<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:05:20.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Things I Do...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-6293038596319571631</id><published>2008-11-06T14:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T14:57:06.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minimoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The Hubs and I decided to take a lil minmoon and make it a romantic weekend getaway. Dude, we deserve it! Lester went to work on the same day we got married. Say whaaaat?! Yea, we got married in the morning, went to go have brunch, got home, rested for an hour or two and off to work his grave yard shift. So yea, I didn’t get lucky that night. I, of course, worked the next day. We definitely deserve alone time. We had our eye out for Seattle, but Lester was being a lil biotch and wanted to stay at an expensive hotel. The damn hotel was all booked for the only dates we could go. Seattle was out of the picture when Lester found out. Our second choice was San Francisco. It’s only 6 hours away from LA and could save money by driving there. I went to priceline.com to do the name your price deal. And we scored a sweet ass hotel. The only shitty thing about it, is that its 30 min. away from Downtown and the Golden Gate Bridge. We are staying at the Hyatt Regency San Francisco Airport Hotel. Suhweet!! I’m super excited! Now all Lester has to do is come up with an Itinerary. Finally. Alone. Time. So I’ll be whoreing it up! Aye chi wa wa!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SRN1grHX3kI/AAAAAAAAATI/buqkjYR7yX0/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265681593516154434" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SRN1grHX3kI/AAAAAAAAATI/buqkjYR7yX0/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&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/645672093760224971-6293038596319571631?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/6293038596319571631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=6293038596319571631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/6293038596319571631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/6293038596319571631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/11/minimoon.html' title='Minimoon'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SRN1grHX3kI/AAAAAAAAATI/buqkjYR7yX0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-7343742280839294786</id><published>2008-11-05T14:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:41:14.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life so far....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So I just noticed that it has been almost 2 months since I last blogged. I just haven’t been in the mood to write. There have been issues in my life where I just wished they would hurry and get here. Numbero uno, my career! I haven’t managed to get a teaching job here in California, too long of a story to explain. My husband and I still live at home with my parents. I love being with my mom, but come on… I’m married and I still live at home! I desperately need a teaching job. It’s our ticket to a new life together. We get the chance to move back to Texas. We get to have our own place together. Leste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SRIsl1WcZiI/AAAAAAAAASw/FJGdKYlD5ww/s1600-h/l_84094127694742e2b57c165e1609d720.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;r gets to go back to school. We can finally start saving up for our Wedding. And we can FINALLY start having kids. I just get so stressed and depressed because I’m stuck. I’m sick of it. But I guess I just want to move so fast that I need to stop and enjoy what I have now. I need to be optimistic rather than pessimistic. So while my life is on hold, I get to enjoy watching other people’s lives for instance my sisters. On my previous blog I had a little contest on baby shower invites and the onsies card won.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SRIrlO3bWZI/AAAAAAAAASY/tWhsdPRbonY/s1600-h/l_98376d398f7047fa9f42b536ba32c775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265318832995260818" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SRIrlO3bWZI/AAAAAAAAASY/tWhsdPRbonY/s320/l_98376d398f7047fa9f42b536ba32c775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SRIsPO2RnzI/AAAAAAAAASo/5W0SxFzA3Kw/s1600-h/l_9fac07ec27e7480b80c2586fae5090512.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265319554544934706" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SRIsPO2RnzI/AAAAAAAAASo/5W0SxFzA3Kw/s320/l_9fac07ec27e7480b80c2586fae5090512.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My sister holding her baby shower invites &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;On October 24, 2008, my little Mia Alexis was born. My sister did a wonderful job with her, she is beautiful!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SRIs9umgpXI/AAAAAAAAAS4/MQ8vkHY2oTU/s1600-h/l_84094127694742e2b57c165e1609d7201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265320353342727538" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SRIs9umgpXI/AAAAAAAAAS4/MQ8vkHY2oTU/s320/l_84094127694742e2b57c165e1609d7201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mia Alexis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SRItU_F_LII/AAAAAAAAATA/SjKnOQ2DcoI/s1600-h/l_9ba951c2d97749c5a189689b79da631e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265320752906710146" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SRItU_F_LII/AAAAAAAAATA/SjKnOQ2DcoI/s320/l_9ba951c2d97749c5a189689b79da631e.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Big brother and sister!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SRIruCA1v8I/AAAAAAAAASg/NOjjAhSpKc4/s1600-h/l_9fac07ec27e7480b80c2586fae509051.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645672093760224971-7343742280839294786?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/7343742280839294786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=7343742280839294786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/7343742280839294786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/7343742280839294786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/11/life-so-far.html' title='Life so far....'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SRIrlO3bWZI/AAAAAAAAASY/tWhsdPRbonY/s72-c/l_98376d398f7047fa9f42b536ba32c775.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-1223766701158810843</id><published>2008-09-11T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T15:40:35.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Challenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I finally decided to participate in Kristina's Color inspiration challenge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SMlYEJ580MI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mFjtbpCUKvI/s1600-h/090808-color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244820069451354306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SMlYEJ580MI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mFjtbpCUKvI/s320/090808-color.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;check out her blog:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://kwernerdesign.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;http://kwernerdesign.com/blog/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Here is my card. It's very simple!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SMmZqlHw3rI/AAAAAAAAASQ/dFbKWfej3xo/s1600-h/11111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244892197847883442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SMmZqlHw3rI/AAAAAAAAASQ/dFbKWfej3xo/s320/11111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SMlY-Yyf8QI/AAAAAAAAASA/9mBwFChHXYU/s1600-h/0911081033%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645672093760224971-1223766701158810843?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/1223766701158810843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=1223766701158810843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/1223766701158810843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/1223766701158810843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-1st-challenge.html' title='My 1st Challenge'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SMlYEJ580MI/AAAAAAAAAR4/mFjtbpCUKvI/s72-c/090808-color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-8511383633485848617</id><published>2008-08-29T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:15:53.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Help me pick!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My sister is around 7 months pregnant and she is having a girl!! We are so excited for her to come out already. I am making her baby shower invites. I wanted to be a part of it some way because she lives in Georgia. I made 2 sample cards. Please help me choose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;CARD #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SLgoRPLn5rI/AAAAAAAAAME/laM3AEL4ME0/s1600-h/0828082200a%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239982443043743410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SLgoRPLn5rI/AAAAAAAAAME/laM3AEL4ME0/s320/0828082200a%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SLgofXkLeJI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4XvGkqSGq0Y/s1600-h/0828082200b%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239982685812390034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SLgofXkLeJI/AAAAAAAAAMM/4XvGkqSGq0Y/s320/0828082200b%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The small extra card will have the gift registry information&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Card #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SLgpF--5MaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/VtrmK_Uz8JM/s1600-h/card.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239983349228450210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SLgpF--5MaI/AAAAAAAAAMU/VtrmK_Uz8JM/s320/card.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SLgse8sngRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/xpOquw2X1OQ/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239987076646535442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SLgse8sngRI/AAAAAAAAAMc/xpOquw2X1OQ/s320/New+Image.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The inside of the card (of course my stamping will be better next time )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;style&gt;.ivanC12200302427506{position:absolute;visibility:hidden;}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ivanC12200302427506" id="ivanI12200302427506"&gt;&lt;a class="ivanL_FP" href="http://freepolls.com/" target=""&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script language="JavaScript" src="http://prisper.freepolls.com/cgi-bin/polls/001/poll_blank.js?id=ivanI12200302427506"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645672093760224971-8511383633485848617?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/8511383633485848617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=8511383633485848617' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/8511383633485848617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/8511383633485848617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/08/help-me-pick.html' title='Help me pick!