<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958760795185857332</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 11:46:33 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Rants</category><category>Nice :)</category><category>LOST</category><category>Baseball</category><category>Higher Education</category><category>Law and Order</category><category>Relationships</category><category>Travel</category><title>Leydi says...</title><description>So many thoughts, so little time.</description><link>http://leydisays.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Leydi)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958760795185857332.post-8625160637002800134</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2010 20:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-30T15:11:52.237-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rants</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Relationships</category><title>The Dating Game</title><description>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Disclaimer:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; If you read this and realize that some of this is about you, do not take it personally. I do not mean any harm, but a lot of its interesting and funny. Think of it more as an educational tool to help others who are in the dating game be successful.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sooooo, for the past couple of months I was a dating machine. It seems like everyone I know was trying to set me up or introduce me to someone who they thought would be a good match for me. There are also people you meet in the street, at a bar or just about anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have been on my fair share of dates, from fancy dinners to just hanging out at the movies. Some guys were funny, boring (these are the worst) and some were even pretty cute. So from this sample I have some sage wisdom to share with the single men out there.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you are going to ask a girl out, do so properly!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Say things like “I would like to go out with you. Are you free on __________?” Do not just leave it open ended and just wait for her to tell you when she is free. She will think you are a wuss and most likely you are.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have a plan!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; After you get the date and you go pick her up or meet up with the girl, make sure you have a plan if you have not already told her what you will be doing. So don&#39;t show up and say &quot;ohh what do you want to do&quot;? This is a major fail. If you did this to me, you probably didn&#39;t get a second date, right?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please be yourself!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;Even if you are a creep, its better she knows it from the beginning. Hey some girls, like creeps,&lt;b&gt; s&lt;/b&gt;o go figure. This is not to say that you should not be on your best behavior. This is not the time to try out the corny joke you looked up online to try to impress her. OK?&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Watch the signals!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Women are the queens of non-verbal cues. So pay attention. A girl will let you know if she is interested. Is she making eye contact? Is she actively listening? Are her eyes wandering all over the restaurant? Is she constantly checking her phone? Then she is not interested. She is just waiting for you to notice and hopefully not ask her out again.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Please follow-up!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; If the date went well, you both had a good time and she hinted on liking to see you again. Call her and let her know you had a good time too. Don&#39;t text her or email her (this is coming from the texting queen)&lt;/li&gt;
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So guys now that you have my top five tips on how to woo a woman, try not to mess up and have a good time. If it does not work out its OK, there are plenty of fish in the sea, just please do not be like that loser that got upset and told me &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;I didn&#39;t give him a chance to shine&quot;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; when it was clear there wasn&#39;t any chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;
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Seriously??&lt;br /&gt;
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I have finally hung up my dating shoes :) But, one thing I realized, is that everyone is looking for love and there is someone for everybody.&amp;nbsp; When you find the one you like, make sure you &lt;b&gt;shine&lt;/b&gt;!!!</description><link>http://leydisays.blogspot.com/2010/05/dating-game.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leydi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958760795185857332.post-5549085402043453172</guid><pubDate>Sun, 09 May 2010 19:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-09T15:40:13.379-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nice :)</category><title>My Mami :)</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I always tell people &quot;I&#39;m soooooo conceited&quot; and
they look at me with this weird look on their face, like I just told them I can
bench-press 300 pounds.&amp;nbsp; They laugh
and say, “No you are not”!&amp;nbsp; You are
too nice to be conceited.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I
laugh and say wait until you get to know me better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now, when I say that I am conceited, maybe what I really mean is that I am just
overly confident, sometimes to a fault. &amp;nbsp;Heidi Klum can be at a party but
when I walk in, I think to myself,&lt;/span&gt;
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“Yeah she’s hot, but I am way hotter!!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But honestly, these feelings of confidence and sureness in myself all come from
one place... my mother.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;For as long as I can remember my mother has told me that I
am the smartest, the prettiest, the nicest, the loveliest, the funniest child,
girl, teen, and woman alive. Throughout the years I have come to believe all of
these superlatives and even own them from time to time.&amp;nbsp; OK maybe &lt;b&gt;ALL&lt;/b&gt; the time :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I have my mother to thank for my obsession with reflective surfaces, because I
cannot walk by a mirror, store window or stainless steel fridge without
checking myself out.&amp;nbsp; This is not a
joke; I honestly do this, &lt;b&gt;A LOT.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Thanks to my mother I have the confidence to know that I can
try my hand at anything and even if the outcome is not how I expected, still be
proud that at least I gave it my best.&amp;nbsp;
I of course have my own set of insecurities, but thanks to my mami, I
know that I can always pick up the phone and call her and in two seconds she
will have made my head so BIG, that I will go out there and try even harder
than before.&amp;nbsp; There is not one
phone conversation with my mom that does not end some way like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; bye mami, love youuuuuuu, muahhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mami:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; te quiero
mami, God Bless you, I loveeee you sooooo much, I missssss youuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; love you too mami, miss you too, muahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mami:&lt;/b&gt; I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; I love you too, bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mami:&lt;/b&gt; bye, I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; bye, muahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;And eventually one of us will hang up the phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;What my mother does not realize is that to me, she is the
smartest, the prettiest, the nicest, the loveliest, the funniest woman, wife
and mother alive.&amp;nbsp; Everyday I want
to be more like her.&amp;nbsp; I want to be
as caring, as sassy and as stubborn as she is, because when I say, “ohh God, I
am turning into my mother” to me that is actually a good thing.&amp;nbsp; I have huge shoes to fill and hope one
day I will be lucky enough to have my future children feel the same way about
me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Happy (American) Mothers day mami.&amp;nbsp; You are my friend, my confidant and my inspiration.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Te Quiero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://leydisays.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-mami.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leydi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE1IM13rqeZBNh7uHw0MdA97rq5aFor9UPs_Yb_eaqWA5KTvOJYoU1XVrVNF0Wjykz6tM2NtGzZFIQ_LKiGnGAahm0zrK6Welr0SoPBvR8tXszBRWaMy2v8dobGWX8hrUGTR_hMOJ4OPs/s72-c/meandmom.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958760795185857332.post-1165936142855172740</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Apr 2010 01:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-21T21:10:45.214-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Baseball</category><title>Lets play ball...</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;As someone who loves baseball, I get offended when people say that baseball is not a&lt;i&gt; &quot;real&quot; &lt;/i&gt;sport. Haters say this because of the pace of the game, they think it is boring and long, but if you really pay attention, it really is not. At least not to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Baseball is a probability sport; it is all about how well you performed in the past and how you are supposed to perform in the future. Some players get teams to take expensive chances on them. There numbers might not be that good, but someone on the team got a gut feeling about a player and decides to take a chance. Sometimes it pays off, and sometimes it does not. But watching if it does or not it is where the fun and excitement lays.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Much like life right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The baseball season is a long one, from April through September and even longer because of spring training. Then there are the winter leagues, but we will not get into that now, that is whole other post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But the point is, if you are baseball fan you probably are because you grew up with someone in your family being enthusiastic about it or you played as a kid and this brings back so many memories or comadrarie and of family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For me it was my father. Anyone that knows my dad knows he is crazy with baseball and especially with the Dominican players. As a kid, I would sit down with my dad and watch games. My brothers would watch too, so I felt like one of the &quot;guys&quot;, it was very exciting for me. As I got older, I learned about statistics, pitch counts, the rules and I became even more fascinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now as an adult, when I sit home alone and watch a game from start to finish I remember my father and if it is the Red Sox or Mets playing there is a very high probability that my father is watching it too, all the way from the Dominican Republic. It makes me happy to know that from thousands of miles away I am bonding with my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Thank you papi, for showing me the passion and dedication it takes to be a baseball fan, even if sometimes we are just cheering for the Dominican players :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Ohh yeah, I almost forgot, &lt;b&gt;LET’S GO METS&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;






