put my iPhone in front of her face to snap a photo, she picks her nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1445638799778024815-1644634771018044123?l=eruyeras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/feeds/1644634771018044123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/2010/03/mother-daughter-bonding.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445638799778024815/posts/default/1644634771018044123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445638799778024815/posts/default/1644634771018044123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/2010/03/mother-daughter-bonding.html' title='Mother-Daughter Bonding'/><author><name>ERuyeras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375185613790791206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvDdhWt9cfA/SwxXNlkKR5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/IYULRSH2h9U/S220/workpic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445638799778024815.post-7119680277631909865</id><published>2010-03-01T18:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T18:19:06.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Decision</title><content type='html'>Long blogs on here, short/quick blogs on Tumblr. Check it out: mama-lizzybee.tumblr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1445638799778024815-7119680277631909865?l=eruyeras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/feeds/7119680277631909865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/2010/03/decision.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445638799778024815/posts/default/7119680277631909865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445638799778024815/posts/default/7119680277631909865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/2010/03/decision.html' title='Decision'/><author><name>ERuyeras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375185613790791206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvDdhWt9cfA/SwxXNlkKR5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/IYULRSH2h9U/S220/workpic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445638799778024815.post-4369597219192807051</id><published>2010-02-28T08:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T08:02:31.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging from iPhone</title><content type='html'>I just downloaded the BlogPress app so I could blog from my iPhone since going on Blogspot through Safari on my phone was giving me problems. We'll see how I end up liking this app. But FYI, I made a Tumblr account since the app for that to blog on has more features. Find me at mama-lizzybee.tumblr.com and stay tuned with what I decide to do with both blog sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1445638799778024815-4369597219192807051?l=eruyeras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/feeds/4369597219192807051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/2010/02/blogging-from-iphone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445638799778024815/posts/default/4369597219192807051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445638799778024815/posts/default/4369597219192807051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/2010/02/blogging-from-iphone.html' title='Blogging from iPhone'/><author><name>ERuyeras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375185613790791206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvDdhWt9cfA/SwxXNlkKR5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/IYULRSH2h9U/S220/workpic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445638799778024815.post-4827672452742130676</id><published>2010-02-18T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T14:20:01.860-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristelyee'/><title type='text'>My Baby Girl... So Grown!</title><content type='html'>Please slow down just a little bit for Mommy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs369.snc3/23725_1381075407036_1236457609_31101505_5540851_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="320" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs369.snc3/23725_1381075407036_1236457609_31101505_5540851_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs369.snc3/23725_1381075847047_1236457609_31101506_1155526_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="320" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs369.snc3/23725_1381075847047_1236457609_31101506_1155526_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1445638799778024815-4827672452742130676?l=eruyeras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/feeds/4827672452742130676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-baby-girl-so-grown.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445638799778024815/posts/default/4827672452742130676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445638799778024815/posts/default/4827672452742130676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-baby-girl-so-grown.html' title='My Baby Girl... So Grown!'/><author><name>ERuyeras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375185613790791206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvDdhWt9cfA/SwxXNlkKR5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/IYULRSH2h9U/S220/workpic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445638799778024815.post-5937865673913491792</id><published>2010-02-18T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T11:25:17.696-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donovan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristelyee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Valentine's/Presidents' Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the 12th, Donovan only worked for 3 hours.&amp;nbsp; He took me to watch &lt;em&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/em&gt; after I got off from work and it was the cutest movie!&amp;nbsp; It reminded me of &lt;em&gt;He's Just Not That Into You&lt;/em&gt; because it had an all-star cast.&amp;nbsp; Right after, we walked around the mall and we got Bliss original yogurt with our faves mochi and mangoes.&amp;nbsp; Then we had to go to Best Buy to pick up our iTrip that we ordered online for our iPhones.