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SLgoRPLn5rI/AAAAAAAAAME/laM3AEL4ME0/s72-c/0828082200a%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-2587912854165902003</id><published>2008-07-21T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:17:52.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wanted to write this post to say thank you again for all the warm wishes and congratulations to Lester and I. This is just the beginning of our lives. We are very pleased to be blessed with family and friends that have given us much love and support in the decision we have made. It does not end here...like they say... it’s not official/real until you get married at church. That’s the route we plan to take. Although my last name has changed and legally we are married... the uniting of our souls, making it right before God is what is most important. We are still having a wedding! Thanks again for everything! Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SIUeyfeE1cI/AAAAAAAAAL8/gnlqGBGGiSc/s1600-h/flower.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225616795423266242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SIUeyfeE1cI/AAAAAAAAAL8/gnlqGBGGiSc/s320/flower.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Beautiful flowers that were sent from my bestest neighbor ever, Tym!!! Thanks We love them! And the babie aint due intil a couple more years from now lol FYI the card that came with the flowers said “Congratulations, when is the baby due?” (inside joke) Don't want people getting the wrong idea :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645672093760224971-2587912854165902003?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/2587912854165902003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=2587912854165902003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/2587912854165902003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/2587912854165902003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-wanted-to-write-this-post-to-say.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SIUeyfeE1cI/AAAAAAAAAL8/gnlqGBGGiSc/s72-c/flower.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-3136544204154276475</id><published>2008-07-18T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:18:25.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For meh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I was surprised to see an envelope and confetti all over my desk at work yesterday morning. Hhmmm, it’s not my birthday. Oh no they didn’t!! The envelope read Priscilla &amp;amp; Lester. It was a beautiful greeting card wishing both of us a happy marriage. The card was filled with nice comments written by my co-workers. It even came with a gift card!! I was shocked and surprised. I didn’t even see it coming. Thanks guys!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SIEShHGwJGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/WljVFgYqjLo/s1600-h/0717080835[1].JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224477402778838114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SIEShHGwJGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/WljVFgYqjLo/s320/0717080835%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645672093760224971-3136544204154276475?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/3136544204154276475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=3136544204154276475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/3136544204154276475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/3136544204154276475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/07/for-meh.html' title='For meh?'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SIEShHGwJGI/AAAAAAAAAL0/WljVFgYqjLo/s72-c/0717080835%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-3516396835615907211</id><published>2008-07-15T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:18:48.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I dreaming....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I still can't believe that we're married. I'm experiencing new changes; having a husband, being a wife, my new last name, my facebook and myspace status&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SHzsWD2nASI/AAAAAAAAALk/G_eBpLH9RNU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223309531578564898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SHzsWD2nASI/AAAAAAAAALk/G_eBpLH9RNU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And I get to wear this baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SHzu5SFGvJI/AAAAAAAAALs/NZkVYGfMDm8/s1600-h/ring.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223312335716138130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SHzu5SFGvJI/AAAAAAAAALs/NZkVYGfMDm8/s320/ring.JPG" border="0" /&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/645672093760224971-3516396835615907211?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/3516396835615907211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=3516396835615907211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/3516396835615907211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/3516396835615907211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/07/am-i-dreaming.html' title='Am I dreaming....'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SHzsWD2nASI/AAAAAAAAALk/G_eBpLH9RNU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-1701633483253933039</id><published>2008-07-10T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T11:04:25.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We said "I do"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We’re MARRIED!!! I know, crazy huh? We wanted to do something spontaneous. We’re so much in love that we couldn’t wait two years to get married. We had our civil ceremony this morning. It was such a wonderful experience. Lester had the giggles and I had the tears. When I saw Lester’s eyes filled with tears, I cried even more. We still plan to have a wedding and get married through church to celebrate with our family and friends. So may I introduce you the new Mr. and Mrs. Concepcion….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UGexwthX4MU&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/UGexwthX4MU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Us laughing!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/humc4re6_Cw&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/humc4re6_Cw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;Me crying!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645672093760224971-1701633483253933039?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/1701633483253933039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=1701633483253933039' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/1701633483253933039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/1701633483253933039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-said-i-do.html' title='We said &quot;I do&quot;'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-257728446190140906</id><published>2008-07-09T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:19:34.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My FMI loves me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am one of the luckiest girls to have the world’s nicest future mother in-law (FMI). She is so sweet and down to earth. If you were to ask anyone about her, they’d say the same. But some brides are not so lucky enough...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SHUW_H8tGWI/AAAAAAAAALc/i7OKuHEzImE/s1600-h/pic16139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221104616727189858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SHUW_H8tGWI/AAAAAAAAALc/i7OKuHEzImE/s320/pic16139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Click to inlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645672093760224971-257728446190140906?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/257728446190140906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=257728446190140906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/257728446190140906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/257728446190140906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-fmi-loves-me.html' title='My FMI loves me...'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SHUW_H8tGWI/AAAAAAAAALc/i7OKuHEzImE/s72-c/pic16139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-5727159957426181538</id><published>2008-07-07T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:19:51.134-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What starts with "D" and ryhmes with "riot"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It is time for me to diet, seriously! No more with the; “I’ll start on Monday,” “I’m too tired,” “I’m stressed out so I need to eat” It’s time to get down to business and pull out the gym card and healthy treats. Seriously peeps! I’m not joking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want this to be me on our wedding day.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SHKFetY-DuI/AAAAAAAAALU/5ya2KOo2TVA/s1600-h/image+by+mark+earthy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220381680702721762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SHKFetY-DuI/AAAAAAAAALU/5ya2KOo2TVA/s320/image+by+mark+earthy.jpg" border="0" /&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/645672093760224971-5727159957426181538?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/5727159957426181538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=5727159957426181538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/5727159957426181538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/5727159957426181538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-starts-with-d-and-ryhmes-with-riot.html' title='What starts with &quot;D&quot; and ryhmes with &quot;riot&quot;'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SHKFetY-DuI/AAAAAAAAALU/5ya2KOo2TVA/s72-c/image+by+mark+earthy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-5167672417972569265</id><published>2008-06-20T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:20:34.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A note</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;As I was getting ready to go to bed yesterday, I found a note next to my pillow. Lester left it there before he took off to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SFw6uU9owJI/AAAAAAAAALM/XXe3OBBKjwE/s1600-h/note.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214107036163817618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SFw6uU9owJI/AAAAAAAAALM/XXe3OBBKjwE/s320/note.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My babe is the sweetest person ever!! He made my night :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645672093760224971-5167672417972569265?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/5167672417972569265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=5167672417972569265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/5167672417972569265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/5167672417972569265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/note.html' title='A note'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SFw6uU9owJI/AAAAAAAAALM/XXe3OBBKjwE/s72-c/note.