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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2enclosuresfull.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><title>MOMnificent</title><link>http://momnificent.blogspot.com/</link><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Momnificent" /><description>Magnificent Moms in action!</description><language>en</language><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (MOMnificent)</managingEditor><lastBuildDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2011 14:31:57 PDT</lastBuildDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><feedburner:info uri="momnificent" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><media:category scheme="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd">Kids &amp; Family</media:category><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>Magnificent Moms in action!</itunes:subtitle><itunes:category text="Kids &amp; Family" /><item><title>MOM</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Momnificent/~3/XtirAUzBflI/mom.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MOMnificent)</author><pubDate>Sat, 27 Nov 2010 21:10:12 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024645868320214377.post-5916621872245946889</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/TPHkIuvXGOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ufi4GrL8ohk/s1600/mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/TPHkIuvXGOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ufi4GrL8ohk/s400/mom.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544463454906554594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no greater challenge or more profound joy in a woman's life than that of motherhood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024645868320214377-5916621872245946889?l=momnificent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XS7Zo2wBOK0G0e4SeZBmmgzF1vE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XS7Zo2wBOK0G0e4SeZBmmgzF1vE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-28T13:10:12.405+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/TPHkIuvXGOI/AAAAAAAAAMU/ufi4GrL8ohk/s72-c/mom.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momnificent.blogspot.com/2010/11/mom.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>The Miracle of Life</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Momnificent/~3/6BqpfGM0h8E/miracle-of-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MOMnificent)</author><pubDate>Wed, 24 Nov 2010 16:46:10 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024645868320214377.post-2870394553623389939</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/TO2xWeU_XGI/AAAAAAAAAME/SsxUEydhkkM/s1600/children_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/TO2xWeU_XGI/AAAAAAAAAME/SsxUEydhkkM/s200/children_heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543281716019289186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life is precious&lt;br /&gt;We hear it so often&lt;br /&gt;it becomes&lt;br /&gt;a litany without meaning&lt;br /&gt;until the moment when&lt;br /&gt;life explodes upon you&lt;br /&gt;Pain and ecstasy at once&lt;br /&gt;place within your arms that perfect&lt;br /&gt;precious entity&lt;br /&gt;The absolute realization of an idea&lt;br /&gt;that words keep in the shadow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;of our consciousness&lt;br /&gt;A kind universe&lt;br /&gt;The smiling face of God&lt;br /&gt;Good beyond measure&lt;br /&gt;This tiny individual --&lt;br /&gt;this proof of hope and truth&lt;br /&gt;and all things beautiful&lt;br /&gt;The wonder of creation that is&lt;br /&gt;your child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024645868320214377-2870394553623389939?l=momnificent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ps22lfWcaEtjqvhC5sglEOMnw90/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ps22lfWcaEtjqvhC5sglEOMnw90/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-25T08:46:10.446+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/TO2xWeU_XGI/AAAAAAAAAME/SsxUEydhkkM/s72-c/children_heart.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momnificent.blogspot.com/2010/11/miracle-of-life.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Children, our Pride and Joy</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Momnificent/~3/hD4XRF2K0W0/children-our-pride-and-joy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MOMnificent)</author><pubDate>Thu, 11 Mar 2010 16:08:43 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024645868320214377.post-1580360638553178712</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/S5mF76BKHtI/AAAAAAAAAL0/I4AHfmJ2i4M/s1600-h/children.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/S5mF76BKHtI/AAAAAAAAAL0/I4AHfmJ2i4M/s200/children.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447532488514215634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A child is a touch that bonds you for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile that makes your heart soar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are our pride and joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their happiness becomes yours and whose pain is harder to take than your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their laughter lights up your life and their tears will break your heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child is LOVE that goes so deep it becomes part of your soul&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024645868320214377-1580360638553178712?l=momnificent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JX_bwEggMxVCfZ73iXe_Lya4ZfU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JX_bwEggMxVCfZ73iXe_Lya4ZfU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-12T08:08:43.439+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/S5mF76BKHtI/AAAAAAAAAL0/I4AHfmJ2i4M/s72-c/children.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momnificent.blogspot.com/2010/03/children-our-pride-and-joy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>A Mother's Love is Forever</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Momnificent/~3/XPK98zRkL2U/mothers-love-is-forever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MOMnificent)</author><pubDate>Wed, 13 May 2009 17:20:07 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024645868320214377.post-2785247790234347904</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SgtjbFl4dhI/AAAAAAAAALk/RshmxZjSnYw/s1600-h/circle-children.