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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;A couple of months ago I went through one of the hardest periods in my life. It was a moment in which many of us find ourselves from time to time. Situations where you ask yourself, why &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;? Why is this happening to me? What did &lt;b&gt;I do&lt;/b&gt; to deserve this? I think it’s only natural to ask what you did wrong when life sucker punches you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;This got me to think about when bad things happen, your family and friends will try to console you with cliché phrases. In hindsight, I can look back at these moments and smile, because they were absolutely right, but back then this is what I thought :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Everything happens for a reason...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;THEN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;What freaking possible reason can there be for me not wanting to eat, and cry all the time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;What was the reason? I lost those last annoying pounds :) Fabulous!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Time will tell...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Time will tell what?  That everything I thought I knew wasn’t true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Time did tell me that I never really knew anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;When one door closes, another one opens...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;I do not want the damn door to close! I have worked hard to keep that damn door propped open!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Now it is like OMG, I should have jumped out the damn window!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;And my absolute favorite&lt;/b&gt; you are fabulous! It was good to hear it then and it’s still good to hear it now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;So what is the moral of this story? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Please do not smack your friend/cousin/co-worker upside the head when they are telling you something positive or rational in your moment of despair. Yes, it hurts! It hurts &lt;b&gt;a lot&lt;/b&gt;, but always remember that everything happens for a reason, time will tell, when one door closes another one opens and you are absolutely fabulous :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Finally, I would like to leave you with these words from Conan O’Brien from his last appearance on The Tonight Show. These lines get at the exact sentiment of what I am trying to convey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&quot;Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But, if you work really hard and you&#39;re kind, amazing things will happen”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Be kind and work hard people, and the rest will follow :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://leydisays.blogspot.com/2010/04/everything-happens-for-reason.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leydi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilL9r9f7hBZW04Xbq6bJWlfYgl2lrgvUfEZlRsSh-wNBpRBgN5RsifD36jTrPYim5W92dgZtXpr6Ru49SXGV882Sey7jLeRYrL1QbPyu8ZUcnGtPIMcib862UKSvqe5MwQUHg-9wdk2OQ/s72-c/conan_quote_good.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958760795185857332.post-8149222876887409407</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Apr 2010 17:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-11T13:27:58.109-04:00</atom:updated><title>Lace and Fondant Dreams</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I wish I could say &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt; to the dress!! I am obsessed with wedding shows. Shows about wedding cakes, wedding dresses, wedding flowers, wedding receptions, platinum weddings, broke weddings, bridezillas. The list is exhausting. I have officially overdosed on lace and fondant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;According to &lt;a href=&quot;http://divorcestatistics.org/&quot;&gt;divorcestatistics.org&lt;/a&gt;, 45% to 50% of marriages in the United States end in divorce. So why is that shows like these exist?!?! Well its because of gullible people like myself :( or let me say gullible women. You don’t see John and Steve plopped in front of the TV on a Sunday watching a Platinum Weddings marathon. No, it’s only women and a few of our fabulous gay friends who succumb to the powers of David Tutera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;On the surface, this can be explained by the fact that women just love romance, we love fairy takes and happy endings. But some of my married friends have already found happy endings and they still watch these shows. So what is it then? What is the appeal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;It is because since we were little girls, our parents, television and society have conditioned us to wait for the one man that will sweep us of our feet, marry us and who we can live happily ever after with. Heck, I am a smart girl, I should know better, but I even believe this nonsense!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I am not engaged; I don’t even have a boyfriend! But I still sit in front of the TV and watch Say Yes to the Dress (my favorite) for hours. I love to watch the faces of the brides as they try on countless dresses and try to find the “one”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Sound familiar girls?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Not matter your shape, your height or your weight, there is a wedding dress for every woman, like there is someone for everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Any woman looks good in a wedding dress, because the beauty is not in the dress; it is in their smiles. A smile that is full of hope, and full of excitement. Enjoy your moment honey! Hopefully you will not be divorced in five years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;But if you are, its OK, you will always have this moment. This moment of when everything was good, beautiful and nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;And frankly, so will I…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://leydisays.blogspot.com/2010/04/lace-and-fondant-dreams.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leydi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghv_vnVgC_veHc9N9a0XjhTGvWJzXrUwD28gttPWS-dxsP9RigTQO5eFToEVKsbQecqvmfwPvcf6j7APEjnOVnllOqCmjEl4govVXTY67ZVp6wwtCtAtbjRQ1cGA0SZ-cddw9CqFihZaU/s72-c/say-yes.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958760795185857332.post-2122795029128270555</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Apr 2010 18:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-08T17:07:58.325-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nice :)</category><title>Never lose hope...</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I have always been a big believer of hope, and of never
losing hope.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But what do you
do when you and those around you feel hopeless?&amp;nbsp; How do you help those who need help and most importantly how
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Even those that are not spiritual or religious will advise
you to put your trust in God, the spirits, saints, or prayer.&amp;nbsp; Giving up control and relying on hope
can give us a sense of relief as we wait for things to work out for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;At this point, when my family is going through one of the
hardest things we have had to go through, I am going to place my hope back on them.&amp;nbsp; My family is like your typical family,
we are far from perfect and there are a lot of holes and cracks in some of our
relationships.&amp;nbsp; I want to believe
that our collective strength will help us get through this.&amp;nbsp; I hope we can find comfort, strength
and hope in each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I hope we use this time of grieving to come closer together
and while the holes and cracks will not disappear, I hope that they at least
become a little less noticeable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Friends, please appreciate your family and those who are
dear to you.&amp;nbsp; Say that kind word to
someone in need, reach out and be good and just to one another. Hopefully when
you find yourself in a moment of grief, you can be at peace with yourself and
those you love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I have said this before and will say it again… The power of
love is amazing!&amp;nbsp; If we just take a
moment and think about what is really important, we can come along way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;And whatever you do, never lose hope.&amp;nbsp; In the end that’s all we ever really
