<?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-7045411347131769459</id><updated>2011-12-16T22:24:09.285-08:00</updated><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='beginning'/><title type='text'>Hope for Moms</title><subtitle type='html'>support &amp; inspiration for moms, single moms &amp; women</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>april</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906507068691592638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDhdgEJkjHI/AAAAAAAAACY/FhZfBjmayoU/S220/a+edited.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045411347131769459.post-5461857853808411485</id><published>2008-12-14T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T06:41:42.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Miles Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I have been away for months and got busy with the hustle and bustle of life. My husband had his vacation and we spent some quality time together and with the kids. I must admit that distance and time has also taken its toll in our relationship. All those months of separation created some silent conflicts and misunderstandings that even the high speed internet can't fix. It is different when two people sit down together face to face and talk things to down. Sometimes I wonder how we have done it.. one answer always come to my mind -- it must be love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;We see to it that we rekindle those feelings by going out on dates, making each other laugh, always being together and doing things together. I always thought that we are different if not opposite with each other. He has a wild and lively spirit while I'm the quiet and reserved type. Two puzzle pieces that come together and compliments each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It is sad because we have to make sacrifices for the sake of the family and our relationship has to take the backseat. We always see to it that we still put effort in making each other feel special even with the circumstances. With eyes wide shut, we tolerate the pain of separation because we have a family to raise and we are parents to make it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/209/C805F7B3CBD4D8AF853645309C6965B9.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045411347131769459-5461857853808411485?l=hope4moms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/feeds/5461857853808411485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045411347131769459&amp;postID=5461857853808411485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/5461857853808411485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/5461857853808411485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/2008/12/miles-away.html' title='Miles Away'/><author><name>april</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906507068691592638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDhdgEJkjHI/AAAAAAAAACY/FhZfBjmayoU/S220/a+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045411347131769459.post-3562271613535951178</id><published>2008-08-25T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T04:46:25.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip to the Movies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Watching a movie has always been a great way to relax and to escape from the realities of the world. It can take you to a far away kingdom or be the leading lady of the man of your dreams. Although I am a book lover at heart, movies are also excellent mediums to gain knowledge and expand our imagination. #1 on my list is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL,&lt;/span&gt; a rare kind of film because it touches almost every kind of human emotions. I thought that it was impossible, but this film did.. It made me cry, laugh, think, angry.. a roller coaster of emotions!  Here are some of my favorite movies I can watch over and over and OVER again (get it?)....  drop me a comment to post your favorites... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-d4.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791335541716&amp;amp;site=widget-d4.slide.com" style="width: 400px; height: 400px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 400px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791335541716&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d4.slide.com/p1/2522015791335541716/bb_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791335541716&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-d4.slide.com/p4/2522015791335541716/bb_t040_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/209/C805F7B3CBD4D8AF853645309C6965B9.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045411347131769459-3562271613535951178?l=hope4moms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/feeds/3562271613535951178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045411347131769459&amp;postID=3562271613535951178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/3562271613535951178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/3562271613535951178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/2008/08/trip-to-movies.html' title='Trip to the Movies'/><author><name>april</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906507068691592638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDhdgEJkjHI/AAAAAAAAACY/FhZfBjmayoU/S220/a+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045411347131769459.post-3671283694051166348</id><published>2008-08-21T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T23:15:49.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_top" title="Click to customize this Kimi-Image with your own Messages and Photos on Imikimi.com!" href="http://imikimi01.com/link/link_through/102762765"&gt;&lt;img alt="proud mommy  mommy proud" src="http://images65.imikimi.com/image/images_full/102762765.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Yna when she won as first runner up in Ms. Healthy Kid. She sang "Rainbow Connection". It was one of those Mommy's proud moments. She will always be the winner to me. Mommy has nothing to give you except hugs, kisses and this poem I made for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Angel Without Wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Angels are supposed to be in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Making GOD  happy, and flying high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But you are here with me and not above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Spreading joy and smiles and love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I want you to know that I will be thankful forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will keep you from harm and will leave you never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Even from life's tears and pain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mommy will be here before and after the rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I will cry with you and laugh with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't be afraid to try and be the best in what you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For you are destined to do great things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You are an angel without wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;L O V E Y O U B A B Y . . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/209/C805F7B3CBD4D8AF853645309C6965B9.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045411347131769459-3671283694051166348?l=hope4moms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/feeds/3671283694051166348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045411347131769459&amp;postID=3671283694051166348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/3671283694051166348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/3671283694051166348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/2008/08/proud-moment.html' title='Proud Moment'/><author><name>april</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906507068691592638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDhdgEJkjHI/AAAAAAAAACY/FhZfBjmayoU/S220/a+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045411347131769459.post-2666324593775548501</id><published>2008-08-04T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:14:01.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainlover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.photobucket.com/image/raining/Cheedale/autumn5-animated.gif?o=44" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i338.photobucket.com/albums/n420/Cheedale/autumn5-animated.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have always loved the rain. I love it more than the sun or summer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just love looking  at those water drops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Even if it's gloomy, there is this feeling of hugging and just wanting to be closer to the ones I love. I guess I am most vulnerable when it is raining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Just listening to the raindrops makes me want to reminisce and think. There is no perfect time to reflect than when it is raining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever played under the rain? Well, I did. When we were young my brother and sister would play under it. Running around playing tag or making paper boats!! my parents seldom permit  us to do that because more often than not we would end up with colds. