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June 19, &amp;nbsp;evening. Our flight by Continental Airline&amp;nbsp;to Newark&amp;nbsp;was two hours delayed. But our 10 month-old Zachary managed to entertain himself with the old folks, also passengers waiting. He's such a friendly, smiling little &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;booboo&lt;/span&gt;. Most of the women were charmed by his big head, small face, chubby cheeks and bright eyes. &lt;br /&gt;
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Inside the plane, Zachary made a good impression to the passengers, especially the lady sitting beside us. They became friends and she's very entertained by him. I didn't have good rest and my back ached though. But it could have been worse if there was no bassinet. He's a big boy now and can't hold him long anymore. He slept in a bassinet then I danced him when he woke up yet still tired. &lt;br /&gt;
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June 20, midday. We arrived at Newark Liberty International&amp;nbsp;Airport, my second time! Daddy made a mistake renting our car the other day then realized that our car was too small for all our luggage. It took us 3 hours to get out finally from the airport. Zachary even napped in my arms in the rental car office, at the stairs. Drove almost 2 hours to Washington Crossing, PA, where Zachary's grandfather (&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Opa&lt;/span&gt; Walt) and step-grandma (Nana Peg) live, &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; slept more in his car seat until we arrived at his &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Opa's&lt;/span&gt; house. &lt;br /&gt;
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June 20-22, nights..exhausting nights. Zachary wasn't adjusted to time change at all. It's 6 hours time earlier than Hawaii time. He napped at 8:00 pm, woke up at 10:00 pm, played, crawled and etc then at between 2-3 am we drove around for him to go back to sleep. By 4 am he started sleeping till 10 am. I fed him his breakfast that late and had later lunch, after lunch, he napped again for an hour. How about us? Very exhausted. I drank coffee for twice a day just to keep up. His dad had to get some sleep though because he drives. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;It was fun, meeting the family again. It was great to meet &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Zac's&lt;/span&gt; cousins and uncles and aunties and family friends. We even met&amp;nbsp;one of the family friends, Marion, &amp;nbsp;a very intelligent woman, the mother of Jon Stewart (of The Daily Show of Jon Stewart) and she gave a book as a present to Zachary. We&amp;nbsp;also met the babysitter of my husband's when he was a baby and all other wonderful people.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Nana, holding &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; and Ms. Marion, smiling)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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June 23, midday. We drove to &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Marlton&lt;/span&gt;, New Jersey to see my husband's mother and her husband, Zachary's Nana Nancy and Grandpa Jerry. It took us like more than an hour to get there and Zachary just slept the whole ride, which is really incredible. &lt;br /&gt;
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June 24-25 with "Whisper" a wheaten terrier dog. She's a very loving dog and she loves Zachary. Every time he cries, Whisper worries. He loves his Nana very much, they even have great pictures together. Though his sleeps were still in the same pattern like the other nights. &lt;br /&gt;
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June 25, afternoon. Started driving from &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Marlton&lt;/span&gt;, New Jersey to pass New York to arrive at Connecticut. The longest ride I ever did. We stopped at some scenic spots to stretch and rest for few minutes. Zachary slept most of the time, and every time he's awake, I did all my best to entertain him. I just got to do everything, aside from feeding him so he won't get bored. So I didn't sleep to with our driver, my husband and his mom so we can all help to take the right direction. After 8 hours, we were still driving in a winding road, so dark that the fireflies look like stars and finally arrived at the &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Milavsky&lt;/span&gt; residence, where Nana's sister and her husband live. &lt;br /&gt;
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June 26-28. &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Storrs&lt;/span&gt;, Connecticut - the Gordon Family reunion. The first time they met Zachary and he was such a bundle of joy to everyone. His favorite uncle Joe, just made him laugh and smile at all time. The house is great and big. It's in the middle of the woods, which is really beautiful, so green and lushly, full of life and beautiful wild flowers. It was so great to be there adding the wonderful family we belong to now. They're such nice people, friendly, funny, artistic&amp;nbsp;and good-looking. I will not be surprised, when someday Zachary will be known for an art. &lt;br /&gt;
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June 28, evening. We arrived at the Newark Marriott Hotel, stayed there for a night before flying back to Hawaii. We met my friend, Tessie (with her husband), who's been my friend for a long time and shared a boarding house with her way back in &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Cagayan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Oro&lt;/span&gt;, Philippines. It was an exciting experience knowing that we met again, here in the US. &lt;br /&gt;
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June 29, evening. Back in Hawaii (after 10 hours flight)! the vacation went so fast. We were all tired but thanked God for we made it. It wasn't easy for taking a baby this age in a flight but we survived and we learned a lot. Because of my not-so-good sleep nights during my vacation, I started appreciating my interrupted sleeps with baby &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Zac&lt;/span&gt; at home and feel good waking up in the morning without red eyes :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460688443162832311-3076437830756876312?l=pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~4/UCAKWdsbXO4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~3/UCAKWdsbXO4/zacharys-first-visit-to-us-mainland.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenjin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/TDaBSa025rI/AAAAAAAAAbE/CVuyK-x9HN0/s72-c/CIMG4422.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com/2010/07/zacharys-first-visit-to-us-mainland.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460688443162832311.post-2696749073258622325</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2010 22:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-06-19T13:22:37.070-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bryn Kaufman</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>Reminiscing our love story: Year 2</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk50/ellenjink/146.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" qu="true" src="http://i277.photobucket.com/albums/kk50/ellenjink/146.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our story of being together is one of those virtual love stories&amp;nbsp;that came to life. Me and my husband met on a dating site, &lt;a href="http://www.filipinaheart.com/"&gt;http://www.filipinaheart.com/&lt;/a&gt;. on the 29th of July, 2007. He&amp;nbsp;was 41 years old and I was 22 years old at that time. We both believed that we clicked immediately because we are both looking for the same things in a relationship- loyalty and honesty. Unfortunately, in the past,&amp;nbsp;we both experienced being cheated, lied and&amp;nbsp;betrayed so we were both sympathetic to each other's pain and what we had to go through in order to move on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We really didn't waste so much time. He fell in love with me in the 3rd day of communicating online, such as email and chat. Of course both sides had competitors and started choosing little by little and ended up with each other's username. Our first time together, in person was August 28, 2007 just a month after flirting with each other online, he came to the Philippines to visit me. We spent our days in Boracay Island, Philippines and it was very dreamy and memorable. Nervous, excited, happy and emotional oh he was that day and I was just confident and felt sure that this is the right man this time. &lt;br /&gt;