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-3058369786537711731</id><published>2008-06-12T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:21:01.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;There are times where I just want to get up and go to the courthouse to get married already. I want us to get a place of our own already. I want us to start a family already. I do not want to wait till 2010!!! Whaaa whaaa whaaa! I have to remind myself not to rush into things and how our wedding is important to us. This wedding is the uniting of two families, our family. It's about creating memories and having a good time with them. It's a start of a new chapter. Due to being many miles away from our family, planning a long distance wedding, and financial reason we chose to get married in 2010. Lester had asked me to marry him on his mom's birthday. To go with the flow and to be cute we planned to get married on May 22, 2010 on my dad's birthday. A minor issue arose and me being selfish, we changed our date. Lester and I are both Aries. Our relationship became official on April 5,2003 and yup that date is an Aries too. You know where this is going right? Our wedding date will be an Aries too. As much as I wanted to get married in May, I am delighted with our new date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SFF36yzD4CI/AAAAAAAAALE/r658S9ivkAY/s1600-h/DSC02510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211078095796428834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SFF36yzD4CI/AAAAAAAAALE/r658S9ivkAY/s320/DSC02510.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Lester and I at my cousin's wedding (Victor and Shawna)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645672093760224971-3058369786537711731?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/3058369786537711731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=3058369786537711731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/3058369786537711731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/3058369786537711731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/date.html' title='The Date'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SFF36yzD4CI/AAAAAAAAALE/r658S9ivkAY/s72-c/DSC02510.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-5140165323516400900</id><published>2008-06-06T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:21:40.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My color Palatte</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Once again I am deeply sorry for being MIA. BUT!!!! GOOD NEWS! I passed my test. I am finally a certified teacher in Texas, yippee!! That test had me seriously stressed out. My cousin Jessica told me about a movie called “The Secret,” regarding motivation and thinking positive. I told myself everyday, “I passed the test, I passed the test” and it worked. Finding a teaching job here in LA county, California will be yet another challenge for me. As I was driving to work this morning I noticed that teachers were on strike outside their schools. I managed to capture some of it on video which was hard since I was behind a person on a bicycle. The strike consisted of the education funding cuts proposed by the governor. Budget cuts can certainly mean freezes in teacher hiring as well. Although this scares me, I will not let it stop or intimidate me from finding a job; damn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now on to wedding planning, I finally got together a color palette. I knew that I wanted to have a black and white theme with a splash of color. I googled black and white wedding theme and it took me to Jennifer Skog’s bridal shower pictures. This is where it all began. Our theme will be based on Damask pattern (I love it). Colors will be black and white with lime green (to bad it ain’t pink, thanks Lester!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SEmYbfiW1LI/AAAAAAAAAK8/d_acowCPoZY/s1600-h/color+pallette.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208862042120180914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SEmYbfiW1LI/AAAAAAAAAK8/d_acowCPoZY/s320/color+pallette.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jenniferskog.wordpress.com/2007/06/06/the-most-amazing-bridal-shower/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://jenniferskog.wordpress.com/2007/06/06/the-most-amazing-bridal-shower/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;If anyone finds anything cute with damask pattern that can be incorporated into the wedding let me know, thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SEmXi16YceI/AAAAAAAAAK0/hq7_6phVwFw/s1600-h/pallette.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645672093760224971-5140165323516400900?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/5140165323516400900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=5140165323516400900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/5140165323516400900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/5140165323516400900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/06/once-again-i-am-deeply-sorry-for-being.html' title='My color Palatte'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SEmYbfiW1LI/AAAAAAAAAK8/d_acowCPoZY/s72-c/color+pallette.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-6102345867878788089</id><published>2008-05-01T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:22:57.407-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Forget Love-I'd rather fall in Paper"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Oh paper, how I love thee! You can absolutely do about anything with paper. As I mentioned before, I love DIY projects and the wedding planning process will feed me my hunger and cravings for DIY projects :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My DIY list will consist of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;invitations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;save-the-date cards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;thank-you cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;will you be my BM cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;So far that's it... OK, let me break it down for ya'll....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Invitations&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;For my invitations I plan to use a gocco machine to print them. Once all the ink is printed on those babies, I will stack the invite card, reception/dance card, etc together with a ribbon or pretty vellum paper. I was originally going to make my own pocket fold invites, but I'd be killing myself if I did do it, so X that out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBkAWjWmoqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/QNvN0tNQsB0/s1600-h/invite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195184032595747490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBkAWjWmoqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/QNvN0tNQsB0/s320/invite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Photo from Flikr member: Heatherjeany&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBoa7jWmoxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/R8JyGi0_HSs/s1600-h/invite6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195494730529940242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBoa7jWmoxI/AAAAAAAAAJU/R8JyGi0_HSs/s320/invite6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo from a Flikr member: Ignafruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example of gocco print (above photo). I plan to stack them together and wrap it with pattern paper/ribbon so it looks like this (bottom photo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBoa7zWmoyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kFWM7L3vYLE/s1600-h/invite7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195494734824907554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBoa7zWmoyI/AAAAAAAAAJc/kFWM7L3vYLE/s320/invite7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo from Flikr member: Ignafruit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pocket-fold invites that will murder me if I dare DIY (bottom photo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBocrjWmozI/AAAAAAAAAJk/HxY8ylrhv5o/s1600-h/2282561038_0d04cccbe9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195496654675288882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBocrjWmozI/AAAAAAAAAJk/HxY8ylrhv5o/s320/2282561038_0d04cccbe9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo from socialfrog.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Save-the-date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have so many ideas for the save-the-date cards. Here a couple of cards that I might make...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBogVjWmo0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/6KPZTKol1Ts/s1600-h/2118897416_a23c7b1be9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195500674764677954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBogVjWmo0I/AAAAAAAAAJs/6KPZTKol1Ts/s320/2118897416_a23c7b1be9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBogVzWmo1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/U7KpxOSOGG4/s1600-h/2097316300_e36b5fea63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195500679059645266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBogVzWmo1I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/U7KpxOSOGG4/s320/2097316300_e36b5fea63.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo from Flikr member: Amberinnorfolk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The couple had their photos taken by a professional (above photo). I believe in saving money as much as possible. I found a Flikr member Creaticraft who took the photos using a regular camera and edit them in black and white (bottom photos)... SIMPLE!! (or at least i hope it well be)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBokPzWmo2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/V6sMUL15uCs/s1600-h/2399905234_5f2f82efcd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195504974026941282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBokPzWmo2I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/V6sMUL15uCs/s320/2399905234_5f2f82efcd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBokQDWmo3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/qNLvyM-dS0g/s1600-h/2399906216_a29dd1ba55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195504978321908594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBokQDWmo3I/AAAAAAAAAKE/qNLvyM-dS0g/s320/2399906216_a29dd1ba55.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBokQjWmo4I/AAAAAAAAAKM/zWUKFwllu8w/s1600-h/2399907774_014b62d599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195504986911843202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBokQjWmo4I/AAAAAAAAAKM/zWUKFwllu8w/s320/2399907774_014b62d599.