&amp;nbsp; Yay!&amp;nbsp; No more burning music onto cds!&amp;nbsp; We can also listen to music from Pandora and iheartradio apps.&amp;nbsp; Lastly, we had a late dinner at Panera Bread.&amp;nbsp; Mmmm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the 13th, we drove over to North Bend to do some shopping.&amp;nbsp; Got Kristelyee some new dunks at the Nike Outlet (I swear, this girl gets a new pair of shoes everytime we go shopping).&amp;nbsp; We also bought the Pyrex set that we had been eyeing since the last time we went shopping there.&amp;nbsp; I also had to buy birthday presents for 2 of Kristelyee's friends that turned 1.&amp;nbsp; We had to miss their parties, since she was with her Dad that weekend.&amp;nbsp; I also bought myself a new wristlet since my old one has been misplaced after moving so much.&amp;nbsp; Donovan and I also tried looking for outfits for later that night, but no luck... even after going to Supermall too.&amp;nbsp; We also hit up Lover's to get Teets' "Dirty 30" Birthday present.&amp;nbsp; It was so busy there, but then again... we went the day BEFORE Valentine's Day.&amp;nbsp; We got him some pretty &lt;em&gt;useful&lt;/em&gt; stuff and Donovan even made me sign up for membership so I could get 10% off each visit and free gift wrapping.&amp;nbsp; Gawd!&amp;nbsp; Anyway, that night we hit up Club Sno at Snoqualmie Casino for Teets' Dirty 30th Birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs132.snc3/17951_342627300820_740265820_5287968_5218109_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="200" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs132.snc3/17951_342627300820_740265820_5287968_5218109_n.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs152.snc3/17951_342627285820_740265820_5287966_1533681_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="200" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs152.snc3/17951_342627285820_740265820_5287966_1533681_n.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;For the first time out of all the times we've gone clubbing there, there were fights breaking lose all around us.&amp;nbsp; It was crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Valentine's Day, we didn't wake up until almost 10 since we didn't get home until almost 3 from the club.&amp;nbsp; I felt so shitty that I ended up going back to bed but waking up to a late breakfast in bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs183.snc3/19051_337866230820_740265820_5263029_7807102_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="240" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs183.snc3/19051_337866230820_740265820_5263029_7807102_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Right after, I went back to bed again until Donovan forced me out of bed to go to Best Buy so he could buy some Blu-Rays for us to watch that night.&amp;nbsp; We ended up getting and watching &lt;em&gt;The Proposal&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Both really good movies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.scenereleases.info/image-0F4B_4ABB5A1A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="200" src="http://img.scenereleases.info/image-0F4B_4ABB5A1A.jpg" width="158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thehdroom.com/images/bluray/large/5373.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="200" src="http://www.thehdroom.com/images/bluray/large/5373.jpg" width="158" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Donovan then took me to Cold Stone Creamery and we got some ice cream and also got some Ice Cream Cookie Sandwiches in Cookie Crumb Yum for our Valentine's dessert.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.coldstonecreamery.com/novelties/cookies.html"&gt;http://www.coldstonecreamery.com/novelties/cookies.html&lt;/a&gt; Then we went home and watched the movies and Donovan was going to cook some huli huli chicken for me for our Valentine's dinner, but I really wasn't feeling well and just ended up going to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;On Presidents' Day, Kristelyee got dropped off to us.&amp;nbsp; I was so happy to have her home.&amp;nbsp; We stayed in most of the day, since I still wasn't feeling well.&amp;nbsp; The only time we went out was to Target to get some meds.&amp;nbsp; We were going to buy her a new Ni-Hao Kai-lan doll, since the one we got her is hard and talks so much.&amp;nbsp; But the Ni-Hao section just happened to be next to the Sesame Street section and she saw "Mo" (Elmo).&amp;nbsp; Of course she had to point at the most expensive one!&amp;nbsp; Most of them talked, so that was out of the question.&amp;nbsp; But luckily we found one that didn't talk.&amp;nbsp; So we were on our way, until she saw balls.&amp;nbsp; They were huge!&amp;nbsp; So we tried looking for smaller ones, but they were all hard.&amp;nbsp; And Kristelyee started having a hit so we got her the ball.&amp;nbsp; Gosh!&amp;nbsp; I don't know what is up her butt lately, but she's been whining whenever she doesn't get what she wants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;All in all, it was a nice weekend even though I was and have been sick.&amp;nbsp; I hope I get over this soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1445638799778024815-5937865673913491792?l=eruyeras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/feeds/5937865673913491792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentinespresidents-day-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445638799778024815/posts/default/5937865673913491792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445638799778024815/posts/default/5937865673913491792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/2010/02/valentinespresidents-day-weekend.html' title='Valentine&apos;s/Presidents&apos; Day Weekend'/><author><name>ERuyeras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375185613790791206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvDdhWt9cfA/SwxXNlkKR5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/IYULRSH2h9U/S220/workpic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445638799778024815.post-722866093256302155</id><published>2010-02-12T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:20:34.