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Of course he had to fly back to Hawaii after ten short days of vacation with me and this time it was more difficult. We just kept missing each other so much, painfully. So he decided to&amp;nbsp;start our papers to get a visa to enter the US. December 2007, he spent his Christmas time with me and met my family for the first time. On the 25th, he proposed for marriage and happily I said "yes" of course. &lt;br /&gt;
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After five months of waiting my visa (fiancee) got approved then it was time to pack. Enjoyed the remaining moments with my family and friend and took off to be with my husband. May 13, 2008 I arrived in Hawaii and started a life with him. Challenging- everything is too beautiful, too much to ask for and I learned to adjust the life of being ahead. June 15, 2008, father's day, we got married in the famous tourist destination, Ko'olina though we held it on the outside property, very beautiful, naturally fancy Secret Beach. Indeed, first time to feel so secured and really happy once again.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/TBvoMM71lFI/AAAAAAAAAak/YHfYakqP-IQ/s1600/098.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/TBvoMM71lFI/AAAAAAAAAak/YHfYakqP-IQ/s320/098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is June 18, 2010..&amp;nbsp;3 days passed our wedding date, it's been two years since we declared ourselves as one (and counting). I love being married to him and he told me that he would never want any wife other than me :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460688443162832311-2696749073258622325?l=pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~4/AWIQWGzCF6Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~3/AWIQWGzCF6Q/reminiscing-our-love-story-year-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenjin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/TBvoMM71lFI/AAAAAAAAAak/YHfYakqP-IQ/s72-c/098.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com/2010/06/reminiscing-our-love-story-year-2.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460688443162832311.post-5453447840977175514</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 May 2010 21:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-23T00:09:18.838-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Baby</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All About Faith</category><title>Baby Zac has a Guardian Angel</title><description>May 22, 2010 at 12:55 am.&lt;br /&gt;
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I woke up with an excruciating pain in the top of my head. I sat on the bed with my baby in the back, sleeping on his tummy. I tried to figure out what's going on, while I was pulling my hair area where the pain was. For a moment, I thought I had a brain tumor or something. The pain ran down my neck and my left ear. &lt;br /&gt;
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I was about to panic when I heard baby Zac moved, trying to find a comfortable sleeping position. He was off his pillow so I grabbed him up so I can put back on his pillow....then, &amp;nbsp;Jesus Christ! A 2-3 inches long centepede crawled out from my baby Zac's underneath! It was hiding under baby Zac in the pillow! &lt;br /&gt;
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Adrenaline rush, quickly held baby Zac to run towards my husband's room and called&amp;nbsp;that I got bitten by the centepede in my head. So he went down to the garage to get the insects spray. I gave baby Zac to my husband, got the spray, and find the centepede myself to kill it. I moved all the pillows in our bed and there it was! sprayed it, it tried to run away and sprayed it again and boom! it curled in itself, poisoned but fought to live so I crushed it baby Zac's little hard book. &lt;br /&gt;
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I didn't feel good with my head with the pain, but I was so relief that it didn't bite baby Zac at all not ended up in the emergency room. I always believe that guardian angels always protect babies from harm. With what happened, I was just very emotional that it was incredible that the centepede hiding under baby Zac's tummy, didn't bite him. Thank God and angels for the protection!&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, I'm just recovering from the centepede bite in my head because i'm sure that was happened, with the icepack in my head. Good thing, the bite is not deadly and non-toxic, so i'm good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460688443162832311-5453447840977175514?l=pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~4/zLWeNbMBpUI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~3/zLWeNbMBpUI/baby-zac-has-guardian-angel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenjin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/S_hQYiMIWPI/AAAAAAAAAaU/rZ_fbLpOtPE/s72-c/centipede.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-zac-has-guardian-angel.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460688443162832311.post-2337198317310055481</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 May 2010 07:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-04T00:51:14.631-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Baby</category><title>Your Baby Can Read</title><description>&lt;span&gt;&lt;iframe align="left" frameborder="0" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" scrolling="no" src="http://rcm.amazon.com/e/cm?t=widgetsamazon-20&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;p=8&amp;amp;l=bpl&amp;amp;asins=1603791213&amp;amp;fc1=000000&amp;amp;IS2=1&amp;amp;lt1=_blank&amp;amp;m=amazon&amp;amp;lc1=0000FF&amp;amp;bc1=000000&amp;amp;bg1=FFFFFF&amp;amp;f=ifr" style="align: left; height: 245px; padding-right: 10px; padding-top: 5px; width: 131px;"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt; When a TV commercial of "Your Baby Can Read" appeared on the screen, my husband realized that it might be very helpful for our baby to introduce him to reading for future benefits. So, he ordered it at Amazon.com.&lt;br /&gt;
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It comes with a lot of stuffs actually. The set includes, 5 DVD set with sliding word cards,&amp;nbsp;5&amp;nbsp;lift-a-flap books, 50 word game cards, 82 dual sided cards, correction pen and a re-usable card, and&amp;nbsp;the DVD guide for parents on how to use the mediums. &lt;br /&gt;
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We've been letting our baby Zac watch the video of first stage of learning. We are absolutely amazed of the attention he's giving to the words. He doesn't watch all of it, but he never misses the nursery rhymes in the middle of the show, "The Twinkle, twinkle little star," and "The Itsy Bitsy Spider".&amp;nbsp; As of now, he started working on his "wave" and "bye-bye" with his arms and we didn't teach him that. He got it from watching the DVD. So, we keep doing the gestures with him so he would always remember. Taking one step at a time, I bet our baby can read too soon. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460688443162832311-2337198317310055481?l=pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~4/zfDRZLfPz1Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~3/zfDRZLfPz1Q/your-baby-can-read.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenjin)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com/2010/05/your-baby-can-read.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460688443162832311.post-4596262516417660938</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Apr 2010 07:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-22T00:18:49.176-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bryn Kaufman</category><title>The Man and the Windsurfer</title><description>The Man&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;He is the gentlest man I have ever known in my life. His gestures and actions are just fine respectable. He talks very calm though he knows how to raise his voice when he lost his temper. He doesn't have patience like heaven but he's willing to go along. He just can sit all day long in front of his computer as his jobs demand it, but of course he still takes breaks for meals and nature calls. He walks our dog as a neccessity, and to smell the air outdoors and during the evening, to star gaze. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The Windsurfer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;When the sun is out, the wind is blowing and feels like summer, he checks the wind forecaster to decide which sails to use. He packs his foods, he prepares his gears in his car, he kisses us goodbye and off he goes to the beach. At the beach, he assembles his sails and everything. He has the strenghts to lift his board and sail to the water and jas the courage to prepare himself to explore the ocean. Sometimes he's goes slow, like my man in his daily life, sometimes he has a blast like a windsurfer. Appreciating the beauty of the ocean, having an exercise, having fun, sharing surfing stuffs with other beach mates, he's just as cool as he can be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;My husband, is the man and the windsurfer. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.khon2.com/s/EOhe37SaaU2fer8frMVs1A.cspx"&gt;Insurance, Immigration Split Couple for Baby’s Birth&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A windward Oahu couple anxiously awaits the arrival of their first baby, but immigration and insurance issues will split them up for months approaching the birth and after. The mother can't get maternity benefits in time so she'll be having the baby in the Philippines and they want other international couples to learn from their experience. &lt;br /&gt;
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When Ellen from the Philippines met Bryn from Kailua, they had a lot in common, including what they wanted in a family. &lt;br /&gt;
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"I knew right away I'm going to have a baby, so we even talked about it online already, you know, 2 kids," Ellen Kaufman said. &lt;br /&gt;
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They married last year and sure enough…&lt;br /&gt;
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"After 8 months then it was, ah!, honey, I'm pregnant, so it was just like that," Ellen said. &lt;br /&gt;
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But they hit an unexpected roadblock -- they say they can't get coverage for maternity benefits until a year after Ellen's green card comes through, and they've been waiting for the green card since last June. &lt;br /&gt;
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"We didn't find out that we couldn't get maternity until we knew she was pregnant," said Bryn Kaufman. &lt;br /&gt;
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That means paying out of pocket for the birth which could hit tens of thousands of dollars if there are any complications. The same would cost just a couple thousand in a Philippines hospital. So she leaves next week for the Philippines to await a Sept. 6th due date, by coincidence, her own birthday. &lt;br /&gt;
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"I's kind of ironic that you have to go to a third-world country in America because the health care is so difficult and expensive to get," Bryn said. &lt;br /&gt;
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It'll be weeks more after baby Zachary is born before he can come home to his nursery and their puppy, Snowy. &lt;br /&gt;
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"She can't come back right away because then we have to get a passport for the baby so they allow the baby back in," Bryn said. &lt;br /&gt;
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"Snowy, you know I cuddle him every morning, I play with him, so I'm kind of just worried,” Ellen said. “Just me and the baby, and then without Bryn." &lt;br /&gt;
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They say they understand insurance companies may be wary of opening floodgates of immigration just for birth if coverage were more quickly granted, but… &lt;br /&gt;
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"When you're married to a U.S. citizen that's been paying taxes paying insurance for 20-plus years, then it should be looked at differently," Bryn said. &lt;br /&gt;
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In the end they say they just don't want to see other couples have to go through the separation they're about to. &lt;br /&gt;
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“If other people knew that this was the situation then they might do their family planning a little differently,” Bryn said. “I guess the lesson is to check into it before you even start thinking about having a baby and know, what’s going to happen, and are you going to be able to get insurance? It would be nice to see the system change, but that's not easy.”&lt;br /&gt;
The state's largest health insurer HMSA says there are waiting periods for this and other certain coverages. They say read the guide to benefits and know what is covered so you select the plan that is best for you. They can only insure residents of Hawaii, and someone is not a legal resident until he or she has a green card.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460688443162832311-4587709659643388487?l=pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~4/Huzccy9XncM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~3/Huzccy9XncM/insurance-immigration-split-couple-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenjin)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com/2010/04/insurance-immigration-split-couple-for.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460688443162832311.post-3259073062290162824</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Apr 2010 20:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-17T14:04:07.107-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Blogging</category><title>Absences</title><description>For two days, I couldn't log in at blogger.com. Happy today finally, I'm online again. I didn't know what's wrong. Blogger.com has a bunch of explanation for that but there's so much information that I got tired figuring it out. Yesterday, I tried to open my blog, it didn't work. I thought, I'll give it more time to fix itself. So today, boo yah, it opened!&lt;br /&gt;
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Also one thing, I tried to add a Live Traffic Feed widget on my blog but it seemed kept having a problem. I tried adding it, once i'm done, nothing happened, nothing added. "sigh" I will try again and hopefull can find one that will work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460688443162832311-3259073062290162824?l=pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~4/_cXZaU7cFvc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~3/_cXZaU7cFvc/absences.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenjin)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com/2010/04/absences.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460688443162832311.post-7786084715783121842</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Apr 2010 07:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-14T23:34:37.488-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Personal</category><title>Hooked on Facebook</title><description>My husband kept asking me, "I still don't understand Facebook," and I replied, "You don't have to understand it, just make use out of it." It's been 5 years since I was a member of facebook, but it's been 2 years since I have been really using it. I noticed that it's much useful, when my friends and family signed up as members of this social network. &lt;br /&gt;