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;You can tell a lot about a couple by how they interact with each other when they are out for dinner. I am a voyeur when I eat out. Aside from enjoying my meal, I like to play little guessing games about the couples near me. I find this little hobby of mine quite enjoyable. Are they married? Are they having a fight? And sometimes, she is wayyyyy too cute for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But, by far the most significant observation that always surprises me is the large number of couples that can sit through an entire meal without uttering one word. How is that possible???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
If two people can sit through an entire meal without looking up, making eye contact or having a conversation. Then they &lt;b&gt;SHOULD&lt;/b&gt; not be together! If this is you right now, you better evaluate that relationship and run for the hills. If you do not confront this, you might stay together, but you will not be happy, trust me, save yourself the heartache. &lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Who could eat in silence? I know I cannot. Maybe I am the exception, maybe I just talk too damn much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
OK, so here is the next test. After dinner is over, it is time for dessert, and you order two &lt;b&gt;SEPARATE&lt;/b&gt; desserts, this relationship is doomed! If one person prefers the chocolate mousse and the other the apple tart, order the damn strawberry cheesecake! This is the epitome of compromise. How you order your dessert as a couple is a very good indicator of how successful your relationship will be. Bonus points if you share only one spoon, which most likely means…. you are having good sex :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Next time you are out to dinner with that special someone and you want it to work? Please make eye contact, have a decent conversation and please only order one dessert, preferably with one spoon ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Happy Eating!!&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://leydisays.blogspot.com/2010/03/talk-with-your-mouth-full.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leydi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0JIdmRnbzG2-ezAwBNnsjGriCdMqbkec_ZVxHYJpbWgrzx0RNOp_FQIblUAOz1jwwCoVxsT3CmFYfSFgNgtNEnD0F3_Hi4d-Dzm6qm754Fa86khVwuwXtVHkfEnSGI37sTAFP774wqCk/s72-c/dinner.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958760795185857332.post-6805535971664103160</guid><pubDate>Wed, 24 Mar 2010 16:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-03-24T12:36:21.490-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LOST</category><title>Dear LOST</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFGOobG23Bv8bDjFx7PlEz9gn42eb5XBF-cXznM-JWjZeyMHKkKyGvFkkfHRinzb0hdnJsVr9ukEru566DwN2sz43nYN8g5dH1kFuTHHdJwpRKh-xdmJYO0iolqxK-2K-S5ChAmUsizt0/s1600/richardalpert1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFGOobG23Bv8bDjFx7PlEz9gn42eb5XBF-cXznM-JWjZeyMHKkKyGvFkkfHRinzb0hdnJsVr9ukEru566DwN2sz43nYN8g5dH1kFuTHHdJwpRKh-xdmJYO0iolqxK-2K-S5ChAmUsizt0/s320/richardalpert1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;216&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Dear LOST, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I had such a great time yesterday. I could not wait until we see each other again next week, so I had to write you this letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Last night you blew my mind!! I did not think it was possible, but I think I just fell a little bit more in love with you. I hope the feeling is mutual ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
You gave me answers, you made me understand some of your mysterious ways. I now forgive you for giving me the run around so long, now that I know the truth, I appreciate you a lot more. Thank you for giving me &lt;b&gt;Richard Alpert &lt;/b&gt;(Nestor Carbonell), his performance last night was tremendous! It was almost like watching a Spanish novela! Loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Please keep this momentum going, we are almost home free!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I heart you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Your devoted lover, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;





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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Leydi Gisell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
P.S.: Please give me some additional gratuitous shirt-less scenes of Sawyer and Jack before it is all over, OK? Bye :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
P.S.S: Where are Desmond and Penny???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Sooo, I have not given an update of my relationship with
LOST in a while (my friend Jennifer is ready to kill me). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;This is partly because I am still trying to figure out how I
feel. &amp;nbsp;There are weeks that after an hour with my lover I am euphoric and
then there are weeks than I&#39;m like blahhhh, it was a good episode, but nothing
to write home about. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;We&#39;ve all been there, when your significant other is just
not bringing it that night, well LOST hasn&#39;t always brought it, you know???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But last week, LOST showed me more passion, some lust, it got me excited again.
&amp;nbsp;It brought back some of that spark from previous seasons and now I am
happy again.&lt;/span&gt;
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Let&#39;s hope that in the end LOST can deliver the goods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I haven&#39;t invested so much time and dedication for nothing! I
expect a big pay off in the end and if not, I hope at least I get a happy ending, wink wink ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://leydisays.blogspot.com/2010/03/lost-relationship-update-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leydi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCW8LgbYfrT7FJaWdGLJujDMJGjf_B2TSlGZc8yit-oXpp4punzkHEeVe4xablNJpi-YbgHbLQWBcvTgF_NZ9k9YFiNh6XnDShDTjeMlZYxZ8nkW8dIqtHNGS0HpOV-FGvQZfRQOW_A8Y/s72-c/Sawyer+Lost.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958760795185857332.post-958973964441162400</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Mar 2010 03:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-08T17:07:49.566-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Travel</category><title>Second City Adventure</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Before you begin to read this new post that I wrote while sitting in the airport waiting for my flight back to NYC. Let me express my absolute hatred for Delta Airlines. My 7PM Sunday night flight was delayed three times and then around at 11PM the flight was canceled. At that point, I was tired, hungry and had a headache, after a mediocre steak sandwich for dinner (Delta only gives a $7.00 meal voucher) we had to go and sulk at the DoubleTree hotel in the middle of nowhere, and wait for an afternoon flight the next day, which was also delayed :(&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;So here goes….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Ohh Chicago… What a great city. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I was recently in Chicago for the NASPA (National Association of Student Personnel Administrators) conference and decided to make a mini vacation out of the trip with my friend and colleague Isaac. NASPA was great; we learned a lot, met a lot of interesting people and got a feel for what our profession is all about. More than 4,000 student affairs professionals flooded the streets of Chicago and Isaac and I were in the middle of it. Not to bore you with student development theory, lets get down to the fun stuff. I know that is what you really want to read about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Chicago has great food, great sights and great people. The city is very clean and all the beautiful skyscrapers amazed me. We were also lucky enough to have great weather while we were there. I was expecting high winds and snow, but most days the weather did not get below 40 degrees and one day it was even in the 60’s, so take that New York!!! You unfortunately experienced a monsoon while I was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;So here is a list of what I liked and did not like about the Second City:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;- Deep Dish Pizza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;- Lou Mitchell’s – BEST BREAKFAST EVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;- Boystown – This was the Mecca for gay nightlife, so much fun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;- You can text, talk and email on your cell phone while on the “L”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;- Clean sidewalks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;- Millennium Park – very nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;- Not enough street signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;- Cabs come in all different colors - and some cabs look like cop cars which made me very confused, because I kept thinking I would get a ticket for jay walking!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;But in the end, Chicago was a lot of fun and exploring it with Isaac made it so much better. I have not laughed this hard in a really long time and it was refreshing to have another smart-ass Dominican next to me. He laughed at all the same inappropriate things that I would laugh at, and there will be plenty of inside jokes to carry us through to our next adventure (Vegas and/or DR, we will see). We even made it out to “Santo Domingo Beauty Salon”; we all know the lengths I will go to find someone to blow dry my crazy curly head, even if that means getting on the “L” and then a bus to find some Dominican flavor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I am glad to be back home, I am glad to go back to work and start school again next week, and I am glad to be back to blogging. Chicago gave me many great ideas and a lot of great lines, so stay tuned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;And Delta, you still suck major ass :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://leydisays.blogspot.com/2010/03/second-city-adventure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leydi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjepBTiAlFPciTWkasPjJ9djBkK3LREMlQyHbbsw2wx4L1emUOs7_OA1kY7yTm9Ok1nbsA74IzrFlqm-c9390WEBLDrp76vram5srJ8mafQkpBSMJ4_ZEurdpNg3UHPcF8ebiKAJS1ZSXM/s72-c/pizza" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958760795185857332.post-5702238129257742534</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 18:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-08T17:07:38.461-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rants</category><title>Are you connected?