<?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-370852664339873523</id><updated>2012-01-06T14:36:32.584-08:00</updated><category term='traveling'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='memories'/><category term='songs'/><category term='spiritual'/><category term='creencia'/><category term='news'/><category term='vacations'/><category term='outdoors'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='family'/><category term='religiòn'/><category term='Personal goals'/><category term='fè'/><category term='school'/><category term='amor'/><category term='faith'/><category term='love'/><category term='hope'/><category term='time'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Once upon a time: Little genious</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-4225645966902868214</id><published>2012-01-06T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T14:30:23.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day of the Three Kings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r5KPtVMpDTA/Twd19hYUFZI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/pJkvWywSKxU/s1600/kings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694649953626101138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r5KPtVMpDTA/Twd19hYUFZI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/pJkvWywSKxU/s400/kings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today January 6 is the last day of Christmas, and is also the Feast of Epihany which is the day of the Three Kings (or wise men/magi): Caspar, Melchior and Balthasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Countries like Spain or Mexico celebrate this Feast and in these Countries this is a holiday also.&lt;br /&gt;The history says that on this special night the Three Kings saw a bright star, on the night when Christ was born, they followed it to Belen and there they found "JESUS Child", Virgin Mary and Joseph and presented Him with gold, myrrh, and frankincense. These were the most expensive gifts to give just to Kings, not to a baby.&lt;br /&gt;These Three Kings were wise men, so as soon as they saw the bright star they knew that it meant that the King of the Jews, the One who would save the world had been born.&lt;br /&gt;So on this historical day, I wish you all "Happy Three Kings Feast"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-4225645966902868214?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/4225645966902868214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=4225645966902868214' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/4225645966902868214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/4225645966902868214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-of-three-kings.html' title='The Day of the Three Kings'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-r5KPtVMpDTA/Twd19hYUFZI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/pJkvWywSKxU/s72-c/kings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-4137775546135574105</id><published>2011-11-24T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T08:28:15.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving for everyone!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Liob__npFc/Ts5wjmFbrjI/AAAAAAAAA2E/y79XUt-lfe0/s1600/snoopy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678599936981839410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Liob__npFc/Ts5wjmFbrjI/AAAAAAAAA2E/y79XUt-lfe0/s400/snoopy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, today Thursday November 24th is the official day to celebrate "Thanksgiving". Remember everybody it is a time to spend with the loving company of family, friends, and loved ones. Enjoying a delicious dinner, yumi, yumi. In USA the dinner is usually a turkey and pumpkin pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me luckily, I really feel blessed to have the occasion to share this Thanksgiving dinner with my best friends..... we are going to Tapas &amp;amp; Cañas, can't wait to be there :) Thank you Patty for organizing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition, I am so thankful for all the good things I have been blessed with, so far this year it has been extraordinary!!!!, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so for everybody I wish you: "Happy Thanksgiving"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, much Love to everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-4137775546135574105?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/4137775546135574105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=4137775546135574105' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/4137775546135574105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/4137775546135574105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-thanksgiving-for-everyone.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving for everyone!!!'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Liob__npFc/Ts5wjmFbrjI/AAAAAAAAA2E/y79XUt-lfe0/s72-c/snoopy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-2647258757002943629</id><published>2011-11-10T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T06:30:58.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>May God Bless You!!!......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pjf5kClrw18/TrvgAasTWJI/AAAAAAAAA1s/beiusmoZnZA/s1600/Fotograf%25C3%25ADa%2B0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673374453373032594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pjf5kClrw18/TrvgAasTWJI/AAAAAAAAA1s/beiusmoZnZA/s400/Fotograf%25C3%25ADa%2B0079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do not know if it's a coincidence or what, but today I felt a strange feeling "nostalgia"... maybe it's the date, maybe it's somehow my wishes to go back in time... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wherever you are, whatever you are doing, .....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just wish to send you with the wind my best wishes for a very, very Happy Birthday!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May God bless you in many ways, and may God grant you the deepest wishes of your heart!!!Thank you Jesus for putting him into my way, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know he's one of a million,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and just to be close to him, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even for such a short time it was a big,big blessing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-2647258757002943629?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/2647258757002943629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=2647258757002943629' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/2647258757002943629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/2647258757002943629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2011/11/may-god-bless-you.html' title='May God Bless You!!!......'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pjf5kClrw18/TrvgAasTWJI/AAAAAAAAA1s/beiusmoZnZA/s72-c/Fotograf%25C3%25ADa%2B0079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-7454649227293872765</id><published>2011-11-06T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T14:15:22.