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SgtjbFl4dhI/AAAAAAAAALk/RshmxZjSnYw/s400/circle-children.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335467500559169042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is an overwhelming feeling of love that fills a mother's heart whenever she stops and thinks of what a miracle her children are to her life and how absolutely wonderful her life is because of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All parents feel a special kind of endless love for their children, yet there is no way for a child ever to comprehend the depth of that love until the day comes when they are parents, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child is a miracle that never ceases to be miraculous.  A Child is full of beauty and forever beautiful.  A child is loving and caring and truly amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will pass by, and so many things will change, but the absolute joy that a child brings to life will only grow deeper and more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant wait to see my second child soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024645868320214377-2785247790234347904?l=momnificent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mFqcYlMLarj4dFnyyLiGiFZV0P8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mFqcYlMLarj4dFnyyLiGiFZV0P8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-14T08:20:07.875+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SgtjbFl4dhI/AAAAAAAAALk/RshmxZjSnYw/s72-c/circle-children.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momnificent.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-love-is-forever.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>A Lifetime of Happiness Begins When You Become a Mother</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Momnificent/~3/d60kKBF_InM/lifetime-of-happiness-begins-when-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MOMnificent)</author><pubDate>Mon, 11 May 2009 17:36:16 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024645868320214377.post-2837431878670371596</guid><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SgjEc1IKWBI/AAAAAAAAALc/tozpF8XP7fs/s1600-h/Mom+and+Child2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 128px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SgjEc1IKWBI/AAAAAAAAALc/tozpF8XP7fs/s400/Mom+and+Child2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334729758197045266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing can quite compare  to the joy of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No words can describe  the happiness  that having a baby brings or come close to expressing the pride and love you feel the moment you first hold your child in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a mother is a special gift  that fills your life  with happiness, love,  and a lifetime of memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may be late, but I want to greet all moms, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Happy Mothers' Day!&lt;/span&gt; Nothing really beats the fulfillment of being a mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024645868320214377-2837431878670371596?l=momnificent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fXtv0mNL7L1kjHa4LIaIcd_rQeQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fXtv0mNL7L1kjHa4LIaIcd_rQeQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-12T08:36:16.972+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SgjEc1IKWBI/AAAAAAAAALc/tozpF8XP7fs/s72-c/Mom+and+Child2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momnificent.blogspot.com/2009/05/lifetime-of-happiness-begins-when-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Sweet Treat on Valentines Day</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Momnificent/~3/purn_FLE7Fw/sweet-treat-on-valentines-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MOMnificent)</author><pubDate>Thu, 12 Feb 2009 20:27:50 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024645868320214377.post-651486013050775834</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SZPFrAVRMHI/AAAAAAAAALM/7FaImfgVDgo/s1600-h/Egg1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301798528959459442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SZPFrAVRMHI/AAAAAAAAALM/7FaImfgVDgo/s400/Egg1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301798331752821458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SZPFfhristI/AAAAAAAAALE/QCr_1B0OGcA/s400/love+letter3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It’s Valentines Day on Feb. 14 and I guess most couples will really celebrate it even to the simplest way they can for as long as they would be together on this very special day. Thinking of what perfect gift to give to your spouse, sons daughters and other members of the family this Valentines Day? Well, I am sharing to all of what my friend -Wendy has passed on to me of a “Valentines Day Tradition” that I will surely will do this Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Get up early and fix a sumptuous breakfast meal for your family like bacon, sausage, eggs, waffles and so on. Go for their favorites. Then, hang something red like balloons around your dining room;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Write a love-note to each family member and place this on the plate;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.For your spouse, write him a sincere love-letter. Include the qualities that you loved most about your husband and mention the favorite times you’ve shared together throughout the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my co-bloggers, have a Happy and Sweet Valentines Day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024645868320214377-651486013050775834?l=momnificent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QtV_IQm-vqcbGRfhU2Tbl60pJzI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/QtV_IQm-vqcbGRfhU2Tbl60pJzI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-13T12:27:50.918+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SZPFrAVRMHI/AAAAAAAAALM/7FaImfgVDgo/s72-c/Egg1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momnificent.blogspot.com/2009/02/sweet-treat-on-valentines-day.