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		<title>Baby Boomers</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Mar 2009 05:15:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[::] song: Priscilla Ahn: Dream (from Bride Wars) [:: Yesterday I finished a final paper for my health policy elective class. The hot topic I selected for my paper&#8217;s discussion was based on relationship between caregiving, longterm care, and the inevitable aging population of baby boomers. Many research articles I&#8217;ve read have claimed that there [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v290/crazy31angel/ia2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 199px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v290/crazy31angel/ia2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">::]</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> song: </span>Priscilla Ahn: Dream<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>(from Bride Wars) </span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;">[::</span></p>
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Yesterday I finished a final paper for my health policy elective class. The hot topic I selected for my paper&#8217;s discussion was based on relationship between caregiving, longterm care, and the inevitable aging population of baby boomers. Many research articles I&#8217;ve read have claimed that there has been a decline in baby making. Well, I beg to differ!</span></p>
<p>Today I attended my 4th baby shower of the year. Yes, the <span style="font-style: italic;">year</span> &#8230; and it&#8217;s barely March! My dear friend Alysce is expecting her first girl, Kalia, this April. Alongside her these lovely ladies are expecting their first borns as well.</p>
<p>Angela Czaplicki just delivered her first baby girl, Emilyn, a few days ago<br />
Christy Trunnell is expecting baby girl Caitlyn anytime now! (March)<br />
Ate Ervy is expecting twin boys in late March/April<br />
Ate Liza is expecting baby girl Vanessa in May<br />
Julie (Anderlik) Guiterrez is expecting baby girl Kailey in May<br />
Jessica Novicio is expecting baby girl Cali this June<br />
<span class="status_body">Minerva</span><span class="status_body"> is expecting a baby boy this June/July<br />
Jen Hosana</span> is expecting her first baby boy this summer (July?)<br />
<span class="status_body">Melissa Castle is expecting her first baby (sex not yet known) this August</span></p>
<p>And a few days ago, my Ate Beverly just announced that she&#8217;s pregnant with her second baby!</p>
<p>I don&#8217;t know what&#8217;s in the water these days, but one thing&#8217;s for sure: It&#8217;s Baby Fever! (And it&#8217;s alot of girls, so far, hehe)</p>
<p>And don&#8217;t be asking me about any baby fever! I&#8217;m in school remember <img src='http://www.kristineatienza.net/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>Anyways, here are some pictures from Alysce&#8217;s baby shower</p>
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v290/crazy31angel/ia3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v290/crazy31angel/ia3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">from Kim&#8217;s (one of the RN&#8217;s) bakeshop in Orange County. Her cakes are to diiiie for!</p>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v290/crazy31angel/ia.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 450px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v290/crazy31angel/ia.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">i love this &#8220;diaper cake&#8221;</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v290/crazy31angel/ia5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v290/crazy31angel/ia5.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">When your coworkers throw you a baby shower and they&#8217;re all NICU RNs, then YOU KNOW that your breastfeeding and lactation issues are all covered!</p>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v290/crazy31angel/ia4.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v290/crazy31angel/ia4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">angie, alysce and me<br />
angie was 1 of the 4 in my new grad group (July 05).<br />
She moved to UCLA&#8217;s NICU later on. It was sooooo great to see her!!<br />
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<p>And since we&#8217;re on the topic of babies and I&#8217;m really late on these.. Here&#8217;s some of my niece Khayla from her 1st birthday!! She&#8217;s the 1st baby I&#8217;ve witnessed to actually ENJOY an astrojump!</p>
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		<title>Man&#8217;s (and Woman&#8217;s) Best Friend&#8230;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 18 Jan 2009 06:43:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;ve been a little late blogging about my new years adventures thus far, but one thing has been certain&#8230;. Ron and I have been spending a great deal of time watching MOVIES (thanks largely in part to my dad). Movies I highly recommend viewing are: Seven Pounds (powerful story), The Curious Case of Benjamin Button [...]]]></description>
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I&#8217;ve been a little late blogging about my new years adventures thus far, but one thing has been certain&#8230;. Ron and I have been spending a great deal of time watching MOVIES (thanks largely in part to my dad). Movies I highly recommend viewing are: Seven Pounds (powerful story), The Curious Case of Benjamin Button (interesting plot), Slumdog Millionare (another powerful and facisnating story), and of course&#8230; Marley &amp; Me.</p>
<p>Although all of these movies are highly recommended, I&#8217;d have to say that Marley &amp; Me hit right close to home. I think I cried throughout most parts of this movie because of my own personal experiences with my past dogs, Cookie and Stitch. Cookie, reminded me so much of Marley! And I know alot of my old friends and family that knew her could definitely relate (especially Robert &amp; Carlo, I&#8217;m remembering a time when we were playing basketball and Cookie decided to <span style="font-style: italic;">play</span>, haha&#8230; or the other times when Cookie would literally <span style="font-style: italic;">dance </span>with us).</p>