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBokQzWmo5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/gi3tnT7SM7k/s1600-h/2399909336_e991318c0c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195504991206810514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBokQzWmo5I/AAAAAAAAAKU/gi3tnT7SM7k/s320/2399909336_e991318c0c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;This is how it looks edited. You can click on the picture to view it larger. I LOVE IT!!! (bottom photo). I plan to take pictures very similar to the ones I have showed you. Once our pictures are edited like the picture below, I will paste them on to beautiful printed cardstock paper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBokRTWmo6I/AAAAAAAAAKc/mZWiKrYSwCA/s1600-h/2399072075_940538d1a7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195504999796745122" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBokRTWmo6I/AAAAAAAAAKc/mZWiKrYSwCA/s320/2399072075_940538d1a7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you Cards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am at aw when I see photographs of couples holding signs. I will make Thank You signs to have our pictures taken on the day of the wedding by our photographer. Sort of like the photos below. I plan to make them into post-cards :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBtT2zWmo7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/rzgCRzfU-NE/s1600-h/1355482808_e2be7180ec_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195838796065055666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBtT2zWmo7I/AAAAAAAAAKk/rzgCRzfU-NE/s320/1355482808_e2be7180ec_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBtT3DWmo8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/mgFfqZLjMHQ/s1600-h/thankyou.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195838800360022978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBtT3DWmo8I/AAAAAAAAAKs/mgFfqZLjMHQ/s320/thankyou.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bridesmaid cards&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's a surprise :) I'll post pics AFTER I send them out to my bridesmaid, which will be sometime in August 2008.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/645672093760224971-6102345867878788089?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/6102345867878788089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=6102345867878788089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/6102345867878788089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/6102345867878788089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/04/ideas.html' title='&quot;Forget Love-I&apos;d rather fall in Paper&quot;'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBkAWjWmoqI/AAAAAAAAAIc/QNvN0tNQsB0/s72-c/invite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-7142880415463924780</id><published>2008-04-30T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:23:42.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Card-me-licious</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I worked on a Birthday card for my beautiful Cousin's 25th B-day. I completely forgot to take pictures with the camera, so here is one done by my camera-phone. Stay tuned for my Mother's Day DIY cards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBoN0DWmovI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZAxIZaCWtlk/s1600-h/bday+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195480308029760242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBoN0DWmovI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZAxIZaCWtlk/s320/bday+card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBjPBjWmooI/AAAAAAAAAIM/dLLufMI8WKo/s1600-h/bday+card2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBoN0TWmowI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zM01TXav0FM/s1600-h/bday+card2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195480312324727554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBoN0TWmowI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zM01TXav0FM/s320/bday+card2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Updated Life News:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I, myself, recently turned 25. My handsome fiance bought me beautiful roses and a strawberry cheescake. He works grave yard shifts sooo that morning on my birthday, he had no keys to get in the house. He tapped our bedroom window and scarred the crap out of me. I was asleep drooling on the pillow when he woke me up with that loud bang. I got up and opened the door. Trying to open my eyes, I saw him with a smile carrying the roses. AWWWW He is so sweet, I love him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBjR9DWmopI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Vjp7jhr70JU/s1600-h/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195133016974205586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBjR9DWmopI/AAAAAAAAAIU/Vjp7jhr70JU/s320/roses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So puurrrtty!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My sister got engaged this past weekend!!! It was about time for those two to get engaged :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I finally got my Diploma today, after work Ima go to "tarjay" aka target to buy a frame for it yay!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Thats about it my peeps!! Holla Back! ( seriously i dunno why im talking like that)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645672093760224971-7142880415463924780?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/7142880415463924780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=7142880415463924780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/7142880415463924780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/7142880415463924780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/04/card-me-licious.html' title='Card-me-licious'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/SBoN0DWmovI/AAAAAAAAAJE/ZAxIZaCWtlk/s72-c/bday+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-5864338984907010524</id><published>2008-04-10T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T00:50:28.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu'</title><content type='html'>The other day I was watching Rob and Big, an MTV reality show, and I got Deja Vu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xMTr5HAvjBo&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/xMTr5HAvjBo&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between you and I, Lester does this all the time when we're in the car. Shhhhh, you didn't hear it from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645672093760224971-5864338984907010524?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/5864338984907010524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=5864338984907010524' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/5864338984907010524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/5864338984907010524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/04/deja-vu.html' title='Deja Vu&apos;'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-7834153862193424360</id><published>2008-03-13T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T11:36:17.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Things I Love about Lester...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;What I do best is steal topic ideas from bloggers at weddingbee.com. Miss Bubblygum, who stole the idea from some else, posted 10 things she loves about her FI. Guess what I’m gonna write about the same thing!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. He is one of the smartest people I have ever known. He is book-smart, but lacking it in street-smart category. When I don’t know a vocabulary word, which is most of the time, I ask him what it means and 98% of the time he has a meaning and an example for it. He is ALWAYS correcting my grammer. Even though he ditched his classes during high school he always managed to get A’s. He was also known as a GT (gifted and talented) student during his elementary years. He is so smart that he ALWAYS study’s an hour before a college exam and passes it!!! He knows everything! He knows about the Roman Gods and Goddesses and what they do. He is very knowledgeable about anything dealing with history. I could go on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. He is my cheerleader/supporter/best friend. He has always supported me in everything and anything I do. I tell him everything, even if it’s TMI. Seriously, I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. He always knows when something is wrong with me. It never fails. He knows when I have been crying. He knows when something is bugging me. I just love the way he looks at me, hugs me and asks “Babe, what’s wroooong?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He tucks me into bed. Lester works graveyard shifts. On his days off he is widely awake by the time I’m getting sleepy. When I’m ready to go to bed, he goes to the side of the bed and tucks me into a burrito blanket. He brushes my hair out of my face, gives me a kiss goodnight and says, “I love you.” He's such a sweet heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. He makes me laugh. He does it all the time. He busts out with moves out of the blue, to make me laugh. He acts super silly when I’m feeling down, just to make me laugh. He tries to make me laugh when I’m mad at him and it works, darn it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He does things for me I don’t want to do. If I’m too lazy to get things, he’ll get it for me even if I’m closer to it. He’ll go buy me ice cream bars when I’m craving it at the middle of the night. He brings me lunch to my work. I sound like a spoiled brat. Hey what can I say I'm his princess. hehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He is my own personal doctor. I’m usually the one that gets sick very often. He’ll insist that I stay in bed and rest. He has been sick these past couple of days. Just to prove how sweet my honey is, yesterday before walking into our room he sprayed Lysol all over the room, on the bed, on the pillows and he even wiped down the doorknobs with disinfected wipes. He forced me to take my vitamins. All this just so I wouldn’t catch what he had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He gets along with my family. Just the other day we were having dinner at a restaurant. While I was looking at the menu deciding what to order, he was on the phone talking to someone I had no idea who it was. I was ease dropping on his conversation and figured it was one of his friends. Turns out it wasn’t, it was my cousin. I also remember Lester mentioning that my cousins called him one night. They had been out partying and called Lester. Did they call me, no! I am so grateful that my family loves him and vise versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He’s an animal person. I was so happy when I found out the he had a cat when were dating. I love cats!!! We recently got a new puppy and I love her too!! Lester never shows his emotions towards other people or in front of people to me. If you were to ask any of his friends they would say the same about him. I just love it when he holds our pets as if they were babies. When they are asleep on his side of the bed, he’ll squish himself in trying not to wake them up. He’ll even cover them up with a blanket. When I see these little things he does for them, I can imagine how he would be with our own kids. I know for a FACT that he will be a very loving father. I just can’t wait for us to make babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Finally, he is just straight out HOTT!