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I believe I understand Facebook, more even now that I am married. When I was single, it didn't help me much, in terms of 'dating' or 'making friends.' Because of Facebook, I can&amp;nbsp;communicate with my long distance friends and families, like every minute of the day, online or offline, as long as we check our Facebook. It helps my friends and families to know what's going&amp;nbsp;in my life, through pictures and 'status' and some long lost friends found me there. These people just can message you anytime and you'll know it right through you inbox email.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's more fun because you can state "What's on your mind?" and your friends can just say anything about it. Some people make funny statements, some people vent and let it out, some people tell their moods, some brag on their achievements, some share their words of wisdoms, some express their undying love to their lovers, some comment on what's going on the world and some introduce their newborns to the world and some just plain and simple and jut put some emoticons or mood symbols and etchetera. You just learn from them, if you let it in. Then you find yourself smilling, laughing, amazed, surprised, almost cried, angry, sarcastic everytime you read these different statements on "What's on your mind."&lt;br /&gt;
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So, you don't have much to do and need to kill a time? Hundreds of games and applications on Facebook you can just join and start being a fan and addicted. You'll see, time will fly fast for you. Like to chat? u don't need a messenger, just click on the friend online and start a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/?ref=home#!/profile.php?ref=profile&amp;amp;id=613004294"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;, it's just very helpful for my online personal use (or even professional).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460688443162832311-7786084715783121842?l=pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~4/7vQ_lIzw0Cg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~3/7vQ_lIzw0Cg/hooked-on-facebook.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenjin)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com/2010/04/hooked-on-facebook.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460688443162832311.post-8616132422748453157</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2010 07:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-13T12:42:04.953-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Baby</category><title>A baby can just get away with anything!</title><description>Babies are born cute so we can just love them to death and when they get older, not a baby anymore, we have instilled that love they would always feel everyday of their lives. Anyway, babies stay cute whatever they have gone through compared to older people. \&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Babies are born with no teeth, but when they smile, just melt your heart and is like a sunshine that makes you smile too. However, older people with no teeth, admittedly, is just funny-looking, that's why sometimes they appear in comedy tv shows. Some babies are just bald, or with tiny hairs, yet it doesn't matter, still cute with their skin head showing off. Some older people are not happy being bald, except for those who are fashionable about it, though they still get a lot of funny tease. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Babies pee and poop in their diapers yet mommy or daddy, or sister or brother or baby-sitters, find it fun to wipe those little tush and change new diapers. But when you're older, you really don't want do that that's why there are comfort rooms.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;There are so many words that you can describe to a baby, but one word I always heard about my little boy: &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;SQUEEZABLE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Baby Zac is not so fond of laying down with stomach. He always has trouble everytime we do a tummy time with him. Eventually, we noticed that he likes to stand up and tries to walk. At 7 months, he's able to sit without assistance and able to stand we, holding his hands or arms. We realized he has strong legs so we decided to get him a walker. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/S8I7KyQW89I/AAAAAAAAAY8/GaVwpTHi4VQ/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/S8I7KyQW89I/AAAAAAAAAY8/GaVwpTHi4VQ/s320/006.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/S8I7NWsBnmI/AAAAAAAAAZE/IW1sTq2rN88/s1600/010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/S8I7NWsBnmI/AAAAAAAAAZE/IW1sTq2rN88/s320/010.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It's was amazing the first time he walks through his walker. He has all the smiles in the world. This walker has amazing features and baby Zac finds it very easy to move forward, to back up and to run towards us. The musical toys with it is such an entertainment for him. It's not loud and he smiles when it's making funny sounds. His walker makes him go around the house without hesitation and look for anything unusual around the house. But, that's right, we had to re-arrange our house so he has a lot of space walking around and put away stuffs that can fall when he bumps into them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460688443162832311-5038394594696535023?l=pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~4/2aukCT3B45k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~3/2aukCT3B45k/zachary-kai-on-his-walker.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenjin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/S8I7KyQW89I/AAAAAAAAAY8/GaVwpTHi4VQ/s72-c/006.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com/2010/04/zachary-kai-on-his-walker.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460688443162832311.post-6807951707109215785</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Apr 2010 20:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-11T13:59:26.934-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My family</category><title>My First Child</title><description>Sometimes, a great gift comes with a great pain and luckily, we live with it's worth. Delivering a baby is a mix of emotions. Exciting to finally meet your little one, painful in the body when he's ready to come out to see the world, the happiness is undescribable and it's such a miracle happening in every woman's body. So sometimes, new moms can't help to let those tears of everything to come out. Here's Zachary Kai, fresh from mommy's womb. Born in the night of August 17, 2009, 5 lbs and a happy one.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/S8I3-oUPE8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/xCr3vZnD-lk/s1600/024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/S8I3-oUPE8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/xCr3vZnD-lk/s320/024.JPG" width="320" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460688443162832311-6807951707109215785?l=pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~4/wGH_kvp0-mM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~3/wGH_kvp0-mM/my-first-child.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenjin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/S8I3-oUPE8I/AAAAAAAAAY0/xCr3vZnD-lk/s72-c/024.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-first-child.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460688443162832311.post-369952787154829861</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Dec 2009 08:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-31T00:12:00.596-08:00</atom:updated><title>Welcome 2010~</title><description>More updates of this blog soon.. our CEO of household, baby Zach is keeping me busy. I will post some photos of him being so proud of our new bundle of joy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460688443162832311-369952787154829861?l=pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~4/0ssGcbUqtdc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~3/0ssGcbUqtdc/welcome-2010.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenjin)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com/2009/12/welcome-2010.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460688443162832311.post-4939257019389893458</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 01:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-21T17:20:31.644-08:00</atom:updated><title>Thank you :)</title><description>For all who have been visiting my blog..I thank you.. I will try my best to put a time in here so I can share more nice and touching stories for you. I'm happy to know that somehow I lifted up your spirits.. I'll be back again soon.