<p>I miss that dog and Stitch so much and I&#8217;ll never forget them or the life lessons they taught me while growing up. I wouldn&#8217;t expect anyone to understand the bond between a dog and his/her owner unless you were a true &#8220;dog love&#8221; yourself.  But I will say this: The fondest memories of Cookie and Stitch have been the moments when I&#8217;d shut the world out and bury myself underneath the bed covers. Although they possesed only animal instincts, they knew how to find their way through the sheets, and plop their warm bodies right next to mine as if to comfort me. Whether I turned my back on the world or the world turned it&#8217;s back on me, I never felt like I was ever alone&#8230; With that being said, I&#8217;ll leave you with this&#8230; a quote from the movie, Marley &amp; Me&#8230;</p>
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">“A dog has no use for fancy cars or big  homes or designer clothes. Status symbols mean nothing to him…</p>
<p></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_152xCmmJfBs/SWrKgT_jf1I/AAAAAAAAACI/Y0BVq7EmQS4/s1600-h/xcookie2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290263368771534674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_152xCmmJfBs/SWrKgT_jf1I/AAAAAAAAACI/Y0BVq7EmQS4/s400/xcookie2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">A dog judges  others not by their color or creed or class but by who they are inside.</p>
<p></span><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v290/crazy31angel/Picture080.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 439px; height: 329px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v290/crazy31angel/Picture080.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />
A dog  doesn’t care if you’re rich or poor, educated or illiterate, clever or dull.</p>
<p></span><a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v290/crazy31angel/IMG_0563.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 434px; height: 325px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v290/crazy31angel/IMG_0563.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />
Give him your heart and he will give you his.</p>
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It was really quite simple, and  yet we humans, so much wiser and more sophisticated, have always had trouble  figuring out what really counts and what does not.&#8221;</p>
<p></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_152xCmmJfBs/SWrKtswn-KI/AAAAAAAAACQ/gRK9wC5SNcU/s1600-h/xcookie6.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290263598758099106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_152xCmmJfBs/SWrKtswn-KI/AAAAAAAAACQ/gRK9wC5SNcU/s400/xcookie6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_152xCmmJfBs/SWrK0qUq_QI/AAAAAAAAACY/wb3_fxNfOOw/s1600-h/xcookie7.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290263718363069698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_152xCmmJfBs/SWrK0qUq_QI/AAAAAAAAACY/wb3_fxNfOOw/s400/xcookie7.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">these last two &#8220;goodbye photos&#8221; are the last pictures of me and Cookie. They were taken the morning that we put her down&#8230; it&#8217;s amazing  not only how much stronger she looked that morning, but also how she managed to assure me that everything was going to be okay&#8230;</span></span> *sigh</p>
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		<title>A few of my favorite things&#8230;.</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 18:12:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[If you&#8217;re a Twilight, dessert, Canon lover like me, then you can&#8217;t help but appreciate these photos! My cousin, Gary Cruz (photographer in San Francisco) got really creative and took a picture of his wife, my Ate Beverly, holding a red velvet cupcake to replicate the Twilight book cover. (yup, so those are her hands!) [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;">If you&#8217;re a Twilight, dessert, Canon lover like me, then you can&#8217;t help but appreciate these photos! My <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">cousin, </span>Gary Cruz (photographer in San Francisco) got really creative and took a picture of his wife, my Ate <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Beverly</span>, holding a red velvet cupcake to replicate the Twilight book cover. (yup, so those are her hands!) She&#8217;s an up and coming cupcake enthusiast by the way! I know she has big plans for her cupcake passion! Be on the look out for Beverly&#8217;s Bake Shop!</div>
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Afterwards, he took a picture of himself holding a Canon flash!!</p>
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<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Haha</span>, I love it!</p>
<p><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kuya&#8217;s</span> work was even featured on http://cupcakestakethecake.blogspot.com<br />
You can even check out my cousin&#8217;s work at www.garycruz.com</p>
<p>So check it out!</p></div>