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645672093760224971-7834153862193424360?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/7834153862193424360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=7834153862193424360' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/7834153862193424360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/7834153862193424360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-i-do-best-is-steal-topic-ideas.html' title='10 Things I Love about Lester...'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-4331295279613907861</id><published>2008-03-12T10:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T19:03:47.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Embarrassing Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;My mother had a great idea for me to go try on wedding dresses. Even though our wedding is two years from now, she wanted me to get the “feel” and the “idea” of what kind of wedding dress style fits the best. I was super excited because it was the first time I had tried on wedding dresses. Ever since, I got these really nasty keloids on my chest, I’ve wanted a dress that would hide them. It was really hard to find a wedding dress that did, so I just decided the heck with it and try tube top wedding dresses. I had one keloid removed about 3 years ago and that piece of shit grew back. I hate them; they itch, they feel like someone is picking at them with needles, they are just plain ugly! I will not let it ruin the way I look. I have two options cover them up with make-up and a layered necklace or have them removed 4 weeks before the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s a picture of a dress I love (note the necklace, it is layered and will hide my keloid, I really like it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9gcHRIW7NI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Xl8-eSprxis/s1600-h/dress5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176918682845506770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9gcHRIW7NI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Xl8-eSprxis/s320/dress5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;One of my favorite dresses, I am a sucker for details and this dress has at all! I found this dress at privatelabelbyg.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9gcWBIW7OI/AAAAAAAAAHo/REtfVrp5Eu8/s1600-h/#1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176918936248577250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9gcWBIW7OI/AAAAAAAAAHo/REtfVrp5Eu8/s320/%231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So on to my journey of trying dresses on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.... We went to a total of 3 stores in one WHOLE day. I fell in love with two dresses similar to the above dress. I felt so beautiful in them and I was determined to lose those 40lbs that creeped up on me since I met Lester.  Our final stop was at David's bridal. Just a heads up, the front wall of the store is made out of glass. So u can imagine clumsy me walked right into the glass!!!! OMG I thought it was the entry way. A couple was heading towards the entrance and they were shocked! lol They began to laugh right after they saw I was ok. My mother was practically rolling on the floor laughing. I was humiliated! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I wonder if the store did it on purpose like this store did!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XXoM_9aEgtg&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&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/XXoM_9aEgtg&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone had an embarrassing moment during their wedding planning process?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645672093760224971-4331295279613907861?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/4331295279613907861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=4331295279613907861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/4331295279613907861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/4331295279613907861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-mother-had-great-idea-for-me-to-go.html' title='An Embarrassing Moment'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9gcHRIW7NI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Xl8-eSprxis/s72-c/dress5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-7321784664386810329</id><published>2008-03-11T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T15:49:25.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm getting carried away!!! Help!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Hello, my name is Priscilla and I’m a youtubeholic. Lester and I have been wanting a nice, hard, stable bed for awhile.Our current bed is way too soft and cushiony. Soft bed = back pains, me no likey. The last time we went to test mattresses was at Ikea. So how do you test mattresses? Well, duh, you jump in them and lay in them… But beware of the waterbed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vdDMpx7e-0I&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vdDMpx7e-0I&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645672093760224971-7321784664386810329?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/7321784664386810329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=7321784664386810329' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/7321784664386810329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/7321784664386810329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-getting-carried-away-help.html' title='I&apos;m getting carried away!!! Help!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-7680540540227489574</id><published>2008-03-11T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:46:36.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Okay, so I have been thinking about my next post and I had no idea what to write about. When I usually get a brain fart, I usually get my handy dandy weddingbee website out and there I go, stealing ideas! Miss Shortcake posted about PWS (post-wedding sydrome) along with some funny videos. The first two videos where found by Miss Shortcake.I went on a hunt to youtube.com and found these videos. ENJOY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3CyR5X-1pXs&amp;amp;rel=" color1="0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PWS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e2tmNDHlNO4&amp;amp;rel=" color1="0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimp My Bride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ti_JR31t9v4&amp;amp;rel=" color1="0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Proposal (I actually cried when I saw this!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ARDUNJ4AMBs&amp;amp;rel=" color1="0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645672093760224971-7680540540227489574?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/7680540540227489574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=7680540540227489574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/7680540540227489574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/7680540540227489574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/03/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-1502892194318785170</id><published>2008-03-10T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T11:23:41.501-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Income Tax $$ Baby!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Yes, it’s here!!! Whoot Whoot!! The time for some people to get money back, especially this year a whoopy $600 more!! I will be wise on how I spend my money and I promise not to have any temptations, hahahaha ::evil laugh:: I will definitely buy one of these…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gocco Machine- a color printing system.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I first discovered this machine on weddingbee.com. I plan to make my own wedding invitations and I heart the way gocco brings out the beauty in them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Gocco Machine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9XACRIW7LI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/77YGsABy_gA/s1600-h/gocco8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176254491922984114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9XACRIW7LI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/77YGsABy_gA/s320/gocco8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Gocco printing finished product &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9W39RIW7EI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-Et2daZkaZU/s1600-h/gocco1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176245609930615874" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9W39RIW7EI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-Et2daZkaZU/s320/gocco1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The Gocco Machine working its magic&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;WHAAA PAAAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9W4yxIW7FI/AAAAAAAAAGg/upowGh5-SQw/s1600-h/gocco2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176246529053617234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9W4yxIW7FI/AAAAAAAAAGg/upowGh5-SQw/s320/gocco2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9W5hhIW7GI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hLI468ZTCek/s1600-h/gocco3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176247332212501602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9W5hhIW7GI/AAAAAAAAAGo/hLI468ZTCek/s320/gocco3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9W6ghIW7JI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cfk3TsAlYEY/s1600-h/gocco4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176248414544260242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9W6ghIW7JI/AAAAAAAAAHA/cfk3TsAlYEY/s320/gocco4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9W7EhIW7KI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ae2f3MW_IL0/s1600-h/gocco7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176249033019550882" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9W7EhIW7KI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Ae2f3MW_IL0/s320/gocco7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;All photos from flikr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want me some Gocco, I do I do I do eoooo!&lt;/em&gt;&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/645672093760224971-1502892194318785170?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/1502892194318785170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=1502892194318785170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/1502892194318785170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/1502892194318785170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-want-me-some-gocco.html' title='Income Tax $$ Baby!!