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday MaJo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BzKS31ZIESU/TrcG8BInzhI/AAAAAAAAA1g/22YTMnjEW7s/s1600/1st-birthday.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BzKS31ZIESU/TrcG8BInzhI/AAAAAAAAA1g/22YTMnjEW7s/s400/1st-birthday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672009883862945298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Lots of love to Ma.Jo. On this special day&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;May these moments of smiles &amp;amp; joy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Grow year after year……&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Here is wishing your cutie little pretty One&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A very HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Las keyo muuxo…..!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm so proud of my "comadre" who so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;has been a great-great Mommy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/370852664339873523-7454649227293872765?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/7454649227293872765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=7454649227293872765' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/7454649227293872765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/7454649227293872765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-1st-birthday-majo.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday MaJo!!!'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BzKS31ZIESU/TrcG8BInzhI/AAAAAAAAA1g/22YTMnjEW7s/s72-c/1st-birthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-5706340984584500086</id><published>2011-10-24T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T14:57:47.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Powerful Hand is always taking care of us!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AeZjSgpzEt0/TqXfIU36MqI/AAAAAAAAA1U/fxWo5ys-QZ8/s1600/DSC03332.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667181040250794658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AeZjSgpzEt0/TqXfIU36MqI/AAAAAAAAA1U/fxWo5ys-QZ8/s400/DSC03332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Definitely: Your powerful Hand is always taking care of us!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Some days ago, as usual I was getting ready to go to work. I am always the last person to leave home, because my work is closer than my brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everybody had already left, only Mom was there, finishing to dress up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that day, I got into my car, pulled my car aside, and went to my house' front gate to close it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pulled the front gate, suddenly it unlocked on one side, but the other was still in its place,&lt;br /&gt;I started yelling "mom", "mom"!!! it is amazing how when we are in trouble, the person who one always call is the&lt;br /&gt;person we love the most... then mom showed up and I told her what was happening, she told me:&lt;br /&gt;try to pull it and put it in place.... I really tried with a lot of strength.... and the gate just broke....&lt;br /&gt;and it was so heavy that I could not lift it, not a single inch..... and the worst thing was that my foot was crushed by the door....&lt;br /&gt;I tried to pull it back but the gate was so heavy that it stayed there, it did not move.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks God and his mercy, that day I decided to wear my black boots, that those shoes saved my foot from being crushed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Jesus!!! You always send angels to take care of all of us..... sometimes we are too busy and do not pay attention&lt;br /&gt;to them, but they are really with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-5706340984584500086?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/5706340984584500086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=5706340984584500086' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/5706340984584500086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/5706340984584500086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2011/10/your-powerful-hand-is-always-taking.html' title='Your Powerful Hand is always taking care of us!!!'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AeZjSgpzEt0/TqXfIU36MqI/AAAAAAAAA1U/fxWo5ys-QZ8/s72-c/DSC03332.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-9043799807158939566</id><published>2011-04-08T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T13:44:36.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Juan Pablo II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wU_rTrqg0iM/TZ9zdxRk_nI/AAAAAAAAAk8/99fXhmuuet8/s1600/juan%2Bpablo%2Bii.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593316217497910898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wU_rTrqg0iM/TZ9zdxRk_nI/AAAAAAAAAk8/99fXhmuuet8/s400/juan%2Bpablo%2Bii.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Hoy sentí una sensación extraño de escribir algo, lo que fuera en mi "blog".... se me vino una idea: escribir sobre una persona que admirara muuuucho!!! Y justo apareció en mi mente "Juan Pablo II". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Juan Pablo II, para mí un hombre inolvidable que jugó un papel importante en la historia de la humanidad, fue un "instrumento humano y divino" que Dios utilizó para lograr un cambio radical en el mundo, un cambio que era necesario en ese entonces. El sufrió las consecuencias de la segunda guerra mundial, vivió en el comunismo, estudió para ser Sacerdote de noche, luego de trabajar todo el día en una cantera.... lo que significa que Dios lo fue preparando desde un inicio, no para las cosas fáciles, sino para lograr lo "difícil", lo que a veces parece inalcanzable a simple vista, pero que con la ayuda divina, con esa guía maestra que es el "espíritu santo" se puede lograr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Yo lo ví en 4 ocasiones: 2 pasando en el Papa Móvil cuando visitó Guatemala, y otras 2 en el Vaticano cuando tuve la oportunidad de estar en la Basílica de San Pedro con mi amiga Patty. Qué les puedo decir??? la espiritualidad de este hombre era tan alta, que cuando uno lo veía, parecía como que fuera alguien conocido, alguien a quien querías simplemente, yo en mi caso, lloré, no pude evitarlo, con el simple hecho de tenerlo en frente, sonriéndome, y bendiciéndome con su mano, lágrimas brotaron de mis ojos!!! En ese entonces, creí que sólo a mí me había pasado, así que decidí no compartirlo con nadie, pero recientemente lo comenté con dos amigas, y el resultado fue el mismo, al ver pasar a Juan Pablo II, inmediatamente sus ojos se llenaron de lágrimas. Y todas coincidimos que había un "algo", esas cosas que no se pueden explicar pero que pasan.... definitivamente es el Poder del Espíritu Santo, si uno lo deja entrar a su vida, pasan este tipo de cosas... y las personas a nuestro alrededor lo perciben. Y ahora en pocos días será su "beatificación", el 1 de mayo!