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460688443162832311-4939257019389893458?l=pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~4/3U6H4xKANvQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~3/3U6H4xKANvQ/thank-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenjin)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com/2009/01/thank-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460688443162832311.post-8983835881411670831</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Jan 2009 00:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-21T17:02:57.038-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">My love</category><title>It's been awhile..</title><description>Hi there friends and bloggers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know..I know..I wasn't able to update my blog. I wasn't really busy but I just had to attend things in the real life and couldn't keep up. I still have to learn to manage my time. It's my weakness but now, I'm more determined to do it. I'm just so inspired. I received a gift and guess what it is? A life..inside me. Yes, i'm 7 weeks pregnant and i'm feeling sick but so happy :). Here's the first glance of my angel:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SXfFP-rIDOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/foWt071p-54/s1600-h/6wks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SXfFP-rIDOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/foWt071p-54/s400/6wks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293916765309897954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exciting..yes it is! It's our first baby :).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460688443162832311-8983835881411670831?l=pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~4/lCYLdxTjtAM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~3/lCYLdxTjtAM/its-been-awhile.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenjin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SXfFP-rIDOI/AAAAAAAAAW0/foWt071p-54/s72-c/6wks.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-been-awhile.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460688443162832311.post-4416614186799061811</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2008 18:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-04T12:17:26.221-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All About Faith</category><title>"Faith" the dog</title><description>This dog was born on Christmas Eve in 2002.  He was born with 3 legs - 2 healthy hind legs and 1 abnormal  front leg which need to be amputated.  He of course could not walk when he was born.  Even his mother did not want him. &lt;br /&gt;His first owner also did not think that he could survive.  Therefore, he was thinking of putting him to sleep.  At this time,  his present owner Jude Stringfellow met him and wanted to take care of  him.  She was determined to teach and train this dog to walk by  himself.  Therefore she named him "Faith."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOe8wirQqFI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BRn2RzpDo7w/s1600-h/faith1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOe8wirQqFI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BRn2RzpDo7w/s400/faith1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253375032478967890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning, she put Faith on a surf board to let him feel the movements of the water.  Later she used peanut butter on a spoon as a lure and to reward  him for standing up and jumping around.  Even the other dogs at home helped to encourage him to walk.  Amazingly, after only 6 months, like a  miracle, Faith learned to balance on his 2 hind legs and jumped to move  forward.  After further training in the snow, he can now walk like a  human being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOe9PyhlRTI/AAAAAAAAAVU/-WhK2WupUfo/s1600-h/faith2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOe9PyhlRTI/AAAAAAAAAVU/-WhK2WupUfo/s400/faith2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253375569309287730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOe9fCz8mtI/AAAAAAAAAVc/NEFThIgYIBk/s1600-h/faith3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOe9fCz8mtI/AAAAAAAAAVc/NEFThIgYIBk/s400/faith3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253375831379319506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith loves to walk around now.  No matter where he goes, he just  attracts all the people around him.  He is now becoming famous on the  international scene.  He has appeared in various newspapers and TV  shows.  There is even one book entitled "With a little faith"  being published about him.  He was even considered to appear in one of  Harry Potter movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOe9x42LtLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/2rSYyH4O8Gw/s1600-h/faith4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOe9x42LtLI/AAAAAAAAAVk/2rSYyH4O8Gw/s400/faith4.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253376155121857714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His present owner Jude Stringfellew has given up her teaching job and plans to take him around the world to preach, that even without a perfect body,  one can have a perfect soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOe-UlFCAtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/mAajVWlTlb8/s1600-h/faith1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOe-UlFCAtI/AAAAAAAAAVs/mAajVWlTlb8/s400/faith1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253376751110849234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOe-ev78V2I/AAAAAAAAAV0/cZgXEqnUhic/s1600-h/faith2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOe-ev78V2I/AAAAAAAAAV0/cZgXEqnUhic/s400/faith2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253376925824210786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOe-r7JfdEI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Eed2Jm_17Ws/s1600-h/faith3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOe-r7JfdEI/AAAAAAAAAV8/Eed2Jm_17Ws/s400/faith3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253377152172127298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOe-4hrdXGI/AAAAAAAAAWE/WE232s8XJcM/s1600-h/faith4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOe-4hrdXGI/AAAAAAAAAWE/WE232s8XJcM/s400/faith4.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253377368673573986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOe_h22ctDI/AAAAAAAAAWM/he12xl7BHbQ/s1600-h/faith1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOe_h22ctDI/AAAAAAAAAWM/he12xl7BHbQ/s400/faith1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253378078731449394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOfAWfTICXI/AAAAAAAAAWc/vI_JBceRTPk/s1600-h/faith3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOfAWfTICXI/AAAAAAAAAWc/vI_JBceRTPk/s400/faith3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253378982942345586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOfAGOAe6oI/AAAAAAAAAWU/luL3Y-bdiso/s1600-h/faith2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOfAGOAe6oI/AAAAAAAAAWU/luL3Y-bdiso/s400/faith2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253378703422843522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOfA1esP75I/AAAAAAAAAWs/f8zsc4cOVnY/s1600-h/faith2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOfA1esP75I/AAAAAAAAAWs/f8zsc4cOVnY/s400/faith2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253379515355230098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOfAt-CA12I/AAAAAAAAAWk/2mMEkNVufsY/s1600-h/faith1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOfAt-CA12I/AAAAAAAAAWk/2mMEkNVufsY/s400/faith1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253379386329061218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life there are always undesirable things. Perhaps one will feel  better if one changes the point of view from another direction.&lt;br /&gt;I hope this message will bring fresh new ways of thinking to everyone and that everyone can appreciate and be thankful for each beautiful day that follows.&lt;br /&gt;Life is the continual demonstration of the  Strength of Life!!&lt;br /&gt;(Message forwarded through email by my mom-in-law :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460688443162832311-4416614186799061811?l=pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~4/Qsjkn7yYFYg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~3/Qsjkn7yYFYg/faith-dog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenjin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SOe8wirQqFI/AAAAAAAAAVM/BRn2RzpDo7w/s72-c/faith1.