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Weekend</title><content type='html'>Donovan decided to work for only 3 hours today, just so we can go watch &lt;i&gt;Valentine's Day&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://media-files.gather.com/images/d464/d226/d746/d224/d96/f3/full.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://media-files.gather.com/images/d464/d226/d746/d224/d96/f3/full.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Not only do we have this whole weekend together, but he also took Monday off, since he wasn't going to get Presidents' Day off from work.&amp;nbsp; :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1445638799778024815-722866093256302155?l=eruyeras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/feeds/722866093256302155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445638799778024815/posts/default/722866093256302155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445638799778024815/posts/default/722866093256302155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/2010/02/long-weekend.html' title='Long Weekend'/><author><name>ERuyeras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375185613790791206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvDdhWt9cfA/SwxXNlkKR5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/IYULRSH2h9U/S220/workpic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445638799778024815.post-6061308106370281830</id><published>2010-02-02T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T08:37:26.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yay!</title><content type='html'>ON FRIDAY, DON AND I FINALLY GOT OUR 3GS IPHONES. I GOT THE WHITE ONE AND HE GOT HE BLACK ONE. THE PRICE OF ACTIVATION, SERVICE AND THE PHONES ALONE CAME OUT TO BE WAY CHEAPER THAN I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE. OUR RECEIPT SAID WE SAVED $800 TOTAL! THANKS TO MY WORK DISCOUNT. PLUS WE GET A DISCOUNT EVERY BILL! SATURDAY, WE GOT OUR SCREEN PROTECTORS INSTALLED WITH A LIFETIME WARRANTY THEN GOT CASES. AND OMG, THE APPS ARE GREAT! FBING AND TWITTERING COULDN'T BE ANY EASIER THAN NOW!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1445638799778024815-6061308106370281830?l=eruyeras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/feeds/6061308106370281830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/2010/02/yay.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445638799778024815/posts/default/6061308106370281830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445638799778024815/posts/default/6061308106370281830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/2010/02/yay.html' title='Yay!'/><author><name>ERuyeras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375185613790791206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvDdhWt9cfA/SwxXNlkKR5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/IYULRSH2h9U/S220/workpic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445638799778024815.post-4377133263944903992</id><published>2010-01-11T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T19:21:28.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>Been DONE...</title><content type='html'>2010 definitely started off great for me.&amp;nbsp; I was given a chance to start my life over.&amp;nbsp; A chance to start off fresh.&amp;nbsp; I have my beautiful baby girl and a new love, a new place to call home.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't get any better than this.&amp;nbsp; But there's always going to be someone that I cannot kick out of my life, because we will for the rest of our lives have a connection... our daughter.&amp;nbsp; I've been over the fact of what you did to me a year ago.&amp;nbsp; And now, you're trying to be all nice to me, asking me if us breaking up was a loss cause.&amp;nbsp; Yes, it was.&amp;nbsp; If you had never walked out on me, our marriage, our daughter, our family... I would've never been able to live.&amp;nbsp; I would've never been able to breathe.&amp;nbsp; I would've never been able to do things on my own and experience things I never imaged doing.&amp;nbsp; I would've never met Donovan.&amp;nbsp; You asked me if I truly am happy with Donovan, I told you I was and asked you why does it matter to you when you're happy yourself.&amp;nbsp; We should never discuss anything about each other... only of our daughter.&amp;nbsp; That is the only communication I care and need to know of.&amp;nbsp; Other than that, I don't need you meddling in my life, trying to find out how I'm doing, what I'm doing, etc.&amp;nbsp; That's NONE of your concern anymore since the day you wanted a divorce.&amp;nbsp; You don't see me calling or texting you while you're having your quality time with our daughter, no.&amp;nbsp; You on the other hand... find reasons to contact me... trying to make conversation with me.&amp;nbsp; Sorry, that's no longer my department.&amp;nbsp; I don't seek friendship with you, nor do I seek to find someone to talk to in you.&amp;nbsp; I have REAL people, REAL friends, REAL family that I can do that with.&amp;nbsp; I don't need your apologies either.&amp;nbsp; I've been past that.&amp;nbsp; I can see past through you... ONCE A LIAR, ALWAYS A LIAR.&amp;nbsp; ONCE A CHEATER, ALWAYS A CHEATER.&amp;nbsp; Sorry, you can't fool me.&amp;nbsp; I don't feel one bit sorry for you in the situation you're in.&amp;nbsp; You put that upon yourself. &amp;nbsp; Just let me be.&amp;nbsp; Let me raise our daughter the way I want to when she's with me and you raise her the way you want when she's with you.&amp;nbsp; Please move on with your life and stop dwelling about what you did.&amp;nbsp; What's DONE is DONE.&amp;nbsp; Get over it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1445638799778024815-4377133263944903992?l=eruyeras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/feeds/4377133263944903992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/2010/01/been-done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445638799778024815/posts/default/4377133263944903992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445638799778024815/posts/default/4377133263944903992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/2010/01/been-done.html' title='Been DONE...'