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Gracias a Dios por tan lindo reconocimiento a este gran hombre, indudablemente se lo ganó con mucho esfuerzo, con toda una vida de entrega a todos nosotros, es más que merecida!!! Entre sus frases célebres están (hay muchas, pero estas son las que más me gustan):1. Amar a Dios sobre todas las cosas!!!!, es además el secreto para conseguir la felicidad aún ya en esta vida.2. Solamente lo que es construido sobre Dios, es duradero.3. Me voy pero no me voy, me ausento, pero me quedo, de corazón estaré siempre con ustedes. Y así hay muchas más, pero están son las que más me gustan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"&gt;Gracias Dios Mío, porque siempre te has valido de instrumentos humanos para llegar a los corazones necesitados de tu palabra y así hacer cumplir tu santa voluntad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-9043799807158939566?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/9043799807158939566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=9043799807158939566' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/9043799807158939566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/9043799807158939566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2011/04/juan-pablo-ii.html' title='Juan Pablo II'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wU_rTrqg0iM/TZ9zdxRk_nI/AAAAAAAAAk8/99fXhmuuet8/s72-c/juan%2Bpablo%2Bii.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-1668884370530531569</id><published>2011-04-03T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T11:15:09.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Lucas, Mèdico de Cuerpos y Almas, y su encuentro con Jesùs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOoLeRnNxzc/TZi48A52meI/AAAAAAAAAkw/3gA9KcQbCSQ/s1600/san_lucas.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591422278554786274" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOoLeRnNxzc/TZi48A52meI/AAAAAAAAAkw/3gA9KcQbCSQ/s400/san_lucas.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesùs se presentò ante San Lucas el dìa menos esperado para el Mèdico de Cuerpo y Almas: cuenta la historia que un joven muchacho alto y muy hermoso, vestido con ropa ruda de gente común, llegó al palacio, iba descalzo, su blanca piel esta ...ba tostada por el sol, y unos rubios rizos caian sobre sus hombros. Sus ojos eran tan azules como los cielos del verano y poseìa un aire majestuoso y comedido. Sonriò con los Doctores del Templo, le preguntaron “Niño què haces aquí?”, respondió con una sonrisa y dijo “He venido a preguntaros y a contestaros, señor”. Tenìa un aire de rey, aquel joven campesino de Galilea, con sus manos gastadas por el trabajo, sus pies desnudos y su elevada cabeza. Nos sorprendimos por sus preguntas y sus respuestas, hablaba como quien tiene autoridada y con un profundo conocimiento. Le preguntamos las cosas màs difíciles y respondió con sencillez. Era como si la luz penetrase en una oscura habitación llena de libros polvorientos. San Lucas le preguntò “muchacho quien es tu maestro?”, èl me respondió con una sonrisa como el sol. Justo ahì se abrió la cortina y apareció: La Virgen Marìa y San Josè…. Sì les hablo del quinto misterio Gozoso: Jesùs se pierde y es hallado entre los Doctores del Templo!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jeshua, Lamb of God, es mi deseo desde lo màs profundo de mi corazòn, que un dìa te presentes en mi vida, el dìa menos esperado asì como lo hiciste con San Lucas, pero que seguramente serìa el dìa màs feliz y lindo de mi vida!!! LOVE YOU WITH ALL THAT I AM!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-1668884370530531569?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/1668884370530531569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=1668884370530531569' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/1668884370530531569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/1668884370530531569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2011/04/san-lucas-medico-de-cuerpos-y-almas-y.html' title='San Lucas, Mèdico de Cuerpos y Almas, y su encuentro con Jesùs'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOoLeRnNxzc/TZi48A52meI/AAAAAAAAAkw/3gA9KcQbCSQ/s72-c/san_lucas.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-1127897562851483966</id><published>2011-02-15T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T11:58:26.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Julys &amp; the frog :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BxdioYGEq6o/TVra2Zj45SI/AAAAAAAAAjU/_ohS45kA98o/s1600/Julis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574008116933616930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BxdioYGEq6o/TVra2Zj45SI/AAAAAAAAAjU/_ohS45kA98o/s400/Julis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me he pasado la vida besando a sapos con corona.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prometían ser príncipes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pero solo eran SAPOS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Así que ahora...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se buscan PRINCIPES que quieran ser sapos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;¿tendré más suerte?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-1127897562851483966?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/1127897562851483966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=1127897562851483966' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/1127897562851483966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/1127897562851483966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2011/02/julys-frog.html' title='Julys &amp; the frog :)'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BxdioYGEq6o/TVra2Zj45SI/AAAAAAAAAjU/_ohS45kA98o/s72-c/Julis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-1625757556233592486</id><published>2011-02-10T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T08:19:59.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Arbol y yo.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-29PagpwVxrs/TVQQKpRZQKI/AAAAAAAAAjM/JcAbl5hPRGY/s1600/arbol1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572096414027694242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-29PagpwVxrs/TVQQKpRZQKI/AAAAAAAAAjM/JcAbl5hPRGY/s400/arbol1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mi árbol y YO, ah.... y el grupo de las Patty's!