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com/2008/10/faith-dog.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460688443162832311.post-8080938829840656894</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2008 20:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-09T13:44:51.559-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Flowers</category><title>My Birth Flower - September</title><description>Aster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SMbgHXnZ4QI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2j9SAdaKT5k/s1600-h/aster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SMbgHXnZ4QI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2j9SAdaKT5k/s400/aster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244125233322516738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dense petal formation of the beautiful aster allows its rich, deep color to radiate through with a lush, almost aquatic texture. This combination makes the aster the flower of magic and transcendence. September, the beginning of Autumn, is also a time of otherworldly transcendence, and September birthdays contain elements of seeing aspects of life often hidden from view.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460688443162832311-8080938829840656894?l=pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~4/NxWZRExBn2c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~3/NxWZRExBn2c/my-birth-flower-september.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenjin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SMbgHXnZ4QI/AAAAAAAAAVE/2j9SAdaKT5k/s72-c/aster.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-birth-flower-september.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460688443162832311.post-2719848911334372028</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Sep 2008 20:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-09T13:31:37.495-07:00</atom:updated><title>From my husband with love</title><description>Dear honey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your birthday, I want you to know how lucky I feel to be sharing my life with you. Nothing compares to having your trust, your friendship and your love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it takes some work and compromise to keep a relationship strong, and I feel incredibly lucky to have found someone who understands that - someone who believes that a love like ours is worth giving all we have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your birthday, I want you to know you're the one I love more each day, who I keep falling in love with over and over through the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world may change around us, but that doesn't worry me because I found the love of my life..and that's something I want to celebrate everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday honey, I am so happy that we are now together forever. I love you very much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Bryn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460688443162832311-2719848911334372028?l=pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~4/zwO5RT2a7to" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~3/zwO5RT2a7to/from-my-husband-with-love.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenjin)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-my-husband-with-love.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460688443162832311.post-3010969962550762052</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2008 20:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-07T13:05:07.766-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Flowers</category><title>Gladioli</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SJtVJ3vtGtI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8jFDV7MJOtI/s1600-h/assorted-gladiolus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SJtVJ3vtGtI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8jFDV7MJOtI/s400/assorted-gladiolus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231869020192185042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gladioli - August Birth Flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sword like blossoms of the gladiola are responsible for its name and also for its symbolic meaning of strength of character. August birthdays are also known for a strong sense of character and moral integrity. The gladiola also reminds us that strength of character and integrity can look gorgeous and be full of rich personality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460688443162832311-3010969962550762052?l=pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~4/5Dis4QKinGs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~3/5Dis4QKinGs/gladioli.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenjin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SJtVJ3vtGtI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8jFDV7MJOtI/s72-c/assorted-gladiolus.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com/2008/08/gladioli.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460688443162832311.post-8383712547851420699</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2008 18:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T10:58:04.252-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All About Faith</category><title>इ'म सो ब्लेस्सेद</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SJNZg6Vd8AI/AAAAAAAAAQY/PBVSYSSYTcM/s1600-h/Angels-Blessing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SJNZg6Vd8AI/AAAAAAAAAQY/PBVSYSSYTcM/s400/Angels-Blessing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229622014257262594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you woke up this morning&lt;br /&gt;with more health than illness,&lt;br /&gt;you are more blessed than the&lt;br /&gt;million who won't survive the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have never experienced&lt;br /&gt;the danger of battle,&lt;br /&gt;the loneliness of imprisonment,&lt;br /&gt;the agony of torture or&lt;br /&gt;the pangs of starvation,&lt;br /&gt;you are ahead of 20 million people&lt;br /&gt;around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you attend a church meeting&lt;br /&gt;without fear of harassment,&lt;br /&gt;arrest, torture, or death,&lt;br /&gt;you are more blessed than almost&lt;br /&gt;three billion people in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have food in your refrigerator,&lt;br /&gt;clothes on your back, a roof over&lt;br /&gt;your head and a place to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;you are richer than 75% of this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have money in the bank,&lt;br /&gt;in your wallet, and spare change&lt;br /&gt;in a dish someplace, you are among&lt;br /&gt;the top 8% of the world's wealthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your parents are still married and alive,&lt;br /&gt;you are very rare,&lt;br /&gt;especially in the United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you hold up your head with a smile&lt;br /&gt;on your face and are truly thankful,&lt;br /&gt;you are blessed because the majority can,&lt;br /&gt;but most do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can hold someone's hand, hug them&lt;br /&gt;or even touch them on the shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;you are blessed because you can&lt;br /&gt;offer God's healing touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can read this message,&lt;br /&gt;you are more blessed than over&lt;br /&gt;two billion people in the world&lt;br /&gt;that cannot read anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so blessed in ways&lt;br /&gt;you may never even know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460688443162832311-8383712547851420699?l=pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~4/1QCN9o0XhWA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~3/1QCN9o0XhWA/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenjin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SJNZg6Vd8AI/AAAAAAAAAQY/PBVSYSSYTcM/s72-c/Angels-Blessing.