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Rain brings back memories of a simple life and that once I was a child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I would love to dance in the rain someday.... with my husband of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;MAY THE RAIN BRING YOU HAPPINESS &amp;amp; SMILES.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/209/C805F7B3CBD4D8AF853645309C6965B9.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045411347131769459-2666324593775548501?l=hope4moms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/feeds/2666324593775548501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045411347131769459&amp;postID=2666324593775548501' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/2666324593775548501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/2666324593775548501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/2008/08/rainlover.html' title='Rainlover'/><author><name>april</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906507068691592638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDhdgEJkjHI/AAAAAAAAACY/FhZfBjmayoU/S220/a+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045411347131769459.post-2338512948261104449</id><published>2008-07-23T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T00:20:23.239-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Queer Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SIgscGWNpvI/AAAAAAAAADw/PPWv5ZKPPqU/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SIgscGWNpvI/AAAAAAAAADw/PPWv5ZKPPqU/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226476228815202034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This may sound a little off track to what i usually write, but I just have this weird feeling about the environment that I would like to share. I was riding today in a public utility vehicle with my daughter and it just struck me.... things really are far from what it used to be.  Not only do I  see  the rapidly changing environment but the human lifestyle as well. Things, music, food, traditions, animals, humans, trees, almost everything are all evolving!!! I wonder if the next generation will appreciate the beauty of simplicity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I still remember when things are simple. Now, everything is so hard. I wonder if the world is in quiet chaos. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;QUIET CHAOS&lt;/span&gt;?!! what the heck is that? I don't know.... I just fumble the words in my ever thinking mind. I guess it is a result of man being indifferent to the things going on around him. Pretending he won't become affected or telling himself that the world  will always be  revolving and that everything is just A-OK.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is wrong. I just hope mankind will discover what it is soon before it is too late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/209/C805F7B3CBD4D8AF853645309C6965B9.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045411347131769459-2338512948261104449?l=hope4moms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/feeds/2338512948261104449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045411347131769459&amp;postID=2338512948261104449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/2338512948261104449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/2338512948261104449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/2008/07/queer-change.html' title='Queer Change'/><author><name>april</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906507068691592638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDhdgEJkjHI/AAAAAAAAACY/FhZfBjmayoU/S220/a+edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SIgscGWNpvI/AAAAAAAAADw/PPWv5ZKPPqU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045411347131769459.post-5333243751709984941</id><published>2008-07-17T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T02:21:06.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloom Where You Are Planted...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;"Bloom where you are planted.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I read this line at some book in our college library and it stuck to me ever since. It was the time of my life when my ambitions are in its highest. During college, we are filled with excitement and wondering on how our future will be. We all hope of a better life and a bright future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Looking back now, and a bit wiser now.... things don't usually turn out the way I exactly saw it. There where a lot of opportunities that were turned down and crossroads that defined the path I took.  Making choices  really is hard but standing by those choices  will prove to be the most difficult of all. If you are married with kids or unmarried with a child or children, priorities change. I know that every mom could relate that it will always be the kids that will top our list and not ourselves. Whatever it is that I wanted has to take the backseat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here I am.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I am blooming where I am planted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I may have big plans for me back then, but God has bigger and better plans for me. He made me a mother to two wonderful children and a wife to a very loving husband. I am not just making the most out of it, I am enjoying every minute of it. There is no other place I wanted to be more than here.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;HOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="114" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://songza.com/e/listen"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://songza.com/e/listen" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="zName=Switchfoot%20-%22This%20is%20Home%22%20-%20THE%20CHRONICLES%20OF%20NARNIA&amp;amp;zId=a2r3-N0ykm1v9xbU&amp;amp;zAutostart=false&amp;amp;zType=flv" height="114" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/209/C805F7B3CBD4D8AF853645309C6965B9.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045411347131769459-5333243751709984941?l=hope4moms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/feeds/5333243751709984941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045411347131769459&amp;postID=5333243751709984941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/5333243751709984941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/5333243751709984941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/2008/07/bloom-where-you-are-planted.html' title='Bloom Where You Are Planted...'/><author><name>april</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906507068691592638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDhdgEJkjHI/AAAAAAAAACY/FhZfBjmayoU/S220/a+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045411347131769459.post-1311396763009862437</id><published>2008-07-15T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T17:46:29.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>for my Tita Neneth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SH1UVllAXkI/AAAAAAAAADo/9ldu0rQNUdg/s1600-h/rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SH1UVllAXkI/AAAAAAAAADo/9ldu0rQNUdg/s400/rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223423872660954690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Losing someone will always be painful especially if the parting means it will  be forever. My Tita Neneth passed away last July 5 and she was living in the US with my grandma and other two aunts. She died of pelvic cancer and they told me she was in pain. I saw her last pictures and though she lost weight, she still has that happy smile across her face. She was always strong. She was fighting to live, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;even in her suffering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.  I can still remember how she taught us about life, that we should finish our studies, get a great job and help my family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess I will never have the chance to thank her for all the things she has done for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;After my father died (I was 10) she sent me and my other two siblings to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Its just sad that she never saw my two kids. We have not talked since I conceived my first baby. I know I disappointed her, because I started a family too soon. I still have the guilt feeling because I know they expected a lot from me. Guilt feelings not only for her but for my mom as well. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know she will be somewhere safe and happy. Together with my Papa and itay. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope she will find it in her heart to forgive me. May she look down upon me and see how fulfilled mother I am together with my family. I will never forget you and I will forever love and miss you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.voicesfromheaven.org.uk/TITANENETH.html"&gt;In memory of my loving aunt...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/209/C805F7B3CBD4D8AF853645309C6965B9.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045411347131769459-1311396763009862437?l=hope4moms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/feeds/1311396763009862437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045411347131769459&amp;postID=1311396763009862437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/1311396763009862437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/1311396763009862437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-my-tita-neneth.html' title='for my Tita Neneth'/><author><name>april</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906507068691592638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDhdgEJkjHI/AAAAAAAAACY/FhZfBjmayoU/S220/a+edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SH1UVllAXkI/AAAAAAAAADo/9ldu0rQNUdg/s72-c/rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045411347131769459.post-8015509409565895538</id><published>2008-07-04T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T22:36:32.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REALITY CHECK: Are you successful?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Ca%20href=" com="" albums="" p242="" carlapryor="" action="view&amp;amp;current=stop.gif&amp;quot;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i130.photobucket.com/albums/p242/carlapryor/stop.gif" alt="Stop" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is a checkpoint! A checkpoint whether you are successful or not on this very minute, on this very moment in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before evaluating yourself, THINK ABOUT THIS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Many women feel they are left behind by the societal definition of success. The success that mothers achieve in the home which is not only considerable in itself but indispensable to the success of nations is completely undervalued if not completely ignored. There are also many examples of women who achieved so much in one field (career), and have miserable failures on the other (relationships).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The meaning of success will always have a different meaning to various of people. There is no true meaning only interpretation of our own definition. Indicators of being successful may be in the form of wealth, fame, or even power. These are worldly conformities of course, the one we were oriented to attain in order to be happy. A philosopher once said &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"... if we think that to have happiness in our lives is success, then we would be wrong. Since happiness and sorrow follows each other and comes by rotation..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The very best indicator of our success lies in our &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;HEART&lt;/span&gt;. The heart never lies. Even if the whole world envy us for having so much, but there is a vacuum in our heart, that makes everything meaningless. God judges the heart. You are a success if you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;live a life from your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/209/C805F7B3CBD4D8AF853645309C6965B9.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045411347131769459-8015509409565895538?l=hope4moms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/feeds/8015509409565895538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045411347131769459&amp;postID=8015509409565895538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/8015509409565895538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/8015509409565895538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/2008/07/reality-check-are-you-successful.html' title='REALITY CHECK: Are you successful?'/><author><name>april</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906507068691592638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDhdgEJkjHI/AAAAAAAAACY/FhZfBjmayoU/S220/a+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045411347131769459.post-1388415621952424389</id><published>2008-07-03T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T04:38:25.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you ever ponder on what could have been if you chose a different option or walked a different path? Even if it seems pointless to think about it, we sometimes can't help but think of the possible events that might or might not change our present state. A student may say to himself, " I should have reviewed.." after flunking an exam, or " If I have only chosen a man with a decent job,  I wouldn't be living the rest of my life as a dishwasher," an unhappy wife tells her friend. No matter how small or life changing it might have been, we all have bits and pieces of our past that we want to relive again. But the thing with these wishful thinking is that we know it can never be brought back again. Unless we have a time machine of course :) That  is why TODAY is so precious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Which of the things in life should we value more in order to optimize our today's existence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; I believe that to each is his own. But I will let ERMA BOMBECK answer this for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;by Erma Bombeck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;(Written after she found out she was dying from cancer).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I would have talked less and listened more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I would have sat on the lawn! With my grass stains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;There would have been more "I love you's"; more "I'm sorry's."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it... Live it and never give it back. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;STOP SWEATING THE SMALL STUFF!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Don't worry about who doesn't like you, who has more, or who's doing what. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Instead; let's cherish the relationships we have with those who do love us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Let's think about what God HAS blessed us with, and what we are doing each day to promote ourselves mentally, physically, and emotionally.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I hope that you have a great day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/209/C805F7B3CBD4D8AF853645309C6965B9.png" style="border: medium none ; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045411347131769459-1388415621952424389?l=hope4moms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/feeds/1388415621952424389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045411347131769459&amp;postID=1388415621952424389' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/1388415621952424389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/1388415621952424389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/2008/07/regrets.html' title='Regrets'/><author><name>april</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906507068691592638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDhdgEJkjHI/AAAAAAAAACY/FhZfBjmayoU/S220/a+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045411347131769459.post-9121323724507661542</id><published>2008-06-14T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:04:55.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's day tribute to my husband</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: 488px; height: 415px;" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d7a59354d7a51324d413d3d0d0a&amp;amp;campaign=blog_playback_link&amp;amp;blogview=true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Click to play the BEST daddy..." src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d7a59354d7a51324d413d3d0d0a.jpg" style="border: medium none ;" height="330" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&amp;amp;campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/209/C805F7B3CBD4D8AF853645309C6965B9.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045411347131769459-9121323724507661542?l=hope4moms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/feeds/9121323724507661542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045411347131769459&amp;postID=9121323724507661542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/9121323724507661542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/9121323724507661542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day-tribute-to-my-husband.html' title='Father&apos;s day tribute to my husband'/><author><name>april</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906507068691592638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDhdgEJkjHI/AAAAAAAAACY/FhZfBjmayoU/S220/a+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045411347131769459.post-1511399938815593839</id><published>2008-06-09T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:05:22.