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Morning sickness remedies that work</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Momnificent/~3/iTVLrrStw6Y/morning-sickness-remedies-that-work.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MOMnificent)</author><pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 16:22:10 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024645868320214377.post-7729207612790778241</guid><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SZIY3OUkfgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/PB406YP8-_k/s1600-h/pregnant+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301327048384740866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SZIY3OUkfgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/PB406YP8-_k/s400/pregnant+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Like some women, morning sickness is still present even in the second trimester of pregnancy. I still try anything safe to save off the pregnancy sickness - sucking lemon drops, sipping hot teas, even eating crackers in bed. Yet what causes that nauseous feeling remains somewhat of a mystery. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some researchers contend it's the body's natural defense system at work, protecting our baby from harmful toxins, though the most popular theory is that it's due to elevated hormones. But since all pregnant women's hormones are in flux, why do only a little more than half of expectant moms get sick? Often, more hormones circulating means a greater chance we'll be feeling pukey. I think environment also plays a role: Scents like strong perfume, the sight of certain foods, and motion can trigger nausea. In addition, stress, fatigue and operating on an empty stomach can make us more prone to gastrointestinal upsets. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have tried the following remedies which not only work but help me get through my daily activities. Drinking ginger tea; sniff, eat and lick lemons - the refreshing smell and taste calm our stomachs; and lastly eating my favorite healthy food, it said that any food will protect our stomach lining. Even if all we can eat is potato chips, go for it. Many pregnant women are determined to eat what they are supposed to eat, but the real key when we are having morning sickness is to eat anything as long as we can keep it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024645868320214377-7729207612790778241?l=momnificent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CALLSLQuXcX0O2Znh0Kg_yNOLmM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/CALLSLQuXcX0O2Znh0Kg_yNOLmM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-11T08:22:10.794+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SZIY3OUkfgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/PB406YP8-_k/s72-c/pregnant+2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momnificent.blogspot.com/2009/02/morning-sickness-remedies-that-work.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Touch me not</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Momnificent/~3/KiVqhYH-0RA/touch-me-not.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MOMnificent)</author><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 15:02:37 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024645868320214377.post-7431709465823503787</guid><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SW0c-jiRQGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/p8tKvmQDWKs/s1600-h/couple+hugging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290916998246645858" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SW0c-jiRQGI/AAAAAAAAAKc/p8tKvmQDWKs/s320/couple+hugging.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A child and pregnancy take a lot out of a marriage: time, energy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;attention&lt;/span&gt;, for starters. And I know when the kids get older, when they join sports or other activities and make friends of their own, they demand even more time, energy and attention. Eventually, between jobs and carpooling and household chores, the person we end up having the least amount of time for is our spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most days now, I am lucky to have enough energy to give my husband a kiss goodnight. That romp between the sheets that he is begging for is out of the question. I told him that when I'm not so tired, or maybe sometime over the weekend would be good. He rolls over, frustrated, and I stare into the darkness, exhausted and wondering if I'll ever be in the mood again. Oftentimes, when sex does happen, it feels more like a chore than an act of pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It says that a sexless marriage, even if its is temporary, can cause a sense of disconnectedness between a wife and husband. I know it is important part of the glue that keeps parents or married couples connected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this is just happening now because I'm pregnant and caring for a toddler, maybe things will change later on say after giving birth? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; 5 more months to go! Can my husband wait that long?? Hopefully...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024645868320214377-7431709465823503787?l=momnificent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WUHg5fRuiThL-wzDtaqX5PRu0rU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WUHg5fRuiThL-wzDtaqX5PRu0rU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-24T10:32:50.074+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SVGfRBfBaJI/AAAAAAAAAKU/108aHZ3qPnA/s72-c/christmas+greetings.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momnificent.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>An Inspirational Quote</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Momnificent/~3/1g-v763ijYc/inspirational-quote.