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9XACRIW7LI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/77YGsABy_gA/s72-c/gocco8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-5398492740041480502</id><published>2008-03-09T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:44:47.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Engagement Story...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But FIRST….. our story when we locked eyes and fell in love for the first time, awww the beauty of love at first sight, HA haha, not in our case. It was my second year as a team dancer at my University and I was in the best damn shape ever! A friend of mine on the team had a boyfriend whose single best friend, wanted to hook up with someone on the dance team ::typical guy:: I do not remember, but I think I was one of the few girls that didn’t have a “man.” I grew up in a strict home and never had a “real” boyfriend, just one of those 1 week elementary things. My friend thought I would be perfect for her boyfriend’s best friend. She finally convinced me to go with her to the gym and check this “guy” out. I saw him; he had tattoos and I was convinced not to get involved. I walked out of the gym without even saying “hello.” Yes, I confess, I judged a book by its cover! 4 months later, I went across the border where underage drinkers would go party, yes another confession I was 19. I was there at a bar drinking it up with my cousin and a friend, shame on me. All of a sudden I spotted the “guy.” He was wearing a white, fitted sweater that covered his tattoos and he looked amazing! I couldn’t get my eyes off of him. “OMG, it’s him!” I tried to get his attention by staring his way for most of the night. We never locked eyes, so I gave up. I got up from my seat, I looked up and there he was … standing in front of me holding his hand out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 ½ years later, we began talking about marriage. We could comfortably talk about our future together, what kind of house we’d live in and whether our first child would be a boy or girl. It came to a point where I would constantly think about what day he would ask me and how he would do it. I even started to harass him about getting engaged, I’m so bad! My guy is not the romantic type and isn’t a planner at all. He is very predictable. I figured that the day I would walk into a room with roses and candle light was the time he was going to pop the question. Even if he planned a date! One Saturday night, we decided to stay home and have a couple of drinks. He had a little too many and I began to get sleepy. We said our goodnights and our I love yous. He added, “ Tomorrow, you’ll know how much I really love you.” Was he really going to do it? OMG, I think he is! Before I continue, my mother had generously offered her first engagement ring to my guy when he was ready to pop the question. The next day, I woke up and I could not stay calm. I thought, today is the day. I am finally going to be engaged. While my mother and I went curtain shopping I realized that she was wearing the ring that would soon be mine. She NEVER wore that ring, she would always wear her 1 carat wedding ring. I was so bummed out, how will he be able to propose with out the ring? He never asked for it, so of course, that day was not “the day.” We got home and he was lounging around watching T.V. I was soooooo bummed out and mad at the same time. We began to watch the movie, “El Cantante” with Marc Anthony and Jennifer Lopez. In one of the scenes, Marc asks J-Lo to marry him, I said to my guy, “Wait, rewind that again, I want to experience it through them since I will not for a while.” I’m so cruel!! It was getting late and it was time for me to go to bed. I was looking for my cell phone to set my alarm. I could not find it, I looked everywhere for it! My guy suggested that it might be in the car and he offered to go check for me. Sure enough it was in there; he handed it to me and told me I had a txt message. I was walking to our room and I opened up my phone. It read, “Will You Marry Me?” I was confused and re-read it to make sure I read it right. Was this a joke? Was he getting back at me for the comment I said during the movie? I turned around and to my surprise he was down on one knee holding the ring and asked, “Will you marry me?” YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;His Tats!!! I'm in love with them now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9VaxBIW7CI/AAAAAAAAAGI/V1BbLajgTAY/s1600-h/250815773_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176143144895835170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9VaxBIW7CI/AAAAAAAAAGI/V1BbLajgTAY/s320/250815773_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Us :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9VbMBIW7DI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qHZMwg1-_60/s1600-h/401301759_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176143608752303154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9VbMBIW7DI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qHZMwg1-_60/s320/401301759_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645672093760224971-5398492740041480502?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/5398492740041480502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=5398492740041480502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/5398492740041480502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/5398492740041480502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-engagement-story.html' title='Our Engagement Story...'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9VaxBIW7CI/AAAAAAAAAGI/V1BbLajgTAY/s72-c/250815773_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-1067723747444957234</id><published>2008-03-06T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:46:41.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA, Who? Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My apologies for being MIA, honestly, I have no excuse! As I mentioned on my first blog I find it hard for me to get into the mood of writing. I am such a great thinker and meta-cognitiver (ßis that even a word?), but not good in expressing it on pen and paper. Good news, I finally paid my dues owed to the University I attended. It’s been 10 months since I graduated and I am yet to see my Diploma :( but no more worries, except for one ::cough::cough:: my test. So, yes, after paying my dues I am so thrilled to get my Diploma. It’s about freakn’ time!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let’s talk “luna de miel”… I’ve decided that I will plan our wedding and FI will plan the honeymoon. He doesn’t know yet, but hey it’s only fair, right? He has a good sense of picking nice vacation spots and I trust that he will pick something relaxing and romantic. I’ll keep my blog updated with destinations he has in mind, or better yet I’ll have him post it : ) So onto my part of the job, all I can really do is just sit in front of the computer and look at wonderful inspirational wedding photographs. Our wedding is in 2010, so by October 2008 I will start my job as a wedding planner. I like to consider myself as an organized person with mild OCD. I can be overly organized with things I enjoy and well not so organized with things I hate! Eventually my OCD will start to kick in and the things I hate will become up to par. I was having a complex time deciding whether too organize our wedding roughly through the computer or to use a wedding planner book from B&amp;amp;N. Needless to say, I will be using both organizational methods. I have started a wedding inspirational folder with wonderful ideas… just a little something to keep me busy until October when I go vendor hunting.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A look at my folder inside with post-it notes and wedding dresses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9CFR8YW1-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/YGN0xu486FE/s1600-h/folder3.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174782515161257954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9CFR8YW1-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/YGN0xu486FE/s320/folder3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color palette from David's Bridal Catalog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9CFScYW1_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/HGunByN86HE/s1600-h/folder2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174782523751192562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9CFScYW1_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/HGunByN86HE/s320/folder2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a flyer of the venue I would like our wedding to be at and of course some post it notes with questions to ask the venue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9CFScYW2AI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QwTZX7taeGs/s1600-h/folder.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174782523751192578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9CFScYW2AI/AAAAAAAAAE4/QwTZX7taeGs/s320/folder.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a spread sheet of a budget organizer I might become obsess with. From indiebride, you can download it here, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingbee.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/27/the_tracker_deux.xls"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;http://www.weddingbee.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/27/the_tracker_deux.xls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9CNp8YW2DI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jMLc3Ytz1X4/s1600-h/spreadsheet.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174791723571140658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9CNp8YW2DI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/jMLc3Ytz1X4/s320/spreadsheet.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the inspirational board that I had created with the colors I FIRST wanted to use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9CHJsYW2BI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xWTR84AKvdU/s1600-h/colorsofwedding.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174784572450592786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9CHJsYW2BI/AAAAAAAAAFA/xWTR84AKvdU/s320/colorsofwedding.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next blog will be about my current color choice for the wedding. I'm just wondering how many times I will be changing my mind. Quick question, any one changed their mind many times about what colors to use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645672093760224971-1067723747444957234?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/1067723747444957234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=1067723747444957234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/1067723747444957234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/1067723747444957234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/03/mia-who-me.html' title='MIA, Who? Me?'