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sometimes we all get caught up with our busy lives that we tend to forget how beautiful life is. One of the best way to make a difference in someone else's life is by&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;smiling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;When you smile, you give others a part of you that is positive and at the same time you are giving yourself the ability to conquer life's difficulties from within. It makes you feel good, makes feel others good &amp;amp; makes the world a better place to live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Of course, we cannot force other people to smile back. But the seed of an act of kindness through smiling can make miracles and wonders. Smile everyday, even if your struggling, Smile in the midst of suffering, Smile when others say bad things about you or things are not going your way. It reflects the hope we have and the goodness that we know will come our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;        P.S. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suggest for you to play this game which will give you tons of good laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD DAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.y8.com/games/Cursor"&gt;Cursor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.y8.com/gfx/cursor.jpg" border="0" height="135" width="180" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to play this game&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/209/C805F7B3CBD4D8AF853645309C6965B9.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045411347131769459-1511399938815593839?l=hope4moms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/feeds/1511399938815593839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045411347131769459&amp;postID=1511399938815593839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/1511399938815593839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/1511399938815593839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy.html' title='Happy!!!'/><author><name>april</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906507068691592638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDhdgEJkjHI/AAAAAAAAACY/FhZfBjmayoU/S220/a+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045411347131769459.post-6407305217031079847</id><published>2008-06-04T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T13:31:09.165-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Pregnancy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SEoYlHWU1gI/AAAAAAAAADI/uzdhi326rk0/s1600-h/preggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SEoYlHWU1gI/AAAAAAAAADI/uzdhi326rk0/s400/preggy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209002944914314754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If you have just learned that your teen is having a baby, you are probably experiencing a wide range of emotions, from shock and disappointment to grief and worry about the future. And although some parents are embarrassed by their teen's pregnancy and worried about how family, friends, and neighbors will react, others are happy over the news of a soon-to-be grandchild - especially if the teen is older and in a mature relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Whatever feelings you're experiencing, this is likely to be a difficult time for your family. The important thing to realize is &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;that your teen needs you now more than ever&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. Being able to communicate with each other - especially when emotions are running high - is essential. Teens that are carrying a baby to term have special health concerns, and your child will have a healthier pregnancy - emotionally and physically - if she knows she doesn't have to go it alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So what can you do as the parent of a teen having a baby? Recognize your feelings and work through them so that you can accept and support her. Does that mean you don't have the right to feel disappointed and even angry? No. Such reactions are common. You might have a strong flood of emotions to deal with, especially at first. But the reality of the upcoming baby means that you'll have to get beyond your initial feelings for the sake of your teen and her child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;If you need help coping with your feelings about the situation, talk to someone you trust or seek professional counseling. A neutral third party can be a great resource at a time like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Although the rate for teen pregnancies have dipped since the early 1990s, the United States still has the dubious distinction of having the highest rate of teen pregnancy among other countries of similar status. So if you are parent of a teenager, what else can you do to help prevent your teenager from getting pregnant or getting someone pregnant? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Keep communication between you      and your teen open so that talking about sex is easier to broach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Be approachable so that if your      teenager has questions about sex or relationships, you can be ready with      answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Teach your family values and      help your teen see how much they are worth. Explain that no one should be      able to make him or her feel like they have to be sexually active.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Encourage safe and fun      activities and sports. Show them their strengths and keep education a top      priority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Watch for warning signs of heavy      relationships with the opposite sex. Also watch for signs of depression or      a drop off in previously enjoyed activities. You may need to take further      steps to help them avoid becoming sexually promiscuous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Teach your teenager the problems      associated with unsafe sex. Show him or the diseases that can result as      well as the threat of unplanned pregnancy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Know what your teenager is doing      and where they like to hang out. Make your home an open place for your      teenager’s friends and encourage fun activities at responsible and      respected places. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Just a short time ago your teens biggest concerns might have been hanging out with her friends and wondering what clothes to wear. Now she's dealing with morning sickness and scheduling prenatal visits. Her world has been turned upside down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Most unmarried teens don't plan on becoming pregnant, and they're often terrified when it happens. Many, particularly younger teens, keep the news of their pregnancies secret because they fear the anger and disappointment of their parents. Some might even deny to themselves that they are pregnant - which makes it even more important for parents to step in and find medical care for their teen as early in the pregnancy as possible. Younger teens' pregnancies, in particular, are considered high risk because their bodies haven't finished growing and are not yet fully mature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Teen boys who are going to become fathers also need the involvement of their parents. Although some boys may welcome the chance to be involved with their children, others feel frightened and guilty and may need to be encouraged to face their responsibilities (the father is legally responsible for child support in every state). That doesn't mean, however, that you should pressure your teen son or daughter into an unwanted marriage. Offer advice, but remember that forcing your opinions on your teen or using threats is likely to backfire in the long run. There's no "one size fits all" solution here. Open communication between you and your teen will help as you consider the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.womenshealthchannel.com/teenpregnancy/"&gt;teen pregnancy&lt;/a&gt; is a life-changing and scary event. If you're a pregnant teenager, you can help yourself and your baby by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;ul type="disc"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Taking your prenatal vitamins      for your health and to prevent some birth defects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Avoiding smoking, &lt;a href="http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/pregnancyandsubstanceabuse.html"&gt;alcohol      and drugs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Using a condom, if you are still      having sex, to prevent sexually transmitted diseases that could hurt your      baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/209/C805F7B3CBD4D8AF853645309C6965B9.