</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;This past weekend, I left my cell phone in the bathroom of a club. No, I was not in a state inebriation. I just forgot it there on the ledge of the sink, and you guys know I lose or forget everything, so why should my expensive new phone be any different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I was apart from my baby for less than 24 hours and I honestly felt like I was going to have a panic attack. Its crazy the amount of connectivity we need in our lives, or that we &quot;think&quot; we need. Now with the access of text messaging, Facebook, Blackberry Messenger (BBM), and Twitter are we more connected or farther apart? I do not know, I am still trying to figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I remember a time when I did not have a cell phone, or a Facebook account. I did not even know what a text message was and I still managed to live a satisfactory life. I still hung out with my friends, made plans, and socialized. I wasn’t any less happy because I could not update the online world about what I had for lunch today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Who cares really?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Obviously, we all think people care, because we are all doing it, typing into a phone about what a great time we are having at the latest club. Well are you having such a great time, if you are busy updating your facebook status?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I am not trying to be the moral police here, because I clearly have a problem. But I think it is something we should all think about. Maybe we can put down the phones and laptops for just one second and call someone, go outside, or even try to have conversation that does not involve an emoticon :) &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Will it be possible for us as a society to slow down and touch someone (do not be fresh). Will a new phone app be needed for that too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Now before the critics come out screaming, just know that I am planning to update this blog link on Facebook and Twitter :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://leydisays.blogspot.com/2010/03/are-you-connected.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leydi)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958760795185857332.post-15246198239201924</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Feb 2010 20:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-27T15:06:12.169-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rants</category><title>Let it NOT snow</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I was seven years old when I first came to New York and back then I lovedddd snow. I loved to play in it, jump in it and run in it. I would stick my tongue out and try to “eat” snow. I would smile at my mom as she watched my fascination with the snow, something I had never seen before. Back in the Dominican Republic, when my mother would come back from the U.S. full of presents, I would always ask her about winter and I would tell her how much I wanted to see it, so I know it made her happy when I went crazy when it snowed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;Those are great memories! Now that I am 27 years old, snow is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;NOT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt; cute. I was born in a tropical climate, so this crap is unnatural to me, and the older I get, the more I hate winter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;Yeah it’s nice when it first comes down, but give it just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;ONE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt; day and its disgusting and dirty.&amp;nbsp; You can&#39;t walk half a block without fearing your own safety.&amp;nbsp; So the only good things about snow are snow days. And snow days give you a free pass to be a total bum. No one will judge you! It’s a snow day, everyone else is being lazy too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;
We are all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;i style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;Sleeping late&lt;br /&gt;
Staying in your pajamas&lt;br /&gt;
Eating bad food&lt;br /&gt;
Watching too much TV&lt;br /&gt;
And more sleeping&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;
Any other day, this would be unacceptable, so please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;DO NOT SNOW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt; anymore, we all know I do not need any more free passes to be unproductive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;br style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot; /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;
Snow you have made your appearance, now its time for you to go back to Vermont or something.&amp;nbsp; Thank you very much, see you next year :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://leydisays.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-it-not-snow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leydi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKaWQlyHEypXWzScByRiZe5WnBkRZNMTtyJJHYlRHS44oa-3GLmboot12ThznPSULGdhAig0UV5zPCasodip9g-ATSyGOd0s7RG17mtJTtl1tFA3Vbt6inv93vmiVPzq1iYsJKabhMUjw/s72-c/snow.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958760795185857332.post-6184043145587799383</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 21:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-23T16:59:33.003-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Higher Education</category><title>How do you measure your life???</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;While most people measure their lives by milestones such as birthdays, weddings, births or even death. I happen to measure my life in &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;semesters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I quantify my personal growth (or lack thereof) by what is done in an academic year. This is because for the past 10 years&lt;b&gt; (gasp!!!)&lt;/b&gt; I have not been able to get away from NYU. My entire full-time working career has been working here. I transitioned from being a full-time college student to working full-time. At that moment, I did not realize that this decision would change my whole outlook on life. Back then, I was 20 years old, all I thought I was getting was a job that paid well (for someone that lived at home), had great benefits and most importantly free tuition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But, I think the greatest benefit of working with college kids is the fact that after a year, the annoying ones will move on and then you will get new students, which will be less complicated than the last (hopefully).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
So for those of you who are reading this out of your boring cubicle and do not understand this phenomenon, let me give you an example of why you are not cooler than me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Day in and day out, you have to deal with those annoying co-workers and clients, it is not like next quarter they will be gone. Yeah, you might switch jobs every couple of years or might even get promoted, but the same type of bipolar co-worker will still be there in six months, he/she might even become your boss one day. They unfortunately get their work done and are not crazy enough to be fired, so you are stuck with them. And your life pretty much sucks!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I, on the other hand get to meet new students every semester, I have the chance to get to know these kids, hear about where they are coming from and how they plan to change the world once they graduate. It&#39;s exciting to be a part of that. I would love to be in my old age and read in the newspaper (if we still have newspapers, but don&#39;t get me started on that now) that one of our students discovered a new life changing drug or ran for office (and hopefully will not have an affair with a young staffer). I hope that these future accomplishments will make all of the battles and red tape we face in higher education worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For me working with eighteen year olds keeps me young at heart, even though sometimes I may not understand why they find it necessary to hyperventilate at every single bump in the road. I&lt;b&gt; DO&lt;/b&gt; hope that in the end we are teaching them skills to prepare them for the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;real world&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
And most importantly that we are teaching them the coping skills to deal with that annoying bipolar worker in the cubicle next to them...&lt;/span&gt;






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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;A couple of months ago during a staff meeting, we went around the room and did an ice breaker. The question was what is your favorite holiday? My colleagues answered mostly that their favorite holidays were Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Then it was my turn and I like a total dork I said Valentine&#39;s Day :) Are you rolling your eyes yet? &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;No? Well keep reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I love the whole concept of love, being in love, passion, closeness, butterflies, intimacy, I am all over it. It makes me all fuzzy inside. &lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Yeah, I am that person, the hopeless romantic. You know at least someone like me or maybe I am the person you already know! The person that cries at weddings, moving speeches, toasts, you utter anything remotely heartfelt near me and I am reaching for the Kleenex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe it’s because I was born a Cancer or the fact that my mom babied me too much. But I just love all that corny stuff. A lot of people do, they just decide to hide it. What&#39;s the point of being a hopeless romantic when you can&#39;t genuinely express your sappiness? It kind of defeats the purpose.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I am a Hollywood writers dream! I am the person they are trying to reach with all those sappy love stories, the tear-jerkers, the moments that make girls go awwwwww. I am the sucker that keeps these people rich. They see people like me coming from a mile away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Just to give you an idea of my absolute cheesiness. Here is a truncated list of Hollywood moments that have made me cry. Some are obvious, others not so much:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Notebook&lt;br /&gt;