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hay un árbol en el Colegio Santa Teresita, Zona 11, no es un árbol cualquiera, tenía ramas en la posición exacta para que las niñas pudiéramos treparlo. Aquí solíamos hacer malabares, refaccionar, tertuliar, caernos, resguardarnos del sol y sobre todo coquetiar a los chicos de la casa del frente. Bajo sus ramas se dejaron caer muchos sueños y una brisa agradable: era tan feliz soñando y planificando los viajes que realizaría por el mundo con mi amiga Patty. Su espesor verde detenía el tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;No sé si aún existirá, pues jamás regresé al Colegio de mi niñez y adolescencia. Para mi nunca fue un árbol cualquiera, tenía algo especial en él que atraía a todas las niñas del colegio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creo que todas las personas siempre tendremos un árbol al que regresar para comprobar que la felicidad existe, y se mece en unas ramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;En conclusión, si los árboles hablaran...., cuántas historias nos contarían???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La mía, una parte de mi "historia" quedó flotando entre sus hojas verdes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-1625757556233592486?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/1625757556233592486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=1625757556233592486' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/1625757556233592486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/1625757556233592486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2011/02/mi-arbol-y-yo.html' title='Mi Arbol y yo.....'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-29PagpwVxrs/TVQQKpRZQKI/AAAAAAAAAjM/JcAbl5hPRGY/s72-c/arbol1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-8254668015960005064</id><published>2010-11-30T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T18:46:49.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a sign... a little miracle!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Thank You God!!! Thank You from the bottom of my heart, and with all that I am!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was so uncertain, but that small sign was all I needed to get on the right track again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;You showed me your Beautiful and Holy Presence in my dreams, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;just today those words are more than real....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Love You Love You Love You Jesus!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Yours forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Julita&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/370852664339873523-8254668015960005064?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/8254668015960005064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=8254668015960005064' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/8254668015960005064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/8254668015960005064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2010/11/only-sign-little-miracle.html' title='Only a sign... a little miracle!!!'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-5597221811503812231</id><published>2010-11-21T18:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T18:45:33.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A un dìa de my bday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Escrito el 19 de nov.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A un día de mi cumpleaños No...... %$%##")(/(/&amp;amp;&amp;amp;&amp;amp;ja ja ja, antes era tan fácil decir mi edad....ahora me cuesta creer que tengo "tantos años atras",y "muchos más que vendrán"....La verdad estoy más que agradecida con la vida,con Dios por su divina misericordia y presencia en mi vida,desde ayer estoy recibiendo muestras de cariño por micumpleaños, fue una sorpresa muy agradable saber quealguien que vive tan lejos, muchas millas de distancia,piensa en mí, y me escribió un mensaje desde tempranahoras de la mañana. Más aún otro regalo especial, fue el mensaje tan lindoque me dio el Padre de mi colonia, cuando pidió por misalud y muchas bendiciones en mi vida durante la misa....Y hoy no puedo quejarme:  mis compañeros de trabajo,se han encargado de hacerte sentir "especial", me llenaronde cariño y regalos! Y ni hablar de la primera tarjeta querecibí de mi querido e inigualable cuñadito...  Y eso que ni aún ha llegado el mero día, así que si esta esla antesala, no me queda más que decirle a mi DiosTodoPoderoso:  I'm so sooo grateful!!!! Love You, Love You, Love You!!!  &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/370852664339873523-5597221811503812231?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/5597221811503812231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=5597221811503812231' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/5597221811503812231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/5597221811503812231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2010/11/un-dia-de-my-bday.html' title='A un dìa de my bday....'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-6378125785173874216</id><published>2010-08-24T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T10:07:00.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>More than 13 thousand days.... I've lived so far!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/THP7-UzYfKI/AAAAAAAAAig/eihShgm5wGQ/s1600/DSC01141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509023817358933154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/THP7-UzYfKI/AAAAAAAAAig/eihShgm5wGQ/s400/DSC01141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Recently I've been thinking that so far I've lived more than 13 thousand days... and sometimes it feels like a whole life, and sometimes I feel all this time is gone in the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is left are memories, I am able to remind some of them, like the following:&lt;br /&gt;- my first day at Santa Teresita, my lifetime school;&lt;br /&gt;- the day I learned to ride a bicycle;&lt;br /&gt;- the days my mom used to put me on her feet and take me flying like a plane;&lt;br /&gt;- the days I used to eat my "pan con frijoles";&lt;br /&gt;- the day I did my "primera comunión";&lt;br /&gt;- los "Chicos" concerts I attended, and I screamed so loudly;&lt;br /&gt;- the breaks at school in which I used to climb my favorite tree with my best friends: Patty G, Patty E, Yoly, Ingrid and Heady;&lt;br /&gt;- the fairy tales my brother used to tell me just before bedtime;&lt;br /&gt;- the day my dear aunt Toyta taught me to dream awake, and be able to fly away from wherever I am;&lt;br /&gt;- the day I felt so lonely when dad left home;&lt;br /&gt;- the day I felt so happy and blissful, when I realized that smokes boy loved me...;&lt;br /&gt;- the days I used to laugh so much with Paul Jones;&lt;br /&gt;- the days I saw so many miracles happen in my life;&lt;br /&gt;- the song I dedicated to you...;&lt;br /&gt;- my first kiss...., and almost my first time.... jijijijij;&lt;br /&gt;- the day I saw God's smile in your eyes;&lt;br /&gt;- the days I fell in love, over and over again.... would it happen one more time I wonder?&lt;br /&gt;- the day I dreamed with you without even meeting you;&lt;br /&gt;- the day I learned from my boss that I have to be more "cabrona" than pretty...- the day I learned sirsasana and headstand;&lt;br /&gt;- the day I heard from your lips "I miss you", and it was true...