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045411347131769459-6407305217031079847?l=hope4moms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/feeds/6407305217031079847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045411347131769459&amp;postID=6407305217031079847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/6407305217031079847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/6407305217031079847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/2008/06/teenage-pregnanacy.html' title='Teenage Pregnancy'/><author><name>april</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906507068691592638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDhdgEJkjHI/AAAAAAAAACY/FhZfBjmayoU/S220/a+edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SEoYlHWU1gI/AAAAAAAAADI/uzdhi326rk0/s72-c/preggy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045411347131769459.post-8154699086672984459</id><published>2008-06-04T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:09:17.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Lies of a Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="visibility: visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-a5.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" style="width: 426px; height: 320px;" height="320" width="426"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-a5.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale"&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" value="cy=ms&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=648518346371426981&amp;amp;site=widget-a5.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ms&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=648518346371426981&amp;amp;map=F" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-a5.slide.com/p4/648518346371426981/ms_t043_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide42.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;As much as I would like to give credit to the author, the next entry was only a forward message. Even if I do not know the author of this beautiful creation I commend him for making such a lovely tribute to his mother. And for my husband who took the time to share it with me knowing how important this is for me. Paintings of mother &amp;amp; child taken from &lt;a href="http://www.lauriesnowhein.com/LaurieMon-Child.htm"&gt;LAURIE SNOW HEIN collection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lauriesnowhein.com/LaurieMon-Child.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:78%;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:12;color:black;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Mother always lie……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT LIES OF A MOTHER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. This story begins when I was a child: I was born poor. Often we hadn’t&lt;br /&gt;enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her portion&lt;br /&gt;of rice. While she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she would say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;"Eat this rice, son! I'm not hungry.&lt;/span&gt;" This was Mother's First Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in a river near our house;&lt;br /&gt;she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could gave me a little bit more&lt;br /&gt;nutritious food for my growth. Once she had caught just two fish, she would&lt;br /&gt;make fish soup. While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me and&lt;br /&gt;eat what was still left on the bone of the fish I had eaten; my heart&lt;br /&gt;was touched when I saw it. Once I gave the other fish to her on my chopstick&lt;br /&gt;but she immediately refused it and said&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;,” Eat this fish, son! I don't really like fish.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Mother's Second Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Then, in order to fund my education, Mother went to a Match Factory to&lt;br /&gt;bring home some used matchboxes which she filled with fresh matchsticks.&lt;br /&gt;This helped her get some money to cover our needs. One wintry night I awoke&lt;br /&gt;to find Mother filling the matchboxes by candlelight. So I said, "Mother,&lt;br /&gt;go to sleep; it's late:  you can continue working tomorrow morning." Mother&lt;br /&gt;smiled and said &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;"Go to sleep, son! I'm not tired."&lt;/span&gt; This was Mother's Third&lt;br /&gt;Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When I had to sit my Final Examination, Mother accompanied me. After&lt;br /&gt;dawn, Mother waited for me for hours in the heat of the sun. When&lt;br /&gt;the bell rang, I ran to meet her. Mother embraced me and poured me a&lt;br /&gt;glass of tea that she had prepared in a thermos. The tea was not as strong&lt;br /&gt;as my Mother's love, Seeing Mother covered with perspiration; I at once&lt;br /&gt;gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;"Drink, son! I'm not thirsty!&lt;/span&gt;”  This was Mother's Fourth Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  After Father's death, Mother had to play the role of a single parent.&lt;br /&gt;She held on to her former job; she had to fund our needs alone. Our&lt;br /&gt;family's life was more complicated. We suffered from starvation. Seeing our&lt;br /&gt;family's condition worsening, my kind Uncle who lived near my house came to&lt;br /&gt;help us solve our problems big and small. Our other neighbors saw that we were poverty stricken so&lt;br /&gt;they often advised my mother to marry again. But Mother refused to remarry&lt;br /&gt;saying &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;"I don't need love."&lt;/span&gt; This was Mother's Fifth Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. After I had finished my studies and gotten a job, it was time for my old&lt;br /&gt;Mother to retire but she carried on going to the market every morning just to sell a few vegetables. I kept sending her money but she was steadfast and even sent the money back to me. She said, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;"I have enough money."&lt;/span&gt; That was Mother's Sixth Lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I continued my part-time studies for my Master's Degree. Funded by the&lt;br /&gt;American Corporation for which I worked, I succeeded in my studies.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;With a big jump in my salary, I decided to bring Mother to enjoy life in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;America&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; but Mother didn't want to bother her son; she said to me &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt;"I'm not used to high living."&lt;/span&gt; That was Mother's Seventh Lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. In her old age, Mother was attacked by cancer and had to be&lt;br /&gt;hospitalized. Now living far across the ocean, I went home to visit&lt;br /&gt;Mother who was bedridden after an operation. Mother tried to smile but I&lt;br /&gt;was heartbroken because she was so thin and feeble but Mother said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"&gt; "Don't cry, son!  I'm not in pain."&lt;/span&gt; That was Mother's Eighth Lie. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;Telling me this eighth lie, she died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, MOTHER WAS AN ANGEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(174, 30, 174);"&gt;M - O - T - H - E - R&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" M"is for the million things she gave me, "&lt;br /&gt;O"means only that she's growing old,&lt;br /&gt;"T"is for the tears she shed to save me,&lt;br /&gt;"H"is for her heart of gold, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; "E"is for her eyes with love-light shining in them, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; "R"means right, and right she'll always be, Put them all&lt;br /&gt;together, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;they spell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"MOTHER"--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a word that means the world to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are lucky to be still blessed with&lt;br /&gt;your Mom's presence&lt;br /&gt;on Earth, this story is beautiful. For those who aren't&lt;br /&gt;so blessed, this is&lt;br /&gt;even more beautiful.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/209/C805F7B3CBD4D8AF853645309C6965B9.