The Way We Were&lt;br /&gt;
Up&lt;br /&gt;
Carlito&#39;s Way&lt;br /&gt;
My Girl&lt;br /&gt;
Beaches&lt;br /&gt;
I Am Sam&lt;br /&gt;
Penny and Desmond (LOST)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
My list is too long to list completely, so as to not embarrass myself any further, I will just stop here, but you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now, this is just Hollywood stuff. In real life, I know that men like &lt;i&gt;Noah (The Notebook)&lt;/i&gt; do not exist. I don&#39;t believe in Prince Charming, but I do believe in Prince Kinda Cute, who might not match all the time, but always puts you first, calls when he says he will, is not trying to sleep with your friends and stands up for you. I don&#39;t ask for much, just be funny, smart and have a job. No wait, please have a career. Yes, there is a difference. Is that too much to ask???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
While there will be some of you that hate Valentine&#39;s Day and think that this is an artificial holiday made to sell cards and chocolate. You know what?&amp;nbsp; You are absolutely right! &lt;/span&gt;





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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;But I don&#39;t care!! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Send me the flowers, give me the chocolate, the presents and the card. I will &lt;b&gt;EAT IT UP&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
For those of you that are lucky to have a significant others that do the sweet little things for you all the time, well good for you! But some of us are just not that lucky. Valentine&#39;s Day makes people sweeter, more romantic, the holiday and the pressure gives people a little push to buy that special someone something thoughtful. So in my book, it’s a win-win for all involved, no matter what the motivation. At the end of the night you might even get laid. &lt;/span&gt;

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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m just saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Most importantly, I am a sucker for the card. Men, let me give you a little bit of advice, when you get your girl/wife or that special someone a nice gift, &lt;b&gt;DO NOT&lt;/b&gt; forget the card!! This is the most important part of the whole gift giving experience. Whatever you write here is what she will remember. She might not use that camera next year, but those words will stay with her forever and when you mess up, this is what she will think about when she decides to forgive you, not that cheap camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But enough about relationships! I believe in the love that exists in people. And no matter how situations in your past might make you jaded, at the end of the day the power of love is amazing. Not just romantic love, but also the love we have for ourselves, our neighbors and the communities we live in. So for all you cynics out there, Valentines Day is also about friendships and the connections we make with people. So smile and give your friend a hug, it might make you feel good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
To all my family and friends and for those that read this blog (that I may not know yet), I hope you have a fabulous Valentine&#39;s Day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Now that you feel all good inside, go buy me some chocolate :)&lt;/span&gt;



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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;You always give it to me fresh, hot and cheap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;You always smile at me and ask me how I&#39;m doing. Most girls cannot even get a guy to call them back. Let alone ask them about their weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;What more can a girl want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I do not know your name and you do not know mine, but our relationship is as clear as any other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I am talking about my corner coffee guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;So, nice and smiling coffee guy, this tribute is for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;You miss me the days that I do not stop by. And on the days when I pass right by you with a cup of Think Coffee you even smile back at me. How nice of you? If it were me, I would give you a nasty glare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;So after much thought, I will not cheat on you anymore. Who cares that Think Coffee gives me organic coffee served by bohemians. Their coffee doesn&#39;t even taste that good, and it costs nearly four dollars! They have a sign that says not to talk on my cell phone when I order. You don&#39;t care about stuff like that! Yeah they have seats and free Wi-Fi, but it’s not as if I sit there with my laptop and work. I have an office, I drink my coffee there. Sorry Think Coffee, I will only drink your coffee if someone else is buying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;You stand there in the heat, in the rain, in the cold, and in the snow (it has been cold lately, so I hope you have a portable heater in there), you always have a smile on your face and wish me a good day. Your coffee is hot (not scalding, I hate that), it’s fresh and a medium cup is only a dollar, what a bargain :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;So, to all of those New Yorkers that have moved away from the corner coffee guys to go to the more gourmet coffee shops. &lt;b&gt;Please stop!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Instead, patronize the hard working coffee guys that are on the corner of your office or school, day after day. They always have a smile on their face and wish you a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;And most importantly, they are affordable and always remember what you order. Where else can you get that kind of service in this city?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;So next time that girl/guy or some hybrid combination person in skinny jeans and torn t-shirt gives you a nasty look for not putting your change in the tip jar, think about how the corner guy doesn&#39;t even have a tip jar! Or, the next time the barista slams your latte on the counter, think about the smiling hard working guy that makes conversation with you before you go into work, he will never slam your coffee down, he will hand it to you in your hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;So corner coffee guy, I raise my fresh, hot and cheap coffee cup to you. I hope you have a good day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://leydisays.blogspot.com/2010/02/fresh-hot-and-cheap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leydi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir8HleFrLCZcVE8MywqjDeULpYYmyTMMjXyvtTmIPInawdHmHu2nwy7UiR543dQOntChhlYfzs0fjBYkcucvnK8AFu6H-4ggjK7iwftbjhIhJibAfgnEdIgZNXYZK_Ct359j2CtxLrXKk/s72-c/coffee.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958760795185857332.post-3797288346604113318</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Feb 2010 05:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-09T13:38:53.778-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LOST</category><title>LOST - Love Affair Update</title><description>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;So on Tuesday we were reunited :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;It was more thrilling than I imagined. After all these months, all the feelings came right back. I remembered how my love affair started in the first place. LOST had a few surprises for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;It let me know that nothing is as it seems... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;I think it’s trying to tell me that we could go in totally separate directions but still come to the same outcome. It’s all about destiny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;The best lines of the night:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Locke&lt;/strong&gt; - &quot;my condition is irreversible&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jack&lt;/strong&gt; – &quot;nothing is irreversible&quot;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Ohhh Jack, forever trying to be the savior. What dedication it must take to never want to give up. What a character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Let&#39;s see what answers LOST will have for me next week. Stay tuned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://leydisays.blogspot.com/2010/02/lost-love-affair-update.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leydi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958760795185857332.post-2227963449867059389</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Feb 2010 16:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-02T11:21:57.355-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">LOST</category><title>Are you LOST?  Are you ready to be found?</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Redemption, loss, second chances, love, angst, these are a
few of the things that make up one of the best shows on TV. Tonight is the
season premier of the last and final season of LOST :( This is when all of our
nagging questions will be answered (hopefully).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;There are so many reasons why people stick with this show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; It’s the mysteries, the love triangles, and
all the human drama that touch us in some way or another. In some ways, you can
identify with all of the characters, it is that kind of show. It makes you ask
yourself, what would I do? If I was stranded with strangers (or are they) on an
island and struggling to survive. Would I be the same person or would I be who
I always wanted to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Everyone has his or her favorite characters, mine is Sayid, played by Naveen Andrews.&amp;nbsp; Before the island he was a veryyyy bad man, did unethical things, but on
the island, he saved people and helped, he was looking for redemption. Will
Sayid find it? We will see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;But, by far my favorite story line is the love story of Desmond
and Penny. Being the hopeless romantic that I am (blog about this coming up
soon), I fell for these two. They spend their lives trying to find each other.