/><author><name>ERuyeras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375185613790791206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvDdhWt9cfA/SwxXNlkKR5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/IYULRSH2h9U/S220/workpic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445638799778024815.post-3366217268901783316</id><published>2009-12-23T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T11:22:42.338-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donovan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>My Heart or My Mind? Or Both? You Be the Judge...</title><content type='html'>So yesterday afternoon, Donovan and I had a pretty &lt;strong&gt;deep conversation&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; We talked about what we both want out of this relationship.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;, we've &lt;em&gt;barely&lt;/em&gt; been together for 2 months.&amp;nbsp; Yes, we &lt;strong&gt;moved in&lt;/strong&gt; together.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Fast&lt;/em&gt;?&amp;nbsp; I'm not going to lie... &lt;strong&gt;yes&lt;/strong&gt;, everything seems to be moving quickly between us even though we didn't plan it that way.&amp;nbsp; We actually wanted to take things &lt;em&gt;slow&lt;/em&gt;, but things happened and &lt;em&gt;Things Happen for a Reason&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;No&lt;/strong&gt;, we hadn't been seeing each other prior to &lt;em&gt;October 30th&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; That was the night we had first seen each other again since &lt;em&gt;July 3rd&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Even at that time, I wasn't &lt;em&gt;interested&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I wasn't trying to hook up with anyone I would meet for the first time... especially someone I'd meet at the club.&amp;nbsp; And the whole age difference bugged me A LOT at the time.&amp;nbsp; And &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;, we &lt;u&gt;didn't&lt;/u&gt; move in together because I'm&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strike&gt;pregnant&lt;/strike&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Sorry, I'm not THAT idiotic to get &lt;em&gt;knocked up&lt;/em&gt; that quickly.&amp;nbsp; I actually &lt;strong&gt;use&lt;/strong&gt; my brain thank you very much!&amp;nbsp; Besides, Kristelyee is more than a handful already... I &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; need 2 monkeys running around just yet.&amp;nbsp; I'm &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt; trying to enjoy watching Kristelyee's 1st years.&amp;nbsp; But yeah, I just had to make that clear to everyone... because I had been hearing different stories.&amp;nbsp; I know it shouldn't matter what &lt;em&gt;other&lt;/em&gt; people think, as long as God, Donovan, and I know the &lt;strong&gt;TRUTH&lt;/strong&gt;, but I just wanted to state the &lt;em&gt;facts&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like I had mentioned earlier, Donovan and I did not plan for our relationship to be moving this quickly.&amp;nbsp; It feels like we've been together for years.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;, we &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;both&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from &lt;em&gt;previous&lt;/em&gt; relationships and we &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt; have &lt;em&gt;accepted&lt;/em&gt; that.&amp;nbsp; We also agreed that &lt;em&gt;neither one of us&lt;/em&gt; could ever be &lt;strong&gt;#1&lt;/strong&gt; to each other.&amp;nbsp; We &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt; put our kids&amp;nbsp;our&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;#1 top priority&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I could&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;never&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ask&amp;nbsp;to be someone's &lt;em&gt;#1&lt;/em&gt; ahead of their kid, that's just&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;wrong&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Anyone who could ask such a thing is just straight up &lt;strong&gt;selfish&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I still have yet to meet Joshua Christian, but the way that I see Donovan interacting with Kristelyee... I can tell he's a good father, even though he doesn't get to see his son that often.&amp;nbsp; We did &lt;strong&gt;agree&lt;/strong&gt; that we wanted the same thing out of our relationship... we're &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt; in it for the &lt;em&gt;long run&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Yes&lt;/strong&gt;, it may be &lt;em&gt;too soon&lt;/em&gt;, but hell... I'm &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; getting any &lt;em&gt;younger&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; And I've &lt;strong&gt;tried&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;playing the field&lt;/em&gt;, but that's just &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who I am.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marriage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;children&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were definitely hot topics.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;When will it happen?&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;I don't know&lt;/strong&gt;... only &lt;em&gt;time&lt;/em&gt; will tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we've been &lt;strong&gt;together&lt;/strong&gt;, I was &lt;em&gt;afraid&lt;/em&gt; to really tell him how I felt.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Not&lt;/strong&gt; because I was afraid that he didn't feel the same way... &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; because I wanted to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;101%&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sure before I opened my mouth and spilled my heart out to him.&amp;nbsp; And I've been keeping my guard up since I've been hurt.