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		<title>ONE YEAR&#8230; 10.06.08 and the Cake Tradition!</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 08 Oct 2008 20:03:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[&#8220;Ever since I was a baby girl I had a dream, Cinderella themed, crazy as it seems, Always knew that deep inside that there would come a day, That I would have to wait, make so many mistakes. I couldn&#8217;t comprehend as I watched it unfold. This classic story told, I left it in the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_152xCmmJfBs/SO0f5LK4HHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fFaI3erL9Zs/s1600-h/kArann+009.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254891407322651762" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_152xCmmJfBs/SO0f5LK4HHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/fFaI3erL9Zs/s400/kArann+009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span style="color: #000000;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">&#8220;Ever since I was a baby girl I had a dream,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Cinderella themed, crazy as it seems,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Always knew that deep inside that there would come a day,</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">That I would have to wait, make so many mistakes.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I couldn&#8217;t comprehend as I watched it unfold.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">This classic story told, I left it in the cold.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Walking through an open door that led me back to you.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Each one unlocking more of the truth.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I finally stopped <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">trippin</span>&#8216; on my youth</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I finally got lost inside of you</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">I finally know that I needed to grow</span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">And finally my mate has met my soul&#8230;</span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000000;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Finally,</span> </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Now my destiny can begin</span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Though we will have our differences</span> </span></span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Something strange and new is happening</span>..</span> </span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Finally, </span> </span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Now my life doesn&#8217;t seem so bad,</span> </span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">It&#8217;s the best that I ever had,</span> </span><br />
<span style="color: #000000;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">give my love to him finally&#8230;&#8221;</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Fergie</span></span></span></div>
<p>On 10.06.07, I married my best friend. A year later, I found myself awake bright and early in preparation for a job interview at CHOC. Ron was already at school for the day and I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">couldnt</span> help but look at the clock and reminisce the motions and emotions I went through during the exact same time last year.  <span style="font-style: italic;">We were all getting our hair and makeup done at this time, and I was in desperate need of a razor to shave my legs! Okay, and every girl needs to go down in groups of 2 or 3 to get free breakfast at the hotel restaurant.. we cant make it obvious that we had 11 people in the room! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hmm</span>, I wonder what we&#8217;re going to eat for lunch? WHERE is the wedding planner?! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">OMG</span>, you started your period?! Damn mother nature!! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Hmm</span>, i wonder what the guys are doing&#8230; </span>*sigh* The year aged memories seriously <span>felt as if they were</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> just yesterday</span>&#8230;</p>
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<p>It&#8217;s crazy to think how fast a year went. For our honeymoon we went <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">jammin</span>&#8216; in Jamaica and upon returning to the US, both applied to Grad Schools. In December we visited New York for the first time, only to receive a surprise email from one of Rachael Ray&#8217;s producers which eventually led us back to New York to perform our wedding dance on national TV! We were also interviewed and debuted on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Balitang</span> America for the Rachael Ray experience. In late February, we both found out that we got accepted into our first choice graduate programs. During the months of March and April we both worked HARD and non stop overtime to pay off our credit card bills from the wedding which <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">amouted</span> to just about $30,000. By the end of April, all credit cards were paid off!!! (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">HUUUUGE</span> RELIEF! and yes! if we could do it, so could you!) As a reward to ourselves for the hard work paid off, we went on a mini get away to Santa Barbara for a wine tasting experience. In June we planned one last <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">hooorah</span> before grad school in the Big Island of Hawaii and in August we made a spontaneous decision to drive to San Francisco for a day. Our days now are filled with school, school, and oh yes, more school for the next two years.</p>
<p>Four of our loved ones had weddings we attended to this year and we mourned the passing of our dog Stitch, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Lolo</span> Roding and Che Still. This year also marked a celebration of youth as I partied it up with with my Throwback 25<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span>: 80s style! Ron and I also retired our old cars and got newer, more reliable vehicles. And we both parted ways from UCI Medical Center upon returning to school.</p>