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045411347131769459-8154699086672984459?l=hope4moms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/feeds/8154699086672984459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045411347131769459&amp;postID=8154699086672984459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/8154699086672984459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/8154699086672984459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/2008/06/eight-lies-of-mother.html' title='Eight Lies of a Mother'/><author><name>april</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906507068691592638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDhdgEJkjHI/AAAAAAAAACY/FhZfBjmayoU/S220/a+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045411347131769459.post-6287491477886080996</id><published>2008-05-28T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:09:42.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Single Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://widget-10.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=lt&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2305843009228744720&amp;amp;site=widget-10.slide.com" style="width: 426px; height: 320px;" name="flashticker" align="middle"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="width: 426px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2305843009228744720&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-10.slide.com/p1/2305843009228744720/lt_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide1.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=lt&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2305843009228744720&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-10.slide.com/p2/2305843009228744720/lt_t016_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" ismap="ismap" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width: 426px; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=fr&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2305843009228744720&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;A&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n article on single Mom that caught my eye &amp;amp; should be read by the world. A life encompassing unconditional love towards  her children &amp;amp; herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I became a &lt;a href="http://ezinearticles.com/?Single-Mom&amp;amp;id=1165181"&gt;single mother&lt;/a&gt; when my kids were 2 and 4 years old. The details of how it happened are irrelevant. It was 16 years ago. Suggestions made by therapists to seek out other single mothers for support were useless and unhelpful. There is nothing more ridiculous than expecting another single mother to be able to support and help you when you are also a single mother. Lots of advice is given to single moms. We are the 3 legged dogs of the world. We are the outcasts and the stigmatized. We are treated differently at work by our bosses and by our married friends once we become single again. We are raising our kids to the best of our ability. Doctors, teachers, school psychologists are judgmental and unaware of the level of strength and courage that it takes to survive as a single mother. There is no commonality between the single mom and the single dad. I'm sorry. Many will disagree with what I say, but this is not only my experience but the experience of several people I have known and countless clients I have worked with. The single mother is always seen as wrong, she can never be right, she can never do enough, she can never do it the &lt;i&gt;best way &lt;/i&gt;as many married women can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single mother leaning on a single mother is like a blind person leading a blind person across the street. Both will get hit by cars. I learned in my friendships with other single moms that it was every woman for herself. " Be strong or be gone". The issue for us is always money. We never have enough of it. We need to make the household income while holding the household together. Single moms are in competition with each other for who has the worst deal. Who got screwed over in their child support and divorces more? Who has it harder? The friendships are never real, they are for survival purposes only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All along the way we hear married women moaning about their burdens and responsibilities and we are silent. We quietly carry 4 times the burden that they do and yet we reach out and support them emotionally and in every way we can. We listen to their marital problems and are secretly thankful that we aren't married anymore. We pity them even though they think they are in the envious position, they are not. We have overcome so much by living as a single mom. We have learned how to manage in the world when we were never taught how to. Our married friends aren't forced to deal with cars and money and household repairs the way that we are. That is the only common link that we single moms have with each other. We learn the hard way how to manage a career the way a man does. We don't know the rules, we never learned them as young girls. We only know how to be supportive to others and nurturing and kind. These qualities don't help us in the workplace. Bosses feel threatened by our Independence and our lack of need for a spouse. We are secretly punished for our strength at work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Single mothers cannot unite. It is impossible. Our children always come first. Their childcare is always an issue. We never have enough money to pay for all the help that we need and we cannot get the help we need from friends or family. Being a single mother is the most isolating and challenging event a human being can experience, because we are responsible not only for ourselves but for our children as well. We never look good in the eyes of others. We are always cutting corners to make things work. We can never give our kids all that we wanted to give them and we have never been enough or given enough to those who need us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are a single mom and are reading this I want to say to you, you are the strongest person in your world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You are enough and you have done more than enough. Stop trying to be perfect and stop trying to be the kind of mother that you thought you would be. It's impossible. If married mothers struggle, and they do, then your struggles are much much greater. Give yourself some credit for your immeasurable courage. Acknowledge your strength everyday. Look out for yourself and your children and stop taking care of others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are reading this and you know a single mother, share this with her. If you are not a single mother and you are reading this I hope it has made you more aware and able to see the single mothers you know in a different light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://ezinearticles.com/?Single-Mom&amp;amp;id=1165181"&gt;Debbie Simon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/209/C805F7B3CBD4D8AF853645309C6965B9.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045411347131769459-6287491477886080996?l=hope4moms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/feeds/6287491477886080996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045411347131769459&amp;postID=6287491477886080996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/6287491477886080996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/6287491477886080996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/2008/05/single-mom.html' title='Single Mom'/><author><name>april</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906507068691592638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDhdgEJkjHI/AAAAAAAAACY/FhZfBjmayoU/S220/a+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045411347131769459.post-1146976511749648728</id><published>2008-05-27T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:06:12.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of Blind Couple</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDwA_UJkjKI/AAAAAAAAACw/Z76GQSlt25A/s1600-h/th_old_couple_3413123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDwA_UJkjKI/AAAAAAAAACw/Z76GQSlt25A/s320/th_old_couple_3413123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205036357074062498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There was a blind girl who hated herself because she was blind.  In fact, she disliked everyone, except her loving boyfriend who was always there for her.  