&amp;nbsp;Below is one of my favorite Desmond and Penny scenes from the episode &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The
Constant&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; After eight years without any contact, Desmond calls Penny from a freighter.&amp;nbsp; If does not hurt that the phone call was facilitated by my main man, Sayid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Video: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.vidivodo.com/239009/desmond-penny-phone-call&quot; style=&quot;color: white;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; title=&quot; Desmond Penny Phone Call&quot;&gt; Desmond Penny Phone Call&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Benzer: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.vidivodo.com/video-etiketler/desmond&quot; style=&quot;color: white;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; title=&quot;desmond&quot;&gt;desmond&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.vidivodo.com/video-etiketler/lost&quot; style=&quot;color: white;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; title=&quot;lost&quot;&gt;lost&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.vidivodo.com/video-etiketler/penny&quot; style=&quot;color: white;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot; title=&quot;penny&quot;&gt;penny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I &lt;b&gt;love &lt;/b&gt;LOST. It is one of those shows you have to be committed to. You cannot
be a casual LOST fan, either you are in it or you are not. I would say being a
LOST fan is a lot like being in a relationship. How you might ask? Well, thank
your lucky stars because I am going to break it down for you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Most LOST fans did not fall in love at first sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; It took some time, some build-up for the
infatuation to turn into love. Things like these do not happen overnight, so if
you are one of those people that believe in love at first sight, you are either
full of crap or you are simply not a LOST fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Now, as I was saying…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Falling in love with LOST was a gradual process. Either
someone introduced you to the show or you just happen to come across it by
chance (like most great love stories). Your interest was piqued, you have never
been introduced to a show like this before, and it is one of a kind, so you
decide to try it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; It is a lot like
love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; At first, it’s an adventure and
there are so many new experiences. &amp;nbsp;You just want more and more. &amp;nbsp;It
becomes a little of an obsession! I watched my first season of LOST on DVD,
while on vacation in Florida, in December! So instead of lounging by the pool,
I was popping in DVD&#39;s one after the other in my aunt’s house, while my mother
kept asking me what the hell I was watching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;
She still does not get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt; It&#39;s ok mom, even if you don&#39;t understand it, just accept it, it will be easier for the both of us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;So after you watch the first couple of seasons, your new love must go on a
long business trip. You get a little sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; You
think about how LOST will be when it gets back, what new surprises it will have
for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;When it comes back, it is better than you remember it. So
you are back in it, devoted, hanging on every word, euphoric, you talk of
nothing else. After a date/episode is over you call your best friend and tell
them all about it. You are on a natural high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Then there comes a point, like in most relationships, when LOST starts to lose
some of its luster, it frustrates you, plays with you and leaves you guessing.
You start to wonder if all the time and effort you put into the show was worth
it. You debate this with your friends, you go online looking for answers (&lt;a href=&quot;http://lostpedia.wikia.com/&quot;&gt;lostpedia&lt;/a&gt;).
Like a good trooper you hang in there and tell yourself that not all shows are
perfect, you are going to give it a chance; because it&#39;s not like you are an easy
walk in the park either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Slowly the shows takes a new twist (flash-fowards) and it was like in the
beginning, you are even more devoted than ever. Then out of nowhere, the show must
go on another long trip and it keeps you again longing for your great love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Which brings us to today, this is when your relationship is faced with the
moment of truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is the day that
all LOST fans have been waiting for. The day when you wonder if you and the
show will take it to the next level. Will LOST be everything you imagined it to
be? Will it answer all of your questions or leave you disenchanted at the
altar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Tonight is the start of the end. I do not know if to be sad or excited. I am
excited to see how the writers are going to end it, but sad to see that my love
affair with LOST is almost over. It is bittersweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I hope in the end it is all that I imagined it to be and
more.&amp;nbsp; Will I be found or stay LOST?&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t know at this point which is better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://leydisays.blogspot.com/2010/02/are-you-lost-are-you-ready-to-be-found.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leydi)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMWzk2DRVRzo1NHTorIKFTaMuyPTPLl38KwtrCWNJp3UvjnxTB0HvkWsIlkUj_-rzq0kN4mvPshsTmmpb7j2jxD-KyqJufcnW4p7clCY9ttiGhcEQMXf9Ff-aDoxJplj3_L3_N-9lx_ME/s72-c/Sayid.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958760795185857332.post-8236785277351282528</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jan 2010 04:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-25T00:02:25.674-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Law and Order</category><title>Ohh Bobby...</title><description>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;In New York City&#39;s war on crime, the worst criminal offenders are pursued by the detectives of the Major Case Squad. These are their stories…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;This is the story of Leydi and Bobby Goren…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;In my first post, I promised a post about my huge crush on Vincent D’Onofrio. Many of you know that know me well, might have heard me express my adoration for Vincent (we are on a first name basis) or have heard the story about the time I saw him on the corner of University Place and 9th Street. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Every time I tell people I have a crush on him, they look at me with this weird look on their face, like I just told them I like animal porn (which I don’t, just in case you were wondering). Their first question is really?? Why is it so hard to fathom? Vincent is hot!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;I remember the first time, I saw Law &amp;amp; Order: Criminal Intent and met Detective Robert (Bobby) Goren. My crush started out slowly, he seemed to know everything about everything! He knows about science, literature, psychopaths, world cultures, sign language, poetry, this guy can be a college professor! But here he is beating the bad guys at their own game, all with a library card! Come on, how can you possibly not be drooling at the mouth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;As my crush grew, I watched more and more episodes of CI and was disappointed when NBC moved the show to the USA Network. Cable prime-time, where shows with a cult following, but not too much of a wide appeal go to live. I feel the episodes have gotten better since they have been on USA, better story lines and more interesting twists. As the show has progressed, Bobby has put on a little weight and his hair has grayed a little. It’s OK Bobby, I still love you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;So on Sunday nights, you can catch a Bobby marathon on Bravo, while I get a little bummed when it’s a Det. Mike Logan (Chris Noth, better known as Mr. Big) centered episode. They also give re-runs on WE and Channel 9, so I can get a Bobby fix practically anytime I want. For me it’s especially thrilling when I start an episode of Criminal Intent and its one I have never seen before, I am like a kid on the last day of school, grinning for all its worth :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;So for those of you who have not heard the Leydi and Vincent D’Onofrio’s story, here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;I am at the Chase bank on the corner of University Place and 9th Street as I am taking money out of the ATM, I hear one girl say to her friend “look it’s that guy from Law &amp;amp; Order” as I hear this, I could not get out of there fast enough, I thought it was Sam Waterston (D.A. Jack McCoy - Law &amp;amp; Order) or Christopher Meloni (Det. Elliot Stabler -Law &amp;amp; Order: SVU, who is also pretty hot) but to my delightful surprise it was Vincent!