<p>Last weekend, my parents treated us out to Ruth Chris for some <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">pre</span> anniversary fine dining.</p>
<p>We spent our 1st anniversary together having a quiet dinner, indulging in our wedding cake (for tradition&#8217;s sake!) that the Great Dane bakery presented us with as a 1 year gift, and watching our wedding <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">dvd</span>. And despite all that has happened this year, it still feels like <span style="font-style: italic;">only yesterday</span>&#8230;</p>
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_152xCmmJfBs/SO0jOXajPcI/AAAAAAAAABI/l2FfF6vXEeM/s1600-h/ann10.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254895069921754562" style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_152xCmmJfBs/SO0jOXajPcI/AAAAAAAAABI/l2FfF6vXEeM/s400/ann10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />
<span style="font-size:85%;">1st year compliments of <span style="font-style: italic;">the Great Dane bakery</span>.<br />
Our wedding cake top layer!<br />
Below is a picture of our<span style="font-style: italic;"> actual</span> wedding cake!</p>
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<div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/44/l_d42a7ffc0802428d9cbd7e451c71c5ad.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 399px;" src="http://c2.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/44/l_d42a7ffc0802428d9cbd7e451c71c5ad.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;">JUST A SIDE NOTE: </span>since i live for and value traditions&#8230;.</p>
<p><span style="font-style: italic;">&#8220;The<span style="font-weight: bold;"> one-year anniversary</span> is the final rite of incorporation that closes the circle of the wedding journey. What began with the proposal or the decision to marry now comes to completion with this final rite. In our culture, the act of incorporation is materially symbolized by <span style="font-weight: bold;">eating the leftover wedding cake. </span></span></p>
<p>The tradition instructs the bride and groom to freeze the top layer of the cake so that it can be eaten on the one-year anniversary. The ritual of eating is a primary rite of incorporation in nearly every culture around the world. Partaking of the cake that was baked a year before is a way to bring the year into the body, come full circle, and complete a process that began with the engagement.&#8221;  <span style="color: #000000;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span></span></p>
<p>Fortunately for us, the bakery we chose, <span style="font-weight: bold;">The Great Dane</span> (highly recommend them by the way!) offered to bake us the top layer of our wedding cake as a gift for our 1st year! Same flavors and everything! Sure beats year old frozen cake!</div>
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;">&#8220;He makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up&#8230; just one touch..&#8221; _ <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">Neyo</span></span></div>
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<p><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;">Ron</span><span style="font-family:georgia;">, from the jitters of cold feet to wedding rings, I am very fortunate to have you in my life. You have been the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">shouldar</span> to cry on, the antidote to my venom, the tickle to my fancy, and yes, the wind beneath my wings. You&#8217;ve enabled me to believe in second chances and search for the good in all people.  And when times do get rough and hurtful, just you being there assures me</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"> more than enough</span><span style="font-family:georgia;"> that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error">everything&#8217;s</span> going to be alright. I know I could survive anything because of you&#8230; You have been that blessing in my life, and I thank God everyday for allowing us to cross paths.  I&#8217;m looking forward to the next 50 years and then some! I love you with all my heart! My sexy love&#8230;.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-family:georgia;">just me,</span><br />
<span style="font-family:georgia;">your <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">wifey</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">kristine</span></span></p>
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_152xCmmJfBs/SO0iPYv8fOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/C_JO0FsgKyw/s1600-h/ann11.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254893987948166370" style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_152xCmmJfBs/SO0iPYv8fOI/AAAAAAAAAA4/C_JO0FsgKyw/s400/ann11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></p>
<p><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_152xCmmJfBs/SO0jo7aJ_LI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hGS9soEZarE/s1600-h/ann2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254895526260374706" style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_152xCmmJfBs/SO0jo7aJ_LI/AAAAAAAAABQ/hGS9soEZarE/s400/ann2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_152xCmmJfBs/SO0hfiAfIlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CsT5lfUPGQg/s1600-h/ann8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254893165799744082" style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_152xCmmJfBs/SO0hfiAfIlI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CsT5lfUPGQg/s400/ann8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">what&#8217;s an anniversary without a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error">lil</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error">somethin</span>&#8216; <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error">somethin</span>&#8216; ?!</span></span></div>