&lt;br /&gt;- the day I graduated as a pharmacist;&lt;br /&gt;- the days I was so happy being a kid again in Disney;&lt;br /&gt;- the day I attended your graduation day, and you behaved like the gentleman hidden inside of you;&lt;br /&gt;- my first day of work at Menarini, where I met Cristy;&lt;br /&gt;- the day by chance I met a good, good friend at chat;&lt;br /&gt;- the day I had to step away of your life...;&lt;br /&gt;- the day I felt in heaven with his massages jijijiji;&lt;br /&gt;- the day I received the most beautiful flower from your hands;&lt;br /&gt;- the days at Yogi-house...;&lt;br /&gt;- the days I could enjoy an evening chatting with my mom and sister;&lt;br /&gt;- the days I hugged my nephews, and the hugged me back;&lt;br /&gt;- the days Jesus holds me so close to his heart, that He would never let go of me;&lt;br /&gt;- the days I can feel your love my holy mother, Virgin Maria (which is everyday);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am sure the best days are still to come..... !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours forever, Jesus!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-6378125785173874216?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/6378125785173874216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=6378125785173874216' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/6378125785173874216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/6378125785173874216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2010/08/more-than-13-thousand-days-ive-lived-so.html' title='More than 13 thousand days.... I&apos;ve lived so far!'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/THP7-UzYfKI/AAAAAAAAAig/eihShgm5wGQ/s72-c/DSC01141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-2570000931229447756</id><published>2010-06-12T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T18:45:15.046-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>VOLARE, CANTARE, OH OH OH</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/TBQ3bF5ulNI/AAAAAAAAAiY/1Jq4OBDx-_Q/s1600/DSC00013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482067584997037266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/TBQ3bF5ulNI/AAAAAAAAAiY/1Jq4OBDx-_Q/s400/DSC00013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta canción de los Gipsy Kings, me encanta, es una de mis preferidas....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aquí les comparto la bella letra:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pienso que un sueño parecido, no volverá jamás&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y me pintaba las manos y la cara de azul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y me improvisó el viento rápido me llevó&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y me hizo volar en el cielo infinito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Volare oh oh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cantare oh oh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nel Blu di pinto bi blu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felice di stare lassu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y volando, volando feliz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yo me encuentro más alto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Más alto que el sol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y mientras que el mundo se aleja despacio de mi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;una música dulce se ha tocado solo para mi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Volare oh oh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cantare oh oh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nel blu di pinto di blu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Felice di stare lassu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-2570000931229447756?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/2570000931229447756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=2570000931229447756' title='1 comentarios'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-712280357366732376</id><published>2010-06-07T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:17:20.909-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fè'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religiòn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='creencia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Sagrado Corazòn de Jesùs!!! MI AMADO !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/TA2n-vDcYmI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/eHso1p52nx8/s1600/sagrado-corazon-de-jesus1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480221017804399202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/TA2n-vDcYmI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/eHso1p52nx8/s400/sagrado-corazon-de-jesus1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;En el mes de junio se celebra la fiesta de mi Adorado SAGRADO CORAZÒN DE JESUS!!! Para mì personalmente es una imagen muy especial, màs que una amiga, es la personificaciòn de Jesùs, de Jesùs misericordioso, èl que hagamos lo que hagamos, nos portemos como nos portemos, siempre nos mirarà con ojos misericordiosos y con mucho AMOR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh mi buen Jesùs, escùchame, dentro de tus llagas escòndeme,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no permitas que jamàs me separe de TI!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta devociòn la aprendì desde muy pequeña, gracias a mi abuelita Mamà Amalia, quien me enseñò a rezarle y pedirle de corazòn todas mis intenciones! Hoy, puedo decir de todo corazòn, y en lo màs profundo de mi alma: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SAGRADO CORAZÒN DE JESUS EN VOS CONFIO"!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A continuaciòn una nota interesante que encontrè en internet:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La imagen del Sagrado Corazón de Jesús nos recuerda el núcleo central de nuestra fe: todo lo que Dios nos ama con su Corazón y todo lo que nosotros, por tanto, le debemos amar. Jesús tiene un Corazón que ama sin medida. Y tanto nos ama, que sufre cuando su inmenso amor no es correspondido. La Iglesia dedica todo el mes de junio al Sagrado Corazón de Jesús, con la finalidad de que los católicos lo veneremos, lo honremos y lo imitemos especialmente en estos 30 días.&lt;br /&gt;Esto significa que debemos vivir este mes demostrándole a Jesús con nuestras obras que lo amamos, que correspondemos al gran amor que Él nos tiene y que nos ha demostrado entregándose a la muerte por nosotros, quedándose en la Eucaristía y enseñándonos el camino a la vida eterna. Todos los días podemos acercarnos a Jesús o alejarnos de Él. De nosotros depende, ya que Él siempre nos está esperando y amando.Debemos vivir recordándolo y pensar cada vez que actuamos: ¿Qué haría Jesús en esta situación, qué le dictaría su Corazón? Y eso es lo que debemos hacer (ante un problema en la familia, en el trabajo, en nuestra comunidad, con nuestras amistades, etc.).