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;I crossed the street, he was eating a bag of nuts of some kind, waiting for the walk signal (like a good citizen) and I go up to him and say “OMG its Vincent D’Onofrio” and he smiles and says “Hi”! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;The light changes, he crosses the street and I start walking to my office (I was on an errand for my student worker job) and I want to kick myself for telling Vincent that he is Vincent!!! I couldn’t say something like, I am your biggest fan or I love your show? Nooooooooo, I make a complete ass of myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;So Vincent, if one day you read this and on the off-chance that you remember the clumsy college kid with posters in hand, that was me! And I just want to say I am your biggest fan and I love your show!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Ohhhh the Jersey Shore... My latest guilty pleasure. It’s like watching a train wreck in slow motion, but I am kind of sad it’s over. Will there be a Jersey Shore 2?? With all the popularity of this season, I see no reason why MTV would not capitalize on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Angelina &lt;/strong&gt;- Who travels with their clothes in black garbage bags? The so called &lt;em&gt;Kim Kardashian&lt;/em&gt; of Staten Island only last a couple of episodes. She was too good to go to work at the T-shirt shop after getting into a fight with her married boyfriend that she had only dated for a couple of months. You don&#39;t go to work; you cannot stay at the house, so poof, Angelina you are gone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pauly D&lt;/strong&gt; - Guido with a capital G! Blow-dried and gelled hair, tanned and back tattoos of Cadillac logos with the Italian flag colors. His hair looks so stiff it could possibly withstand a bullet. Pauly D did not create much drama on the show, but there was definite sexual tension between him and J-Woww. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vinny&lt;/strong&gt; - The only guy that does not tan, gel his hair or workout. A self-proclaimed mama&#39;s boy who loves to fist pump. He has to have an eyebrow problem, most of his facial expressions involve that they move up and down drastically in some way. I could just never understand those sweaty armpits, totally disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sammi &quot;The Sweetheart&quot;&lt;/strong&gt; - &quot;The sweetest bitch you will ever meet&quot; That is her opening line. She wears hair clips that are pretty scary looking and does not go anywhere without a pair of booty shorts. She first holds hands with Mike, then makes out with him, realizes he&#39;s not her type and makes out with Ronnie the same night and likes him better. Her and Ronnie fight constantly and apparently has a &lt;em&gt;&quot;Fred Flinstone&quot; &lt;/em&gt;big toe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ronnie&lt;/strong&gt; - The Rocky Balboa of the show. He knocked out a couple of random people that were starting fights with him. He has a really bad temper but has a soft spot for Sammi. He promised he would not fall in love at the shore, which proved not to be the case. Will the relationship last? Probably not. These two squabble so much over the silliest thing, I doubt they will last past this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J-Woww&lt;/strong&gt; - My favorite Jersey Shore cast member. I don&#39;t know, I guess it because from the beginning she states who she is and rarely deviates from it. Those huge boobs are distracting and she dresses like a stripper in the champagne room out in public, ohh and she will rip a guy’s head off after she has sex with him. What great qualities :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Situation&lt;/strong&gt; - And finally the character you love to hate. I am still trying to figure out if this is how Mike acts in real life or if this was all for the show. If he is for real, what girl would honestly look at him for more than two seconds? He is so obnoxious, back-stabbing and totally full of himself. The way he tried to hook-up with Sammi even though he knew she was with Ronnie was pathetic. He will definitely have his own reality TV career. He should be called &quot;The Personality&quot;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;This show is obviously an exaggeration of Guido and Guidette party lives. There has been a lot of backlash from the Italian-American community regarding the portrayal of Italians on the show. The cast members say they do not represent all of Italian-Americans; they are just having a good time at the shore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Are you ready for &lt;strong&gt;&quot;Snookin for Love&quot; &lt;/strong&gt;???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://leydisays.blogspot.com/2010/01/fist-pump.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leydi)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958760795185857332.post-2593973720493025146</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jan 2010 05:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-09T13:39:58.006-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nice :)</category><title>Do you dare to dream?</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&quot;I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: &quot;We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal.&quot;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;- Excerpt from I Have A Dream Speech - August 28, 1963. Washington, D.C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;We should all have dreams that are as noble as this.&amp;nbsp; We should be able to dream those idealistic dreams even if the world around us&amp;nbsp;sometimes proves us otherwise.&amp;nbsp; We should also be able to freely&amp;nbsp;live out those dreams even if others oppose you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Forty-six years after&amp;nbsp;Dr. King delivered the speech that almost every American (I hope) knows some of the important lines to, I still want to believe that what he preached will one day be reached in this country.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;For all to be treated as equals, not on paper but through actions.&amp;nbsp; In this&amp;nbsp;great country of ours that is a microcosm of the world, millions have come willingly or unwillingly, but in the end the dream is the same, to be free and to be treated as an equal.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;My own immigrant experience is not very different from others that have come to the United States looking for a better life.&amp;nbsp; My parents may not have fully understood at the time Dr. King&#39;s speech or how it would affect them, but I can assure you that they dreamed the same thing.&amp;nbsp; My brother and I dream the same dream and hopefully his children and my future children will still dream the same dream.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;If we begin to take the idea of equality for granted, then what was the point?&amp;nbsp; What was the point of so many risking their livelihoods&amp;nbsp;to protest, what was the point in my parents bringing me to this country?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;Like a true idealist, I still dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a dream that one day I will live in a world in which conformity will not beat out the creation of new ideas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a dream that one day the color of my skin, the accent in my voice and the curls in my hair will not be factors in judging my character...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have a dream that one day we can all really live in peace and love...