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MOMnificent)</author><pubDate>Thu, 11 Dec 2008 22:34:54 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024645868320214377.post-6920331048722957191</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SUID0jzlSdI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZBPzdi2UI1U/s1600-h/picture+of+God.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278785914731317714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SUID0jzlSdI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZBPzdi2UI1U/s320/picture+of+God.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“ Don’t tell your problems to God but rather tell your problem that you have a Great God.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh! this is the exact inspirational quote that I’ve heard from our Boxing Hero Champion &lt;strong&gt;Manny “Pacman” Pacquiao&lt;/strong&gt; when He uttered this in his speech at the Thanksgiving Mass held at the Quiapo Church and during his courtesy visit to our President&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true message He wants to convey is that most of us we only remember our Great God in times of problems but have we ever thought that we have a Great God whom we should think first above all other things in our life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us always remember that problems will come and go. Everyday we are facing problems but if we have Him in our heart and soul everything will be in right thinking and come up with the right decisions to solve our problems. The inspirational quote above will give us the strength and the wisdom to face all life’s hardships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all, Think only of our &lt;strong&gt;Great God&lt;/strong&gt; and everything will be at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Bless us all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024645868320214377-6920331048722957191?l=momnificent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Lk47nu5NQQAk-It22lq7UN4xw88/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Lk47nu5NQQAk-It22lq7UN4xw88/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-12T14:34:54.575+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SUID0jzlSdI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZBPzdi2UI1U/s72-c/picture+of+God.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momnificent.blogspot.com/2008/12/inspirational-quote.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>My Son has a letter to Santa</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Momnificent/~3/uMxlxlIP9zY/my-son-has-letter-to-santa.html</link><category>Inspirational</category><category>Education</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (MOMnificent)</author><pubDate>Thu, 11 Dec 2008 20:28:46 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024645868320214377.post-2697143752078142057</guid><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SUHnmtoVW-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/9h7VOdLLYXA/s1600-h/BOy+writing+letter+to+Santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278754890524744674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SUHnmtoVW-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/9h7VOdLLYXA/s320/BOy+writing+letter+to+Santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Friday night my son and I are in the mall to get some grocery stuffs for the house. Since it’s already time for dinner I decided to just have a Happy Meal at McDonald's. While eating I asked him what he want for Christmas. He immediately replied and said, Mommy I just want a toy car and a robot- that’s his favorite toys actually so I won’t wonder why those were the ones that came first in his mind. I remember I would like to teach him to write a letter to Santa and so I told him someone out there would make your wish come true if you would be good. He replied, Yes Mom I will and who will that be? I replied, later you would know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ate we walk around the mall and He saw a Big Santa with his reindeers, hang in the ceiling of the mall’s atrium. I asked him, do you see that? That’s Santa and He is coming to town this Christmas to give presents to all the children who were been good and if you write a letter to him, he will surely grant your wish. I saw the smile in&lt;br /&gt;his eyes and said, Mommy when we reach home please guide me on how to write a letter to Santa. I said, Yes I will and I loved too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we reach home, even yet without dressing down and change his clothes. He pulled out a pencil and a paper inside his bag and started to write a letter. He asked me how to start it off and how to spell the words. I guided him and so he was able to write a simple letter to Santa telling that he wants a toy car with a remote and a robot. After, He went to his room and gets a stocking (His old sock) and put in the letter and hangs the stocking on the Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was in silence for a minute and I thought He would stop asking me about Santa, I was wrong, he then asked me, Mom what is the date today? I showed him the calendar and told that today is Dec. 5 and 20 more days to go and its Christmas and Santa would bring you your wish of a toy car and a robot. His face immediately turned from happy to sad emotion and said, Mommy it’s too long to wait for 20 more days and started to count his fingers. I laughed and told him to have patience and Santa would not give your gift if you were in a hurry. Oh! I love his innocence but I’m glad my objective to let him write a simple letter was accomplished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go, every morning when he wakes up he would go and see our Christmas tree. He promised to wait until the eve of Christmas. So to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Dadnificent&lt;/span&gt; start to wrap our gift to him and be a Santa on Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024645868320214377-2697143752078142057?l=momnificent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x6UpHnmQbEOsgjTYoZZa1RzdXFY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/x6UpHnmQbEOsgjTYoZZa1RzdXFY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-12T12:28:46.189+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SUHnmtoVW-I/AAAAAAAAAJc/9h7VOdLLYXA/s72-c/BOy+writing+letter+to+Santa.