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9CFR8YW1-I/AAAAAAAAAEo/YGN0xu486FE/s72-c/folder3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-2737166875528136062</id><published>2008-02-13T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:45:37.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Got DIY?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I DO!! My crafty instincts took over me last night. My lovely grandmother will be a year older in 2 weeks. Next weekend we are attending a baby shower. I am limited on supplies, in conclusion my final product. Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink card&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R7Ovmz8TgfI/AAAAAAAAAD4/RcC0spiDMvg/s1600-h/lion+509.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R7O0KT8TgkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dMlNbK2OJsM/s1600-h/lion+507.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166671286768992834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R7O0KT8TgkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dMlNbK2OJsM/s320/lion+507.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R7OvnT8TggI/AAAAAAAAAEA/EVtHVJBuRFA/s1600-h/lion+507.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R7O0JD8TgjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/R9bqPFLBu4o/s1600-h/lion+509.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166671265294156338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R7O0JD8TgjI/AAAAAAAAAEY/R9bqPFLBu4o/s320/lion+509.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more pink, see I told you I'm limited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R7O0CT8TgiI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XUqOwg3lz8Q/s1600-h/lion+514.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166671149330039330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R7O0CT8TgiI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XUqOwg3lz8Q/s320/lion+514.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R7Ovnj8TghI/AAAAAAAAAEI/KldaKEhYB0s/s1600-h/lion+514.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645672093760224971-2737166875528136062?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/2737166875528136062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=2737166875528136062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/2737166875528136062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/2737166875528136062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/02/got-diy.html' title='Got DIY?'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R7O0KT8TgkI/AAAAAAAAAEg/dMlNbK2OJsM/s72-c/lion+507.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-3359306009096762721</id><published>2008-02-13T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:45:18.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am so not ghetto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Or am I….. As soon as I got out of the shower, Lester mentioned for us to go grab a movie and make it a blockbuster night. I agreed to his idea. I brushed out my wet, tangled hair, slipped on my slippers and as I was putting my jacket on he decided to crack jokes on my eyebrows!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lester: “Hey how about you go put on your eyebrows, here want some of mine”&lt;br /&gt;Me: “ OMG, you’re such a jerk!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just because, JUST BECAUSE, I crack jokes about myself too I started laughing, and if it was not the case I’d smack him on the ass and get joy out of it, hehe&lt;br /&gt;I have eyebrows, I promise I do, you just can’t see them! They are so blonde, that they blend in with my skin color and you can’t even see those darn eyebrows. I have always been teased about it. My mother insists that I pluck them out to be so thin. My daily routine, of course, is to put on the eyebrows. Every friggin morning, I take out my brow brush, brush my no-eyebrows out, then I take out my Brow Powder Duo from Anastasia and wha-la, I have eyebrows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R7Nqyj8TgVI/AAAAAAAAACk/xnR8jSUukDc/s1600-h/P137501_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166590614398271826" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R7Nqyj8TgVI/AAAAAAAAACk/xnR8jSUukDc/s320/P137501_hero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but the agony to have to do them EVERYDAY!!! So…. I’ve been considering tattooing my eyebrows!!! I have always thought that it looked extremely ghetto to have them tattooed. Ghetto like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this picture on Flikr.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R7NqyT8TgUI/AAAAAAAAACc/gyYq99JDQvw/s1600-h/eyebrows.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166590610103304514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R7NqyT8TgUI/AAAAAAAAACc/gyYq99JDQvw/s320/eyebrows.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for funs like this..... (much love to my mexicans, my ethnicity !!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R7NqyD8TgTI/AAAAAAAAACU/BESmOkWnmgY/s1600-h/chola+eyebrows.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166590605808337202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R7NqyD8TgTI/AAAAAAAAACU/BESmOkWnmgY/s320/chola+eyebrows.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I recieved a monthly coupon book from the area I work at. I stumble across an ad about permanent make-up and I was so amazed at how real it looked. Finally, a cure for my eyebrows!!! As soon as I am done posting my blog, I will be calling for a consultation. I'm super scared, I don't want to look ghetto! Here are some pictures of permanent eyebrows tattoed by Carol Packman, they look natural, if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://carolpackman.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://carolpackman.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R7Nvhj8TgbI/AAAAAAAAADY/drOLvlynjh0/s1600-h/aug_before.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166595819898634674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R7Nvhj8TgbI/AAAAAAAAADY/drOLvlynjh0/s320/aug_before.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R7NvkT8TgcI/AAAAAAAAADg/7N0hQkwQX7s/s1600-h/aug_healed.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166595867143274946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R7NvkT8TgcI/AAAAAAAAADg/7N0hQkwQX7s/s320/aug_healed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R7NwID8TgdI/AAAAAAAAADo/5trAGaD2eP8/s1600-h/gadbois1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166596481323598290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R7NwID8TgdI/AAAAAAAAADo/5trAGaD2eP8/s320/gadbois1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R7NwKz8TgeI/AAAAAAAAADw/zxjvU9pmXhI/s1600-h/gadbois2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166596528568238562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R7NwKz8TgeI/AAAAAAAAADw/zxjvU9pmXhI/s320/gadbois2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think? Does it look natural? Should I or Nah??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645672093760224971-3359306009096762721?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/3359306009096762721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=3359306009096762721' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/3359306009096762721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/3359306009096762721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-am-so-not-ghetto.html' title='I am so not ghetto...'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R7Nqyj8TgVI/AAAAAAAAACk/xnR8jSUukDc/s72-c/P137501_hero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-6818457430907269729</id><published>2008-02-07T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T13:37:30.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I think I found the one!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6uNpwffZTI/AAAAAAAAACM/F934csGEv9Q/s1600-h/m55092515.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164377146241541426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6uNpwffZTI/AAAAAAAAACM/F934csGEv9Q/s320/m55092515.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Awhile back, while I was exploring the internet I bumped into a photography website from El Paso, Texas. Although we currently moved to So Cal, we still plan to have the wedding at our hometown, El Paso. Lights please!!! I now introduce you, Marcos Martinez from weddingxpressions &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weddingxpressions.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;http://www.weddingxpressions.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; , whose photographs I just adore. It's as if we were meant to be! Him and his wife visits So Cal often, very often, his parents live in Orange County. Ever since I fell in love with my mother's engagement pictures on the beach, I knew I wanted to have my engagements picture there as well. The best part of it is that he can take our engagement pictures at a beach and capture our wedding at El Paso. I was hoping I could post some of his photographs he took at Laguna Beach, but they are copy protected. I was able to get some other photographs he has captured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6uGCwffZNI/AAAAAAAAABc/_1LRpZ-DIe0/s1600-h/weddingxperssions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164368779645248722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6uGCwffZNI/AAAAAAAAABc/_1LRpZ-DIe0/s320/weddingxperssions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6uKjQffZOI/AAAAAAAAABk/-rRodqTy7fc/s1600-h/b46473428.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164373736037508322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6uKjQffZOI/AAAAAAAAABk/-rRodqTy7fc/s320/b46473428.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6uGCwffZNI/AAAAAAAAABc/_1LRpZ-DIe0/s1600-h/weddingxperssions.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;This picture is of one of my cousin's friend's wedding, photographed by Marcos Martinez.&lt;br /&gt;I heart it!!! I'm just waiting for July to come quickly, we will be visiting El Paso and hopefully meet up with weddingxpressions to book our date!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Visit his blog and enjoy his beautiful photographs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/socrammtz"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;http://www.xanga.com/socrammtz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Some more of my favorite pictures by Marcos Martinez....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6uKmwffZRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8qM0W3yeZBQ/s1600-h/b38142501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164373796167050514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6uKmwffZRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8qM0W3yeZBQ/s320/b38142501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6uKmgffZQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/iHvvpExA9Fo/s1600-h/b39056469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164373791872083202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6uKmgffZQI/AAAAAAAAAB0/iHvvpExA9Fo/s320/b39056469.