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460688443162832311.post-7732457305239026549</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Jul 2008 03:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-17T20:33:37.112-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music and Lyrics</category><title>Butterfly Kisses</title><description>This is a very popular song with a very sweet story..a song perfect to dedicate for every bride with such a good father. Enjoy! (I can't embed the original music video of this song so I just used this video with Disney dad's theme! I acknowledge the person who uploaded this video though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jyw3nmel-RI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jyw3nmel-RI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's two things I know for sure:&lt;br /&gt;She was sent here from heaven and she's&lt;br /&gt;daddy's little girl.&lt;br /&gt;As I drop to my knees by her bed at night&lt;br /&gt;She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes and&lt;br /&gt;I thank god for all the joy in my life&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but most of all&lt;br /&gt;For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer;&lt;br /&gt;sticking little white flowers all up in her&lt;br /&gt;hair; "Walk beside the pony, Daddy, it's my first ride."&lt;br /&gt;"I know the cake looks funny, Daddy, but I sure tried."&lt;br /&gt;In all that I've done wrong I know I must&lt;br /&gt;have done something right to deserve a hug&lt;br /&gt;every morning and butterfly kisses at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet 16 today&lt;br /&gt;She's looking like her mama a little more everyday&lt;br /&gt;One part woman, the other part girl.&lt;br /&gt;To perfume and make-up from ribbons and curls&lt;br /&gt;Trying her wings out in a great big world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I remember&lt;br /&gt;Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer; sticking&lt;br /&gt;little white flowers all up in her hair.&lt;br /&gt;"You know how much I love you, Daddy, But if you&lt;br /&gt;don't mind I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time."&lt;br /&gt;With all that I've done wrong I must have done&lt;br /&gt;something right to deserve her love every morning&lt;br /&gt;and butterfly kisses at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the precious time&lt;br /&gt;Like the wind, the years go by.&lt;br /&gt;Precious butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;Spread your wings and fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She'll change her name today.&lt;br /&gt;She'll make a promise and I'll give her away.&lt;br /&gt;Standing in the bride-room just staring at her.&lt;br /&gt;She asked me what I'm thinking and I said "I'm not&lt;br /&gt;sure-I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl."&lt;br /&gt;She leaned over...gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there,&lt;br /&gt;Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair&lt;br /&gt;"Walk my down the aisle, Daddy-it's just about time."&lt;br /&gt;"Does my wedding gown look pretty, Daddy? Daddy, don't cry!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, with all that I've done wrong I must have&lt;br /&gt;done something right.&lt;br /&gt;To deserve your love every morning and butterfly&lt;br /&gt;kisses-I couldn't ask God for more, man this is what love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I gotta let her go, but I'll always remember&lt;br /&gt;every hug in the morning and butterfly kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460688443162832311-7732457305239026549?l=pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~4/-1dkRrKGvJ8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~3/-1dkRrKGvJ8/butterfly-kisses.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenjin)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com/2008/07/butterfly-kisses.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460688443162832311.post-9032175674814051394</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jul 2008 20:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T10:58:04.370-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Novel</category><title>Honeymoon: A Novel</title><description>He was the love of her life, the man that got away...until she ran into him again on her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SHu--DTGSmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_0dg5Bu2Lf4/s1600-h/honeymoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SHu--DTGSmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_0dg5Bu2Lf4/s400/honeymoon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222978166112799330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Amy Jenkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is the love of Honey's life, the man that got away -- until, within hours of their respective weddings (his to Cherelle, hers to Ed), they find themselves honeymooning at the same Mexican resort ... with hilarious and heart-wrenching consequences for all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel is really intriguing..you would discover what it makes fun to read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460688443162832311-9032175674814051394?l=pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~4/4q3lqye_Q8w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~3/4q3lqye_Q8w/honeymoon-novel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenjin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SHu--DTGSmI/AAAAAAAAAQI/_0dg5Bu2Lf4/s72-c/honeymoon.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com/2008/07/honeymoon-novel.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460688443162832311.post-2000096258421625620</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jul 2008 21:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T10:58:04.496-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Flowers</category><title>Larkspur</title><description>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SHaGj-jhIZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/AeRiqgsA_10/s1600-h/RocketLarkspur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SHaGj-jhIZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/AeRiqgsA_10/s400/RocketLarkspur.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221508770628182418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JULY BIRTH FLOWER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The long, blossom filled stem of the larkspur has been chosen to represent July because their gorgeous and lush beauty fills summer meadows with an unmistakable color and fragrance. July birthdays are also known for their particular summer radiance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460688443162832311-2000096258421625620?l=pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~4/DiYH7HosZHU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~3/DiYH7HosZHU/larkspur.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenjin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SHaGj-jhIZI/AAAAAAAAAQA/AeRiqgsA_10/s72-c/RocketLarkspur.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com/2008/07/larkspur.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460688443162832311.post-1679689983485762464</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 00:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-06T17:17:08.092-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Music and Lyrics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">All About Faith</category><title>LIBERA</title><description>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQl-UDKljXs&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dQl-UDKljXs&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know these young boys? Their voices are more than amazing..angelic! I would do anything to sing like them. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libera&lt;br /&gt;The sound of Libera has become familiar to millions worldwide following the group's successful recordings and appearances on TV and radio; stage and film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libera is a real 'boy band' whose young members have become known for their unique musical style in concert and on their atmospheric albums, which have topped classical and mainstream charts across the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More about them on: &lt;a href="http://www.libera.org.uk/"&gt;Libera Official Website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460688443162832311-1679689983485762464?l=pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~4/QANs_6j1T6g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~3/QANs_6j1T6g/libera.