She used to tell her boyfriend, "If I could only see the world, I would marry you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her. When the bandages came off, she was able to see everything, including her boyfriend for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked her, "Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl looked at her boyfriend and saw that he was blind. The sight of his closed eyelids shocked her. She hadn't expected that. The thought of looking at them the rest of her life led her to refuse to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend left her in tears and days later wrote a note to her saying: "Take good care of your eyes, my dear, for before they were yours, they were mine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;font-size:100%;" &gt; Only a very few remember what life was like before, and who was always by their side in the most painful situations. Today before you say an &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;unkind word, think of someone who can't speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; Before you complain about the taste of your food, think of someone who has nothing to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings;font-size:100%;" &gt; Before you complain about your husband or wife, think of someone who's crying out for a companion. Today before you complain about life, think of someone who went too early to heaven. Before you complain about your children, think of someone who desires children but they're barren. Before you argue about your dirty house someone didn't clean or sweep, think of the people who are living in the streets. Before whining about the distance you drive, think of someone who walks the same distance with their feet. And when you are tired and complain about your job, think of the unemployed, the disabled, and those who wish they had your job. Before you think of pointing the finger or condemning another, remember that not one of us is without faults. And when depressing thoughts seem to get you down, put a smile on your face and count your blessings that you're alive and still around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt; "Love doesn't make the world go round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/209/C805F7B3CBD4D8AF853645309C6965B9.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045411347131769459-1146976511749648728?l=hope4moms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/feeds/1146976511749648728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045411347131769459&amp;postID=1146976511749648728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/1146976511749648728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/1146976511749648728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/2008/05/story-of-blind-couple.html' title='Story of Blind Couple'/><author><name>april</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906507068691592638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDhdgEJkjHI/AAAAAAAAACY/FhZfBjmayoU/S220/a+edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDwA_UJkjKI/AAAAAAAAACw/Z76GQSlt25A/s72-c/th_old_couple_3413123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045411347131769459.post-4175464163356627726</id><published>2008-05-26T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:06:44.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Counting our blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is the hard times... there are so many things occupying our minds and our hearts that we tend to forget some things more valuable in life. We all have our share of burdens &amp;amp; i do not know how heavy that it is you are carrying. Sometimes too, I forget to count my blessings. We all want more &amp;amp; tend to take things that we have now for granted. Pause, &amp;amp; take a few minutes to thank &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="114" width="425"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://songza.com/e/listen"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://songza.com/e/listen" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="zName=Jesus%20Take%20The%20Wheel&amp;amp;zId=a2r3-NcR8N_v0ymQ&amp;amp;zAutostart=false&amp;amp;zType=flv" height="114" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/209/C805F7B3CBD4D8AF853645309C6965B9.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045411347131769459-4175464163356627726?l=hope4moms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/feeds/4175464163356627726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045411347131769459&amp;postID=4175464163356627726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/4175464163356627726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/4175464163356627726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-hard-times.html' title='Counting our blessings'/><author><name>april</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906507068691592638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDhdgEJkjHI/AAAAAAAAACY/FhZfBjmayoU/S220/a+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045411347131769459.post-1887380652312739991</id><published>2008-05-26T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:07:12.039-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><title type='text'>You Are Blessed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee245/chelseamuhxree/wwdoit2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i233.photobucket.com/albums/ee245/chelseamuhxree/wwdoit2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you woke up this                                  morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;with more health than                                  illness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;you are more blessed than                                  the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;million who won't survive                                  the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you attend a church                                  meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;without fear of                                  harassment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;arrest, torture, or                                  death,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;you are more blessed than                                  almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;three billion people in                                  the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you have food in                                  your refrigerator,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;clothes on your                                  back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;a roof                                  over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;your head and a place to                                  sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;you are richer than 75% of                                  this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you have money in the                                  bank,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;in your wallet, and spare                                  change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;in a dish someplace, you                                  are among&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;the top 8% of the world's                                  wealthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;If your parents are                                  still married and alive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;you are very                                  rare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;especially in the                                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;United States&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you can hold                                  someone's hand, hug them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;or even touch them on the                                  shoulder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;you are blessed because                                  you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;offer God's healing                                  touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;If you can read this                                  message,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;you are more blessed than                                  over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;two billion people in the                                  world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;that cannot read anything                                  at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;You                                  are so blessed in ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;you may never even                                  know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/209/C805F7B3CBD4D8AF853645309C6965B9.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045411347131769459-1887380652312739991?l=hope4moms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/feeds/1887380652312739991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045411347131769459&amp;postID=1887380652312739991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/1887380652312739991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/1887380652312739991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-are-blessed.html' title='You Are Blessed...'/><author><name>april</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906507068691592638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDhdgEJkjHI/AAAAAAAAACY/FhZfBjmayoU/S220/a+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045411347131769459.post-6464528619951363626</id><published>2008-05-24T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:07:38.