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6uKmQffZPI/AAAAAAAAABs/Td-eaYe9Fbc/s1600-h/wedding+xpressions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164373787577115890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6uKmQffZPI/AAAAAAAAABs/Td-eaYe9Fbc/s320/wedding+xpressions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6uKmwffZRI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8qM0W3yeZBQ/s1600-h/b38142501.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6uNpwffZSI/AAAAAAAAACE/z2eFW9_fLew/s1600-h/m52158467.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164377146241541410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6uNpwffZSI/AAAAAAAAACE/z2eFW9_fLew/s320/m52158467.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6uKmQffZPI/AAAAAAAAABs/Td-eaYe9Fbc/s1600-h/wedding+xpressions.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645672093760224971-6818457430907269729?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/6818457430907269729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=6818457430907269729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/6818457430907269729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/6818457430907269729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-think-i-found-one.html' title='I think I found the one!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6uNpwffZTI/AAAAAAAAACM/F934csGEv9Q/s72-c/m55092515.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-356015702809768095</id><published>2008-02-05T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:14:26.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st DIY cards!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6i6vQffZII/AAAAAAAAAA0/9fQh7JER8kQ/s1600-h/card6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163582293823939714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6i6vQffZII/AAAAAAAAAA0/9fQh7JER8kQ/s320/card6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6i6vwffZJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8HMYeL8LwvM/s1600-h/card7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163582302413874322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6i6vwffZJI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8HMYeL8LwvM/s320/card7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6i6wQffZKI/AAAAAAAAABE/pDhy5PvIURo/s1600-h/card+bm2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163582311003808930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6i6wQffZKI/AAAAAAAAABE/pDhy5PvIURo/s320/card+bm2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6i6xAffZLI/AAAAAAAAABM/IEsJk7evbt0/s1600-h/card+bm3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163582323888710834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6i6xAffZLI/AAAAAAAAABM/IEsJk7evbt0/s320/card+bm3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6i6xwffZMI/AAAAAAAAABU/i0PKbg7ILxc/s1600-h/card+swap1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163582336773612738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6i6xwffZMI/AAAAAAAAABU/i0PKbg7ILxc/s320/card+swap1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6i2uwffZDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q9Y6Ysflutg/s1600-h/card+swap1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6i2wgffZEI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QrSbBuuEFyE/s1600-h/card6.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6i2xAffZFI/AAAAAAAAAAc/2n--V6vp17M/s1600-h/card7.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6i2yAffZGI/AAAAAAAAAAk/fxnYaljuqw0/s1600-h/card+bm3.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6i2ywffZHI/AAAAAAAAAAs/W77Scny2jr0/s1600-h/card+bm2.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ok, so I'm ready to post the pictures. They are horrible compared to others!! But someday, I promise, they will look stunning. I'm also posting my "will you be my bridemaid?" cards. I made them too soon, I was too excited I just couldn't wait. My girls probably will not be getting them until June!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;And please bare with me, I'm in the process of purchasing a new camera :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/645672093760224971-356015702809768095?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/356015702809768095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=356015702809768095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/356015702809768095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/356015702809768095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/02/ok-so-im-ready-to-post-pictures.html' title='My 1st DIY cards!!'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R6i6vQffZII/AAAAAAAAAA0/9fQh7JER8kQ/s72-c/card6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-6284608517353462164</id><published>2008-02-01T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T13:13:48.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brand New</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I am completly new to handmade cards. I heart them! It is so hard to say no to buy supplies. I want everything there is that deals with making cards. Unfortunetly, I must save up money and buy supplies one at a time ::sniff::snif:: :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645672093760224971-6284608517353462164?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/6284608517353462164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=6284608517353462164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/6284608517353462164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/6284608517353462164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/02/brand-new.html' title='Brand New'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-5143788539411488227</id><published>2008-01-30T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T14:30:25.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have been surfing other bloggers blogs so that I can get ideas on what to post next. I'm so excited to have my own blog and realized that this is my 3rd post for the day!!! I want to do so much....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to post pictures of my first DIY Valentine cards, but I haven't had the chance to take pictures of them during the day when its bright and sunny. I leave work at around 5pm, then I go to my chiropractor, by the time i get home the sun is already down. Please oh please hurry up time change!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to get myself a camera that can capture beautiful colored pictures. I am currently using my moms, so bare with me. During my visit to the blog world, I have come across pictures of diy cards that look absolutely amazing. They are super clear and look professional. I must get myself a new camera!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I need to go to Michael's so I can buy more supplies for my "will you be my bridesmaid?" card. I'm a little shy to say, but our wedding will not be until May of 2010, 2 years from now! It's so far away from now, but I can't control myself. Like Miss Jasmine, a weddingbee blogger, calls it ORS (over-researching syndrome). I think I have it!!! I can not stop, it just keeps on going and going and going. I have so many ideas and inspirations. I'm super exciting to ask my family and friends to be my bridesmaid, am I doing it too early??&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645672093760224971-5143788539411488227?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/5143788539411488227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=5143788539411488227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/5143788539411488227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/5143788539411488227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/01/today.html' title='Today....'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-1009467041654356096</id><published>2008-01-30T12:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T13:14:23.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To-do List</title><content type='html'>I have a full-time job in which I sit on my bottom, in front of a computer, ALL DAY LOOOOONNG!! (just might be the reason why I've gained weight... nah u think?) To cure my boredom I have made a to-do list to work on during my working hours:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blog on my blogger (go me, go me yay!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Look for inspirational photos for my wedding (I am finally engaged to the man of my dreams)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Send out my Weddingbee DIY Valentine Card Swap (I will post pictures soon)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish reading "Desperate Measures" by Kate Wilhelm (my boss thought I had to much time on my hands so she gave me this book)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Buy a study book for my teaching certification and STUDY (embarrassed to say but I have failed this test TWICE, yes twice!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finish my "Will you be bridesmaid cards" ( I will post pictures of my finished product soon) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make a list of "what to eat for the week" (I want to lose 40lbs before my wedding)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm sure I have more to post, but my brain seems to wind down towards the end of my work day ugh!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645672093760224971-1009467041654356096?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/1009467041654356096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=1009467041654356096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/1009467041654356096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/1009467041654356096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-full-time-job-in-which-i-sit-on.html' title='To-do List'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-645672093760224971.post-5328313694966240885</id><published>2008-01-30T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T12:50:35.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>Well hello there!!! First thing first, my name is Priscilla and I'm completely new to the blog world. A Heads-up, I never found myself "liking" writing. I guess it's because I felt that I couldn't express myself (grammar wise) through writing, but like it's said "practice makes perfect." Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/645672093760224971-5328313694966240885?l=prisper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/feeds/5328313694966240885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=645672093760224971&amp;postID=5328313694966240885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/5328313694966240885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/645672093760224971/posts/default/5328313694966240885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prisper.blogspot.com/2008/01/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>Mrs. Concepcion</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02714397645482837989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_A4ISLVuqpZU/R9l5nRIW7RI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Sn5QN8pNSVw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