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momnificent.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-son-has-letter-to-santa.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>A Letter to Santa Claus</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Momnificent/~3/DQoB670xp-g/letter-to-santa-claus-this-christmas.html</link><category>Inspirational</category><category>Education</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (MOMnificent)</author><pubDate>Thu, 11 Dec 2008 20:17:41 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024645868320214377.post-4323431329592660767</guid><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/STjoOn2xwQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LOUGUhZlTuw/s1600-h/letter+for+santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276222301379084546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/STjoOn2xwQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LOUGUhZlTuw/s320/letter+for+santa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Does your child love to write? If yes, this coming Christmas Holidays why don't we sit down and guide your child to write a letter to Santa Claus and put this in a stocking on a Christmas tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why to Santa? Well, Children believe that Santa Claus exists and if they are good they will surely receive a nice present from Him. This is what most parents would say to their children when in time for Christmas. Not that we are telling a lie that Santa Claus do exist but we just want them to know that someone out there appreciates a child who is kind, respectful, helpful and obedient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was a child, My Mom and Dad would see me hanging a stocking on the Christmas tree and they would guide me to write a letter telling Santa the gift I want for Christmas. On Christmas morning, I’m so excited to see my stocking and to my surprised I got my wish. I thanked my Mom and Dad of helping me to write and prayed of my wish to Santa. And as I grow up I’ve known that Santa does not really exist and only my Dad and Mom was the ones who put in the gift inside the stocking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned to do this with my child. The idea and objective is not that I’m teaching of a character that does not really exist in real life but I want my child to learn how to write simple letter and to express himself of what he want for Christmas and that if He is good, wish will be granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all Moms and Dads, this is a perfect bonding time and perfect present we could give to our children this Christmas. Let’s teach them how to write a letter to Santa Claus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024645868320214377-4323431329592660767?l=momnificent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oRVnG6XiRDt8dsUiaxO7C_3Nqt8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/oRVnG6XiRDt8dsUiaxO7C_3Nqt8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-12T12:17:41.164+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/STjoOn2xwQI/AAAAAAAAAJU/LOUGUhZlTuw/s72-c/letter+for+santa.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momnificent.blogspot.com/2008/12/letter-to-santa-claus-this-christmas.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Decision Making</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Momnificent/~3/NEjQOz-qAuM/decision-making.html</link><category>Education</category><category>Awareness</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (MOMnificent)</author><pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 01:23:07 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024645868320214377.post-872075857210162013</guid><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SS5GhM12bLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZteZH0zMWJ4/s1600-h/arrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273229749894147250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SS5GhM12bLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZteZH0zMWJ4/s320/arrow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever had wrong decisions in life? Well, you may say Yes and a lot of times but have we ever thought to analyse, evaluate and reflect why we end up making wrong decisions? Here’s a very interesting story I received in my email box. The story gives us an insight into Decision Making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Group of children were playing near two railway tracks, one still in use while the other disused. Only one child played on the disused track, the rest on the operational track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train came, and you were just beside the track interchange. You could make the train change its course to the disused track and saved most of the kids. However, that would also mean the lone child playing by the disused track would be sacrificed. Or would you rather let the train go its way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a pause to think what kind of decision we could make.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, analyse the situation&lt;br /&gt;Think, evaluate and reflect…….&lt;br /&gt;Assess risks and&lt;br /&gt;Decide your answer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now … go ahead….