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This time, i REALLY, REALLY, REALLY DID IT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDhTM0JkjFI/AAAAAAAAACM/NVvNR26-0P0/s1600-h/th_happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 139px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDhTM0JkjFI/AAAAAAAAACM/NVvNR26-0P0/s200/th_happy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204000849048931410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am so proud of myself right now. The joy of having accomplished something that you really want just can't be described by words. It's like winning, victory or whatever that describes it. I was on the verge of frustration and even giving up, but somehow... i did not. It was a lesson for me too. Doing a blog which I have no idea or background whatsoever, is like a student going to school for the first time. Not knowing what to expect, what to do, what to see....&lt;br /&gt;I am proud of myself because i took the first step.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/209/C805F7B3CBD4D8AF853645309C6965B9.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045411347131769459-6464528619951363626?l=hope4moms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/feeds/6464528619951363626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045411347131769459&amp;postID=6464528619951363626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/6464528619951363626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/6464528619951363626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-time-i-really-really-really-did-it.html' title='This time, i REALLY, REALLY, REALLY DID IT!!!'/><author><name>april</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906507068691592638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDhdgEJkjHI/AAAAAAAAACY/FhZfBjmayoU/S220/a+edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDhTM0JkjFI/AAAAAAAAACM/NVvNR26-0P0/s72-c/th_happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045411347131769459.post-7241351201515984921</id><published>2008-05-22T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:04:08.664-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Just a thought..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;       " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" id="dnn_ctr506_HtmlModule_HtmlHolder" class="Normal"  &gt; Prayer should be our first resource rather than our last resort. ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;DAILY FIXES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" class="bodytext"  &gt; Delegate simple responsibility to your kids like making their bed everyday, if they spend three minutes each morning to tuck and fold, they will develop a habit of keeping order in the room, which may translate into motivation for picking up the pile of toys on the floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;LATEST ON BEAUTY &amp;amp; FASHION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Just to give you a peek on the latest trend on shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDWtVEJkjBI/AAAAAAAAABI/GWNFvb59EII/s1600-h/glad2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDWtVEJkjBI/AAAAAAAAABI/GWNFvb59EII/s320/glad2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203255521899219986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;MONEY $$$$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You can save money by bringing your own packed lunch at work..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BE HAPPY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boss vs You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When I take a long time, I am slow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When my boss takes a long time, he is thorough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When I don't do it, I am lazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When my boss doesn't do it, he's too busy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When I do it without being told, I'm trying to be smart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When my boss does the same, that is initiative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When I please my boss, that's brown-nosing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When my boss pleases his boss, that's co-operating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When I do good, my boss never remembers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:85%;"  &gt;When I do wrong, he never forgets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY REFLECTIONS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i have been browsing the web for online moneymaking  ideas for a long time &amp;amp; yesterday i read a line that really caught me. it says that money isn't everything.... it made me think about what i should put in my blog. i made a commitment that my blog , my very own space should be created for the right reason. And here it is. Something that is me that i wanted to share with my readers. it is just a piece of what we call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/209/C805F7B3CBD4D8AF853645309C6965B9.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045411347131769459-7241351201515984921?l=hope4moms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/feeds/7241351201515984921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045411347131769459&amp;postID=7241351201515984921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/7241351201515984921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/7241351201515984921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>april</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906507068691592638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDhdgEJkjHI/AAAAAAAAACY/FhZfBjmayoU/S220/a+edited.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDWtVEJkjBI/AAAAAAAAABI/GWNFvb59EII/s72-c/glad2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7045411347131769459.post-5317382639608104335</id><published>2008-05-20T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T00:01:14.329-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginning'/><title type='text'>Realizations....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;This is a milestone for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, i have found what I've been looking for! I spend hours in the internet on how I could earn cash from the internet but what i get are people wanting me to buy this and that. But through perseverance...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I FINALLY DID IT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me introduce myself...&lt;br /&gt;  I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a mother of two, a stay at home mom&lt;/span&gt;. I used to work as a company secretary, but after giving birth to my youngest son, i had no choice but to stay at home and take care of the babies. My husband is working abroad just to make both ends meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been searching ways to earn a living for some reasons:&lt;br /&gt;      1. to help my husband in earning money for our family&lt;br /&gt;      2. for personal dependence ( &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in case i would like to buy things for myself&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;      3. to work &amp;amp; use my education&lt;br /&gt;      4. for personal growth and recognition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a family and being a mother does not stop there, right??? I am an individual too which has ambitions and major goals in life. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN SHORT, I HAVE A LIFE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are like me, regardless of your religion, skin, color or whatever!&lt;br /&gt;If you are a person who feels like there is a lot more for you out there....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i hope that this is a start of a beautiful blogging friendship....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; " together, let us find our place under www...... :) "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54486/209/C805F7B3CBD4D8AF853645309C6965B9.png" style="border: none; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7045411347131769459-5317382639608104335?l=hope4moms.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/feeds/5317382639608104335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7045411347131769459&amp;postID=5317382639608104335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/5317382639608104335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7045411347131769459/posts/default/5317382639608104335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hope4moms.blogspot.com/2008/05/realizations.html' title='Realizations....'/><author><name>april</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906507068691592638</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_F8LsUI40lgo/SDhdgEJkjHI/AAAAAAAAACY/FhZfBjmayoU/S220/a+edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