&lt;br /&gt;Debemos, por tanto, pensar si las obras o acciones que vamos a hacer nos alejan o acercan a Dios. Tener en casa o en el trabajo una imagen del Sagrado Corazón de Jesús, nos ayuda a recordar su gran amor y a imitarlo en este mes de junio y durante todo el año.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-712280357366732376?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/712280357366732376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=712280357366732376' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/712280357366732376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/712280357366732376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2010/06/sagrado-corazon-de-jesus-mi-amado.html' title='Sagrado Corazòn de Jesùs!!! MI AMADO !!!!'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/TA2n-vDcYmI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/eHso1p52nx8/s72-c/sagrado-corazon-de-jesus1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-1354817518011765630</id><published>2010-03-09T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:55:14.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma's secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/S5cIa1ttk4I/AAAAAAAAAhM/t9ZfbT8BkFw/s1600-h/grandmalvstory.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446831531516334978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/S5cIa1ttk4I/AAAAAAAAAhM/t9ZfbT8BkFw/s400/grandmalvstory.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Curioseando en el cofre de recuerdos de la abuelita, donde guardaba sus más preciados recuerdos, miren lo que encontré... la foto de un chico militar con una letra muy linda, y un poema muy especial dedicado a mi abuelita.... que bonita esa época donde los hombres eran tan románticos, verdad???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A: Catalina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como recuerdo de mi amor eterno y verdadero.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si encuentras en tus retratos, mi retrato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;donde dejo temblando mi poesía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;recuérdate de mi tan solo un rato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o recuérdate tan solo de mi agonía;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mañana ya talvez la tumba fría&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me guarde en su seno negro y triste;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;entonces te ruego amada mía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que recuerdes del ser que ya no existe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tú bien sabes mi bien que los agrabios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;marchitaron la fe de todo un hombre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que no olvida los últimos resabios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y te juro or mi vida no te asombres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que las últimas palabras de mis labios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;será el dulce sonido de tu nombre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alfonso Vides y Menendez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/370852664339873523-1354817518011765630?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/1354817518011765630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=1354817518011765630' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/1354817518011765630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/1354817518011765630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2010/03/grandmas-secret.html' title='Grandma&apos;s secret'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/S5cIa1ttk4I/AAAAAAAAAhM/t9ZfbT8BkFw/s72-c/grandmalvstory.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-6085769928076005637</id><published>2010-02-21T16:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T17:25:14.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El Señor es mi Pastor Nada me Falta!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/S4Hc1iOftzI/AAAAAAAAAhE/GkiuUInFC-A/s1600-h/jesus_pastor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440872637119051570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/S4Hc1iOftzI/AAAAAAAAAhE/GkiuUInFC-A/s400/jesus_pastor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Salmo 23&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;El Señor es mi Pastor NADA me falta!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;En prados de hierba fresca me hace descansar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;me conduce junto a rios de agua fresca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y renueva mis fuerzas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me guìa por la senda del bien&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haciendo honor a su nombre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aunque vaya por valles tenebrosos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ningùn mal temerè porque tù estàs conmigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu vara y tu bastòn me dan seguridad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me preparas un banquete para envidia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de mis adversarios&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y mi copa està llena&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tu amor y tu bondad me acompañan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;todos los dìas de mi vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;y avitarè por siempre en la casa del&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Señor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asì Sea. Amèn.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-6085769928076005637?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/6085769928076005637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=6085769928076005637' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/6085769928076005637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/6085769928076005637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2010/02/el-senor-es-mi-pastor-nada-me-falta.html' title='El Señor es mi Pastor Nada me Falta!!!'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/S4Hc1iOftzI/AAAAAAAAAhE/GkiuUInFC-A/s72-c/jesus_pastor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-6407564163160993002</id><published>2010-02-09T13:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T13:34:11.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EL DULCE SABOR DE UNA MUJER EXQUISITA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/S3HUorMrvRI/AAAAAAAAAg8/l78IiGb2ipc/s1600-h/women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436360020468677906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/S3HUorMrvRI/AAAAAAAAAg8/l78IiGb2ipc/s400/women.