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people might choose to divert the course of the train, and sacrifice only one child. To save most of the children at the expense of only one child was rational decision most people would make, morally and emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, have you ever thought that the child choosing to play on the disused track had in fact made the right decision to play at a safe place? Nevertheless, he had to be sacrificed because of his ignorant friends who chose to play where the danger was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of dilemma happens around us everyday. In the office, community, in politics and especially in a democratic society, the minority is often sacrificed for the interest of the majority, no matter how foolish or ignorant the majority are, and how farsighted and knowledgeable the minority are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;Just last night in the news here in our country, the majority of the Congressman won over the Minority one in fight for not pursuing the Impeachment case of the President. How about the very controversial envelope during the Impeachment trial of a former President? “To open or not to open” well, as expected “not to open” won the majority of the votes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;To continue the story…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The child who chose not to play with the rest on the operational track was sidelined. And in the case he was sacrificed, no one would shed a tear for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make the proper decision is not try to change the course of the train because the kids playing on the operational track should have known very well that track was still in use, and that they should have run away if they heard the train sirens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the train was diverted, that lone child would definitely die because he never thought the train could come over to that track! Moreover, that track was not in use probably because it was not safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the train was diverted to the track, we could put the lives of all passengers on board at stake! And in your attempt to save a few kids by sacrificing one child, you might end up sacrificing hundreds of people to save these few kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we are all aware that life is full of tough decisions that need to be made, we may not realize that hasty decisions may not always be the right one. "Remember that what's right isn't always popular... and what's popular isn't always right."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everybody makes mistakes; that's why they put erasers on pencils&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024645868320214377-872075857210162013?l=momnificent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eR0Siipd_51fucFdSW40R68rgk4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eR0Siipd_51fucFdSW40R68rgk4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-05T17:23:07.938+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SS5GhM12bLI/AAAAAAAAAJM/ZteZH0zMWJ4/s72-c/arrow.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momnificent.blogspot.com/2008/11/decision-making.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>It's Joke Time again....</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Momnificent/~3/5dWXeut0QjA/its-joke-time-again.html</link><category>Joke</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (MOMnificent)</author><pubDate>Mon, 24 Nov 2008 23:35:23 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024645868320214377.post-3605031137144313426</guid><description>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272494838426972226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SSuqHuSFMEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/mzvZZioAJEQ/s320/Turkey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;To all my blogsphere living in the U.S.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What key has legs and can't open doors&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A turkey!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to all!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024645868320214377-3605031137144313426?l=momnificent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sE8mRkNacT7r3zcMlD2CrRLKNJA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sE8mRkNacT7r3zcMlD2CrRLKNJA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-25T15:35:23.756+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SSuqHuSFMEI/AAAAAAAAAJE/mzvZZioAJEQ/s72-c/Turkey.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momnificent.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-joke-time-again.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>For 10 minutes I was a Teacher!</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Momnificent/~3/iMXXcWXfT2c/for-10-minutes-i-was-teacher.html</link><category>Education</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (MOMnificent)</author><pubDate>Fri, 21 Nov 2008 01:06:10 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024645868320214377.post-704270033017687589</guid><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SSZ536hsshI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_8EhEqjidA4/s1600-h/teacher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271034415394107922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 109px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SSZ536hsshI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_8EhEqjidA4/s320/teacher.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's English Week at my child's school, parents were invited to volunteer and participate in the class to “Read Out Loud” and be the storyteller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually my co-mom Amy, who is also a friend, the one who volunteered to “Read Out Loud” a Story to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kindergartners&lt;/span&gt;. She asked me to help her and was tasked to do the Icebreaker. I have chosen to teach children of a song about emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I start the ball rolling. To the tune of a Nursery song “If you’re Happy and You know it Clap your Hands” I have changed the three last words of the lyrics of the five emotional reaction. Happy, Sad, Angry, Scared and Surprised. The kids love it and enjoy the song and have followed me on the different emotional reactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it was Mommy Amy's turn to read the story, I have observed that children do really love storytelling. They were very silent and attentive -it shows in their eyes the excitement of what will happen next. Amy was able to cover all the important tips on storytelling. With just few trainings, she can be a Teacher. After all she graduated college with a degree of B.S. English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. First, she reads the title of the book and explain that the title of the book is the name of the story. The author and illustrator were told so.