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenjin)</author><feedburner:origLink>http://pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com/2008/07/libera.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460688443162832311.post-3675584706764821715</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 01:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T10:58:04.601-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Celebrations</category><title>Celebrating July 4th!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SG2AU0_nMGI/AAAAAAAAAP4/92v4Wnlh31U/s1600-h/rpusflag.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SG2AU0_nMGI/AAAAAAAAAP4/92v4Wnlh31U/s400/rpusflag.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218968638503465058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipino-American Friendship Day, July 4, is a day in the Philippines designated by President Diosdado Macapagal to commemorate the liberation of the country by joint Filipino and American forces from the Japanese occupation at the end of World War II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Philippines was a U.S. territory from 1898 to 1942, when it was occupied by Japanese forces, and again for a brief period after the war. The country gained complete independence on July 4, 1946.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially, the nation's Independence Day holiday (Araw ng Kalayaan) was held on July 4. Former President Diosdado Macapagal moved it to June 12, the date on which the Philippines declared independence from Spain in 1898. Filipino-American Friendship Day was created in its place, and coincides with the United States' July 4 Independence Day. (Wikipedia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6460688443162832311-3675584706764821715?l=pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~4/SY-UGc7XXJM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TalesOfRemarkableEndearment/~3/SY-UGc7XXJM/celebrating-july-4th.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ellenjin)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SG2AU0_nMGI/AAAAAAAAAP4/92v4Wnlh31U/s72-c/rpusflag.gif" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://pearlsofserendipity.blogspot.com/2008/07/celebrating-july-4th.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6460688443162832311.post-5358195201727555091</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 22:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T10:58:06.714-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Purely Funny</category><title>Have a purrrfect day!</title><description>Another typical Bad Cat Day...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;First you had trouble getting out of bed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq4FSXuwUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/fcV9rKlleD8/s1600-h/1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq4FSXuwUI/AAAAAAAAAPw/fcV9rKlleD8/s400/1.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218185519232368962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had a stiff neck &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq39weWphI/AAAAAAAAAPo/b5rjVMeOK1M/s1600-h/2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq39weWphI/AAAAAAAAAPo/b5rjVMeOK1M/s400/2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218185389874259474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You washed your hair and couldn't do a thing with it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq33tAXuMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/09hd1G4kaYc/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq33tAXuMI/AAAAAAAAAPg/09hd1G4kaYc/s400/3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218185285863979202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You felt like you had a hangover and you weren't even drinking last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq3xaay-DI/AAAAAAAAAPY/AZiBb6NCc7I/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq3xaay-DI/AAAAAAAAAPY/AZiBb6NCc7I/s400/4.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218185177795328050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your new diet really doesn't seem to be working out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq3qMyYxmI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/1Dmxgf1Kz_k/s1600-h/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq3qMyYxmI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/1Dmxgf1Kz_k/s400/5.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218185053877093986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pulled a muscle when you tried to exercise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq3kL1zIEI/AAAAAAAAAPI/qkpYKUfH2kM/s1600-h/6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq3kL1zIEI/AAAAAAAAAPI/qkpYKUfH2kM/s400/6.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218184950543753282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your new hat looked better on you at the store &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq3cgEdJfI/AAAAAAAAAPA/HMnQRipe8Kc/s1600-h/7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq3cgEdJfI/AAAAAAAAAPA/HMnQRipe8Kc/s400/7.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218184818534983154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep losing things &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq3VayrJTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Wr2Ag-Mcuu4/s1600-h/8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq3VayrJTI/AAAAAAAAAO4/Wr2Ag-Mcuu4/s400/8.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218184696859141426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss chewed you out at work &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq3P4yw7kI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Lv9pmvrgxKY/s1600-h/9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq3P4yw7kI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Lv9pmvrgxKY/s400/9.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218184601833369154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got caught in the rain at lunchtime &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq3J3pzmBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/qiv4WRb8ZhY/s1600-h/10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq3J3pzmBI/AAAAAAAAAOo/qiv4WRb8ZhY/s400/10.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218184498448144402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the lunch you had didn't seem to agree with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq3DFN9ezI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ShT0npr9fT4/s1600-h/11.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq3DFN9ezI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ShT0npr9fT4/s400/11.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218184381830363954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel trapped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq2rjvmt2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/5eSLYANq7fo/s1600-h/12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq2rjvmt2I/AAAAAAAAAOY/5eSLYANq7fo/s400/12.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218183977707681634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uninvited guests showed up at dinnertime &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq2TlgjwAI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6Y0FiWKUHdI/s1600-h/13.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq2TlgjwAI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/6Y0FiWKUHdI/s400/13.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218183565864583170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that you think you're coming down with the flu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq2LAObRuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/mcBUTsdL2fo/s1600-h/14.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq2LAObRuI/AAAAAAAAAOI/mcBUTsdL2fo/s400/14.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218183418417465058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, you're alone in the house at night when you think you hear a noise in the basement &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sFa9ETUQP9Q/SGq2D0ULztI/AAAAAAAAAOA/PIhLc-6abQA/s1600-h/15.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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