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Si aún no ha pasado el bisturí por tu piel,&lt;br /&gt;si no tienes implantes de silicona en alguna parte de tu cuerpo,&lt;br /&gt;si los rollitos no te generan trauma,&lt;br /&gt;si nunca has sufrido de anorexia,&lt;br /&gt;si tu estatura no afecta tu desarrollo personal,&lt;br /&gt;si cuando vas a la playa prefieres divertirte en el mar y no estar sobre una toalla durante horas,&lt;br /&gt;si crees que la fidelidad sí es posible y la practicas,&lt;br /&gt;si sabes cómo se prepara un arroz,&lt;br /&gt;si puedes preparar un almuerzo completo con postre,&lt;br /&gt;si tu prioridad no es ser rubia a como de lugar,&lt;br /&gt;si no te levantas a las 4:00 a.m. para llegar primera al gimnasio,&lt;br /&gt;si puedes salir con ropa de gimnasia tranquila a la calle un domingo, sin una gota de maquillaje en el rostro...&lt;br /&gt;ESTÁS EN VÍA DE EXTINCIÓN... Eres una mujer exquisita! Una mujer exquisita no es aquella que más hombres tiene a sus pies;&lt;br /&gt;si no aquella que tiene uno solo que la hace realmente feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Una mujer hermosa no es la más joven, ni la más flaca, ni la que tiene el cutis más terso o el cabello más llamativo;&lt;br /&gt;es aquella que con tan sólo una franca y abierta sonrisa, con una simple caricia y un buen consejo puede alegrarte la vida. Una mujer valiosa no es aquella que tiene más títulos, ni más cargos académicos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una mujer exquisita no es la más ardiente (aunque si me preguntan a mí, todas las mujeres son muy ardientes... y los que estamos fuera de foco somos los hombres);&lt;br /&gt;sino la que vibra al hacer el amor solamente con el hombre que ama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una mujer interesante no es aquella que se siente halagada al ser admirada por su belleza y elegancia; es aquella mujer firme de carácter que puede decir NO.&lt;br /&gt;Y un HOMBRE... UN HOMBRE EXQUISITO es aquel que valora a una mujer así.&lt;br /&gt;Que se siente orgulloso de tenerla como compañera...&lt;br /&gt;Que sabe tocarla como un músico virtuosísimo toca su amado instrumento...&lt;br /&gt;Que lucha a su lado compartiendo todos sus roles, desde lavar platos y tender la ropa, hasta devolverle los masajes y cuidados que ella le prodigó antes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La verdad, compañeros hombres, es que las mujeres en eso de ser 'Muy machas' nos llevan gran recorrido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¡Qué tontos hemos sido -y somos- cuando valoramos el "regalo" solamente por la vistosidad de su empaque...!&lt;br /&gt;Tonto y mil veces tonto el hombre que come mierda en la calle, teniendo un exquisito manjar en casa.&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel García Márquez &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-6407564163160993002?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/6407564163160993002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=6407564163160993002' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/6407564163160993002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/6407564163160993002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2010/02/el-dulce-sabor-de-una-mujer-exquisita.html' title='EL DULCE SABOR DE UNA MUJER EXQUISITA'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/S3HUorMrvRI/AAAAAAAAAg8/l78IiGb2ipc/s72-c/women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-2541874900449719011</id><published>2010-01-25T14:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T14:51:48.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>El Rosario de la Madre Teresa de Calcuta y Jim!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/S14gYKN1pII/AAAAAAAAAf8/t0gPrvg2LW8/s1600-h/teresa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430813800086742146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 273px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/S14gYKN1pII/AAAAAAAAAf8/t0gPrvg2LW8/s400/teresa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos sabemos quien es la Madre Teresa, una santa que ha dejado huella en este mundo, ayudando a las personas más necesitadas en este mundo. Pero y quién es Jim? Jim es una persona que tuvo la gran bendición de sentarse al lado de la Madre Teresa en un avión. Mientras el avión despegaba Madre Teresa comenzó a rezar el rosario en voz baja, a pesar que Jim no se consideraba un catolico muy religioso, inexplicablemente se encontró unido en oración, cuando oraron la última oración, Madre Teresa se voltió hacia él, fue en este instante que Jim comprendió por primera vez el "aura" que tienen algunas personas. Mientras ella lo miraba, un sentir de paz lo envolvía; no podía verlo, pero lo podía sentir, ella le preguntó "joven, rezas el rosario"? no, en verdad no. Le tomó su mano mientras sus ojos estaban fijos en el, luego se sonrió, "bueno ahora sí lo rezarás", y le dejó caer su rosario sobre su mano.&lt;br /&gt;Nueve meses más tarde Jim y su esposa visitaron a Connie, una amiga, que tenía cáncer de ovario, Connie les dijo que no se daría por vencida, que iba luchar contra el cáncer. De pronto Jim buscó en su bolsillo y sacó el rosario de Madre Teresa y le dijo "mantenlo contigo Connie, puede ayudarte". Connie no era católica, pero acogió con toda aceptación las cuentas plásticas del rosario entre sus manos. Un año después, Jim volvió a ver a Connie, y cual fue su sorpresa, le entregó el rosario y le dijo lo he tenido conmigo todo el año, tuve cirugia y quimioterapia y los médicos hicieron una segunda cirugia, y el tumor ha desaparecido completamente! ahora es el momento de ´devolverte el rosario.&lt;br /&gt;Luego Liz, hermana de su esposa, entró en una depresión terrible a causa de un divorcio, le pidió prestado a Jim el rosario y Liz lo colgó en la cabecera de su cama, todas las noches lo sostenía "me sentía tan sola y temerosa, pero cuando sostenía el rosario, me sostenía una mano amorosa". Gradualmente Liz reconstruyó su vida y devolvió el rosario, "alguien más puede necesitarlo".&lt;br /&gt;En un hospital había una señora en estado de coma por mucho tiempo, su hija oyó del rosario de Madre Teresa, quería tomarlo prestado para llevarlo al hospital con su mamá en coma. El rosario la ayudó a morir en paz, pocos días después la mujer devolvió el rosario. Mientras sostenía el rosario en sus manos, de inmediato vimos su rostro relajarse, todas las líneas de su cara parecían suavizarse hasta verse en paz y más joven, breves minutos después ya había fallecido.&lt;br /&gt;Algunos se preguntarán, ¿A caso hay algún poder especial en el rosario de la Madre Teresa?. Es un rosario de plástico sin valor material. El poder está en la fe que comunican las personas santas. Nos ayudan a encontrarnos con Dios. En realidad Dios desea que todos seamos santos y pasemos por la vida inspirando esa misma fe. Jim solamente sabe que llegan peticiones inesperadas. El siempre pide, cuando presta el rosario: "cuando termines de necesitarlo, devuélvemelo, alguien mas puede necesitarlo."La propia vida de Jim ha cambiado, desde su inesperado encuentro en el avión. Pensando que la Madre Teresa lleva consigo todo cuanto posee en una bolsita pequeña, hizo un esfuerzo de simplificar su propia vida. Jim dice ahora, "trato de recordarme lo que en verdad es importante - no el dinero, ni títulos, ni posesiones, sino como amamos a los demás."