&lt;br /&gt;2. She had fun reading the speeches of the speaking animals.&lt;br /&gt;3. A word with Big Letters was emphasized.&lt;br /&gt;4. She has asked the children of questions like who is the main character to test if they were able to understand the story.&lt;br /&gt;5. And last, she gave the moral lesson of the story and has explained to the children that a moral lesson teaches something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was indeed a great fun teaching experience for both of us. We learned how to interact with a big crowd of kids and now we can relate to what the Teachers are going through. If I would be asked if I want to be a “Teacher” in the true sense of its meaning, I prefer to be a blogger(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024645868320214377-704270033017687589?l=momnificent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zE3sirQixpoAWrWsZJ0jyIPI414/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zE3sirQixpoAWrWsZJ0jyIPI414/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-21T17:06:10.714+08:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SSZ536hsshI/AAAAAAAAAI8/_8EhEqjidA4/s72-c/teacher.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momnificent.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-10-minutes-i-was-teacher.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>I had a miscarriaged</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Momnificent/~3/d3Fw-409H1s/i-had-miscarriage.html</link><category>Health</category><category>Family</category><category>Mild</category><category>Awareness</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (MOMnificent)</author><pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 17:00:18 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024645868320214377.post-2227317903672086035</guid><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SSNjpopDg0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/xCegA8X4hTs/s1600-h/pregnant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270165555889013570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 55px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sqnNbK5getM/SSNjpopDg0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/xCegA8X4hTs/s400/pregnant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having a miscarriage, even at a very early stage in pregnancy, is traumatic. Guilt compound my misery - seems like a miscarriage is my fault that everything I did and ate had caused the miscarriage... My case is missed abortion, the fetus dies and is not spontaneously expelled so I had to undergone dilation and curettage. It was one of the difficult times of our lives, it was a planned pregnancy and we saw it developing through ultrasound until it was 8 weeks old when the doctor told us the bad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I allowed myself to grieve, I was never over it until after 4 months after when I learned that I am pregnant again. Although, the fear of miscarriage keeps my joy guarded, I can not deny the fact that getting pregnant again as soon as it is safe is possibly the best therapy I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some expectant women like me refrain from spreading the happy news until the fourth month, when we begin to feel secure that the pregnancy will indeed continue. But I have learned that though its hard for parents to accept it at the time, when a miscarriage does occur it is usually a blessing. Early miscarriage is generally a natural selection process in which a defective fetus is discarded, probably because it is incapable of survival or is overwhelmingly defective. Most women who have had one miscarriage do not become habitual aborters. In fact a miscarriage is an assurance of fertility, and the great majority of women who lose a pregnancy this way go on to complete one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor suggest waiting three to six months before trying to conceive again. I took advantage of this waiting period - I spend it improving my diet and health habits, hoping that this time around I'll have normal pregnancy and a healthy baby. I am on my third month and counting and crossing fingers and leaving it all to Him...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024645868320214377-2227317903672086035?l=momnificent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zQi8-vlUAFnfEOFoAi8vlfdTM40/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zQi8-vlUAFnfEOFoAi8vlfdTM40/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-14T13:37:35.556+08:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://momnificent.blogspot.com/2008/11/annoying-phone-calls.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>It won't work out.</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Momnificent/~3/coYm3nbX3Mk/it-wont-work-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (MOMnificent)</author><pubDate>Tue, 11 Nov 2008 23:20:12 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2024645868320214377.post-6221356209140119773</guid><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;About a year ago had passed since a husband and a wife had an amicable divorce. The wife then decided that it is time to start dating again. Unsure how to begin, she thought to scan the personals column of a local newspaper. She came across three men who seemed like they'd be promising candidates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A couple of days later, She was checking the answering machine and discovered a message from her ex-husband. The husband said,  "I was over visiting the kids yesterday. While I was there I happened to notice you had circled some ads in the paper. Don't bother calling the guy in the second column. I can tell you right now it won't work out. That guy is me"  (hehe../lol!)... OK fine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2024645868320214377-6221356209140119773?l=momnificent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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