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;I sound like a hippie :) but...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; dare to dream?&amp;nbsp; As you ponder&amp;nbsp;this question, I&amp;nbsp;leave you with this final quote from Dr. King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&quot;Man is man because he is free to operate within the framework of his destiny. He is free to deliberate, to make decisions, and to choose between alternatives. He is distinguished from animals by his freedom to do evil or to do good and to walk the high road of beauty or tread the low road of ugly degeneracy&quot; - &lt;/em&gt;Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., The Measures of Man, 1959.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I will      eat healthy foods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;For the past twenty years I don&#39;t think that I have ever kept a resolution past Valentine&#39;s Day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Think about it, you start the new year of right, or so you think.&amp;nbsp; You join the gym, you bring salads to work, you skip happy hour, but then February starts and its gets reallyyyyyy cold, so you might skip the gym once or twice and then you won&#39;t go for a week.&amp;nbsp; Valentine&#39;s Day comes around and if you have a date you most likely will go to a nice place and eat your surf and turf, have a bottle of wine and have dessert too, so there goes resolutions one, two and three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;After a couple of days, when the flowers die and you have eaten all of the Godiva, you start to worry that you won’t fit into those skinny jeans that cost you $125.&amp;nbsp; There goes resolution four and to be honest there goes the rest of the year and you think to yourself, you know what?&amp;nbsp; I will just get them next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;In attempts to not be a total loser, I will be more practical. I will tweak my resolutions to look a little like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I will      try to walk at least 30 minutes a day... when its not too hot, too cold,      raining, snowing, or drizzling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I will      not eat Big Macs... regularly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I will      not watch a lot of TV... Unless its DVR, because that doesn&#39;t count, I am      skipping commercials thus only watching quality television&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I will      try and not be so snarky... unless the comment is just so funny that I      just have to say it 
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Now just typing that was liberating.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;We as people are way too hard on ourselves.&amp;nbsp; We live in a world were everyone is trying to outsmart the other, be hotter than the other and have more money than the other.&amp;nbsp; We make bad choices and then feel bad for ourselves and think that on the eve of the New Year we can erase all of those extra glasses of wine and that time you ate a whole pint of Haagen-Dazs with unattainable resolutions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Let’s face it, some of us are fat slobs that watch way too much TV and then worry about it.&amp;nbsp; Well, I will not be that person! If I will be a fat slob, I will at least enjoy myself and have that extra drink at happy hour.&amp;nbsp; You only live once!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;But seriously, I will make resolutions for myself everyday I wake up.&amp;nbsp; I will make decisions that are good for me and those I love, but if I happen to wake up on the wrong side of the bed, and eat that Big Mac with large fries for lunch, I won’t worry about it.&amp;nbsp; I will just get them the next day.&amp;nbsp; I will not wait another year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;So, join me!&amp;nbsp; Throw out those old resolutions and ring in the New Year knowing that every day is a new day and every new day is new chance to get it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Happy New Year Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;






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&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://leydisays.blogspot.com/2009/12/resolutions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leydi)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7958760795185857332.post-8898282131285130527</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Dec 2009 18:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-29T13:41:25.312-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Rants</category><title>First Post</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I have been thinking of this blog for a while now.&amp;nbsp; At least for a year, but for some reason, I never got around to it.&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t know if it was laziness, nerves or what that kept me from writing, but I hope that once I get started,&amp;nbsp; I won&#39;t be able to stop...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;For the last couple of days I have wrestled with what I would post about.&amp;nbsp; What would be a good first blog, what would be good enough to start a legacy?&amp;nbsp; I had a million thoughts.&amp;nbsp; Should I write about my adoration with Vincent D&#39;Onofrio of Law &amp;amp; Order: Criminal Intent fame (there will be a post dedicated to this, don&#39;t worry :)?&amp;nbsp; My recent trip to Cancun?&amp;nbsp; My hate of the snow and the cold?&amp;nbsp; Resolutions for the new year??? After thinking about it I decided to dedicate this blog to three people that have been pushing me to start this damn thing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carolina&lt;/b&gt; - My fabulous friend.&amp;nbsp; She is smart, witty and cute as hell, can&#39;t be on time for the life of her, but she still rocks!!&amp;nbsp; Carolina is a young mom, entrepreneur, and writer.&amp;nbsp; By reading her own personal blog &lt;a href=&quot;http://carolinapichardo.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;http://carolinapichardo.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; you can see what a great writer she is.&amp;nbsp; Ohh, before I forget, here&#39;s another plug, her other endeavor YUM - Young Urban Moms, get it Yum, Yummy. &amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youngurbanmoms.org/&quot;&gt;http://www.youngurbanmoms.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wes&lt;/b&gt; - My RA little brother :) When I met Wes back in August, I didn&#39;t know what to think?&amp;nbsp; Who was this waspy kid speaking better Spanish than me??&amp;nbsp; As weeks went by, we would talk about the problems of the world, what we as human beings can contribute to this cruel world.&amp;nbsp; What not to do on a date.&amp;nbsp; Golf.&amp;nbsp; People I don&#39;t like, because Wes likes everybody, and that is the truth.&amp;nbsp; Religion.&amp;nbsp; Poverty.&amp;nbsp; Living in far away lands and everything in between.&amp;nbsp; Lately, our conversations have centered around putting thoughts down and making ourselves accountable, for the sake of ourselves and not others.&amp;nbsp; The following clip will describe a little bit of Wes in about five minutes.&amp;nbsp; We watched this video two times, back to back.&amp;nbsp; Its funny and thoughtful, just like my little brother Wes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bwVVpwBKUp0&quot;&gt;Class of 99 - Wear Sunscreen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Last, but not least, &lt;b&gt;Eddie&lt;/b&gt; - My best friend and boyfriend.&amp;nbsp; Poor Eddie, he has had to hear about this thing forever and ever.&amp;nbsp; He will send me reminder emails after I say something funny or witty telling me that my latest ramblings would be a good idea for a blog.&amp;nbsp; I secretly think he wants me to start this thing so he does not have to hear me go on and on and on.&amp;nbsp; Now he has to do both, hear and read :) Love you babe!!&amp;nbsp; Eddie is the smartest and funniest person I know.&amp;nbsp; Under the dry humor is someone with a gentle heart and boyish smile.&amp;nbsp; He is always full of interesting conversation, he challenges me to be a better me and I am eternally grateful.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Carolina, Wes and Eddie, this is to you.&amp;nbsp; Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://leydisays.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Leydi)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>