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;">&#8220;You and me together </span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;"> Through the days and nights </span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;"> I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error">dont</span> worry cause </span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;"> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error">Everythings</span> gonna be alright </span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;"> People keep talking </span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;"> They can say what they like </span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;"> But all I know is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error">everything&#8217;s</span> gonna be alright</span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;">No one no one no one </span><br />
<span style="font-style: italic;"> Can get in the way of what I feel for you&#8230;&#8221;<br />
- Alicia Keys</p>
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<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">* <span style="font-weight: bold;">On another side note</span></span>: CHOC called me the very next day after my interview offering me the per <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error">diem</span> breaker position! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sooo</span> excited for the short flexible hours!</div>
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		<title>Feeling Lucky &amp; Going with the Beat!</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[[[sound trippin' to ]] Jason Mraz &#38; Colbie Caillat: Lucky Ron has only been in school for a week and I’ve already lost him… I remember back during our very first club outing at Desert Rain. My friends met up with his friends at Casino Morongo and before we knew it, we were getting down [...]]]></description>
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<p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>[[sound trippin' to ]] </strong><em>Jason Mraz &amp; Colbie Caillat: <strong>Lucky</strong></em></span></p>
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<p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Ron has only been in school for a week and I’ve already lost him…</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">I remember back during our very first club outing at Desert Rain.</span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">My friends met up with his friends at Casino Morongo and before we knew it, we were getting down on the dance floor! Ron, being far from a shy guy, was trying to impress me with his dance moves. Well it worked and I was immensely captivated. </span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">His interpretation of the body roll was smooth, but oh so awkward. </span></span><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  > </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">He was trying though, making love to the beat but I couldn’t stop giggling at how funny, I mean </span><em style="font-family: georgia;">cute</em><span style="font-family:georgia;"> it was!</span><br /></span>
<p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;"> But hey! That dance trick did catch my attention, as well as one of Rachael Ray’s associate producers! So yes, ladies and gentlemen, my husband is super cool with his signature dance move: the body roll. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"> Hollllllla!</span></p>
<p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Now, the music has changed. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"> That stage stealing mistress of his, “Annie Sthesia,” has already seduced him into routine and she’s made it very clear that only two can tango. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"> So for now, Ron’s dance card is full. It’s been somewhat of a difficult transition, having him gone five days a week, when we were so use to having four days off from our working schedule.</span></p>
<p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">We’ve had a few fights and quarrels during the adjustment, none of which lasted that long obviously. You see, I’ve always believed that God works in mysterious ways. At the end of the week, He reminded me of how “lucky” I am when Angela (mommy to be!) posted this song up.</span></p>
<p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em>&#8220;They don&#8217;t know how long it takes,<br />Waiting for a love like this,<br />Every time we say goodbye,<br />I wish we had one more kiss,<br />I&#8217;ll wait for you I promise you, I will.</em></p>
<p></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><em>I&#8217;m lucky I&#8217;m in love with my best friend,<br />Lucky to have been where I have been,<br />Lucky to be coming home again,<br />I&#8217;m lucky we&#8217;re in love in every way,<br />Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed,<br />Lucky to be coming home someday&#8221;.<br /></em><br /></span></p>
<p  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><em>Jason Mraz feat. Colbie Caillat: Lucky</em></span></p>
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<p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:100%;">So Miss Annie Sthesia, I’ll let you cut in for this dance. But come August 2010, just like JT brought Sexy Back, Ronald Rea Tolentino Atienza is bringing the body roll back!</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:100%;"><img style="font-family: georgia;" class="alignleft" title="Ron and I dancing on the Rachael Ray show" src="http://a982.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/82/l_0d69923cb975ac8a569ad29337fa2115.jpg" alt="" width="319" height="480" /><br /><em style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Side note</strong></em><span style="font-family:georgia;">: I can’t believe that 11 months ago Ron and I were pronounced “Man &amp; Wife.” Time has slipped right through our fingers!</span></span></p>
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