&amp;nbsp; I don't want to go through the same shit I've gone through during the beginning of this year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;, it's &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt; for me to compare... but can you blame me for being cautious with my heart?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that what I'm feeling is &lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; This past year, I feel as though I've &lt;strong&gt;grown&lt;/strong&gt; as both a&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;woman&lt;/em&gt; and as a &lt;em&gt;mother&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I've been able to look past the &lt;em&gt;age difference&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;the looks&lt;/em&gt;, and all those other characteristics that people tend to look at when&amp;nbsp;choosing a partner.&amp;nbsp; Look at how the person treats you, &lt;em&gt;cares about you&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;loves you&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;accepts you for who you are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Don't ever try to change a person, because if you do... that's not really who they are.&amp;nbsp; Follow &lt;strong&gt;both&lt;/strong&gt; your &lt;em&gt;heart&lt;/em&gt; and your &lt;em&gt;mind&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Not just one or the other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1445638799778024815-3366217268901783316?l=eruyeras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/feeds/3366217268901783316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-heart-or-my-mind-or-both-you-be.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445638799778024815/posts/default/3366217268901783316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445638799778024815/posts/default/3366217268901783316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-heart-or-my-mind-or-both-you-be.html' title='My Heart or My Mind? Or Both? You Be the Judge...'/><author><name>ERuyeras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375185613790791206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvDdhWt9cfA/SwxXNlkKR5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/IYULRSH2h9U/S220/workpic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445638799778024815.post-5275062187640436676</id><published>2009-11-26T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T18:57:45.980-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donovan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kristelyee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>So Thankful...</title><content type='html'>Happy Thanksgiving to Everyone!&amp;nbsp; I truly have A LOT to be THANKFUL for this year.&amp;nbsp; First and foremost, I am most thankful for my beautiful baby girl Miss Kristelyee Elizabeth.&amp;nbsp; Without her, I probably wouldn't have been strong enough to get through this tough year.&amp;nbsp; She's the one that kept me going... she's my reason for living.&amp;nbsp; Second, I'm thankful for my family... both my family and my soon-to-be ex-in-laws.&amp;nbsp; My family has been very supportive through all of the stress, blood, and tears.&amp;nbsp; My in-laws, they kept me as part of the family... despite what their own blood did to me.&amp;nbsp; Usually blood is thicker than water, but with them... it's who's wrong and who's right.&amp;nbsp; I'm thankful for my job, even though it stresses me out... having employment is a blessing nowadays and it pays the bills.&amp;nbsp; And lastly, I'm thankful for the new found love in my life.&amp;nbsp; Donovan has been nothing but wonderful to me.&amp;nbsp; I don't ask anything of him.&amp;nbsp; He does things for me, because he WANTS to.&amp;nbsp; He's the reason I've been allowing my ex to take Kristelyee for overnight stays.&amp;nbsp; I'm surely learning a lot from him and becoming a more understanding individual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1445638799778024815-5275062187640436676?l=eruyeras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/feeds/5275062187640436676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-thankful.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445638799778024815/posts/default/5275062187640436676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1445638799778024815/posts/default/5275062187640436676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eruyeras.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-thankful.html' title='So Thankful...'/><author><name>ERuyeras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04375185613790791206</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QvDdhWt9cfA/SwxXNlkKR5I/AAAAAAAAAJk/IYULRSH2h9U/S220/workpic.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1445638799778024815.post-8016683906656193632</id><published>2009-11-23T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T15:26:46.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donovan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know I haven't blogged in almost&amp;nbsp;a year.&amp;nbsp; My life was turned upside down the beginning of 2009 and a lot has changed.&amp;nbsp; My husband of not even 2 years decided to walk out on our daughter and me to be with my &lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; best friend.&amp;nbsp; My daughter and I ended up moving in with my in-laws in the middle of March and have been living there since.&amp;nbsp; In July, I started talking to someone and had a "summer fling" for a month until things started to dissipate.&amp;nbsp; Things ended on a sour note due to me jumping to conclusions.&amp;nbsp; Started crushing a someone new in September, only to find out he was a total douche bag and at the same time... my "summer fling" decided to reappear into my life but nothing re-sparked.&amp;nbsp; For Halloween, I went out with some friends to a Halloween Ball at the club.&amp;nbsp; Saw someone that I had met back in July, whom I had originally refused to give my number to.&amp;nbsp; We clicked and the rest is history... &lt;em&gt;Official &lt;/em&gt;♥ 110809&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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