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-2541874900449719011?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/2541874900449719011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=2541874900449719011' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/2541874900449719011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/2541874900449719011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2010/01/el-rosario-de-la-madre-teresa-de.html' title='El Rosario de la Madre Teresa de Calcuta y Jim!!'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/S14gYKN1pII/AAAAAAAAAf8/t0gPrvg2LW8/s72-c/teresa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-7345382066558549056</id><published>2010-01-17T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T16:37:48.619-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Un angel zapatero???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/S1OtI20eGuI/AAAAAAAAAf0/080DeHXEtlg/s1600-h/shoes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 372px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427872343577729762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/S1OtI20eGuI/AAAAAAAAAf0/080DeHXEtlg/s400/shoes.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Un ángel zapatero??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Esto fue hace muuuuchos años, yo estaba muy feliz, pq ese día me darían mi fecha de graduación. Salí bien temprano del trabajo para llegar en tiempo, sólo tenía 30 minutos para llegar a USAC antes de que cerrarán y se fueran de vacaciones. Yo estaba tan lejos... cerca del Cementerio Las Flores, en esa época no tenía carro :S así que me fui caminando rapidísimo, y cuando me faltaba una cuadra para llegar a la parada del bus, ZAZ!!! se rompió el tacón de mi zapato :( recuerdo que en ese instante, me puse muy triste y me dije "Diosito, ni modo, si esta es tu santísima voluntad, esperaré a graduarme al próximo semestre!!!" Cuando terminé de decir esta frase en mi mente, subo los ojos y volteo a ver al otro lado de la calle, y justo ahí estaba un "Zapatero", si mucho caminé 5 pasos, y en menos de 1 minuto mi zapato estaba como nuevo, y logré llegar a la USAC antes de que cerrarán y así graduarme un 25 de julio!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Lo curioso de todo esto, es que cuando caminaba nunca ví a nadie en la calle, pero de pronto el zapatero estaba ahi, justo cuando yo lo necesitaba. Aún hoy pienso que Diosito envió a un ángel a socorrerme.... y uds. qué creen???? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-7345382066558549056?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/7345382066558549056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=7345382066558549056' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/7345382066558549056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/7345382066558549056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2010/01/un-angel-zapatero.html' title='Un angel zapatero???'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/S1OtI20eGuI/AAAAAAAAAf0/080DeHXEtlg/s72-c/shoes.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-5734727971136893512</id><published>2010-01-14T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T14:35:28.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Necio corazón.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Un poema que encontré por ahí y me gustó.... sólo es eso un poema, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anoche le pregunte a mi corazón, Por qué eres un corazón necio?Por qué te empeñas en amarlo si no merece tu amor?Por qué siempre te enamoras de la persona equivocada?Por qué te entregas sin saber si eres correspondido?Por qué siempre das lo mejor de ti?&lt;br /&gt;También le recordé de todos aquellos buenos amigos que deseaban entregarme un amor incondicional…&lt;br /&gt;Pero como tú eres un corazón necio nunca correspondí a ninguno de ellos,Tal vez porque ya había entregado mi amor a ese hombre equivocado.&lt;br /&gt;En ese momento sentí que mi corazón contestaba todas mis preguntas y dudas...&lt;br /&gt;"En el corazón no se manda, soy un ser que solo siente, me entrego y me enamoro perdidamente, sin darme cuenta que no soy correspondido, ahorita siento partirme en mil pedazos del dolor tan grande que siento, Pero también soy fuerte y muy pronto lograremos olvidar a ese amor que no supo correspondernos, el tiempo es nuestro mejor aliado, el se encargara de que la herida sane muy pronto, Ese hombre que no correspondió aeste amor tan bello después se dará cuenta de lo que perdió, porque tú y yo lo amamos como nunca antes nadie lo amó...&lt;br /&gt;Nosotros con el paso del tiempo lograremos amar a alguien que en verdad merezca nuestro amor, pero a él nunca nadie lo amará como tú y yo lo hicimos..."&lt;br /&gt;...Entonces fui yo la que contesté a mi corazón: “Espero que el tiempo se apresure y pase muy rápido, porque este dolor que tú, mi pobre corazón, sientes… es muy grande…Me diste una muy buena explicación, pero aún no logro comprender,porque eres un corazón necio”.&lt;br /&gt;Autor desconocido&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/370852664339873523-5734727971136893512?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/5734727971136893512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=5734727971136893512' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/5734727971136893512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/5734727971136893512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2010/01/necio-corazon.html' title='Necio corazón.......'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-2671434435249037161</id><published>2010-01-03T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T18:09:33.741-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JESUS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/S0FNJ6MbPDI/AAAAAAAAAfs/OzkraxKTDxg/s1600-h/Velacion+domingo+25+feb+2007+13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422700258966322226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/S0FNJ6MbPDI/AAAAAAAAAfs/OzkraxKTDxg/s400/Velacion+domingo+25+feb+2007+13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El tiempo perdido hasta los santos lo lloran.... solía decir mi abuelita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y hoy cuando estamos comenzando un nuevo año, y leo en mi diario todo lo que hice el año que recién finalizó, me doy cuenta que logré muchas de mis metas, propósitos, ilusiones! gracias a Dios fue un muy buen año, lleno de alegrías, sueños, milagros, nuevos amigos, viajes re bonitos y en buena compañía!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero también me doy cuenta que fui una necia, al insistir en algo que desde un principio pintaba extraño, pero mi terquedad, el querer hacer las cosas como siempre quiero, me hicieron creer que aún existen los cuentos de hadas, donde la Princesa puede convertir a un sapo en un Príncipe.... por su puesto que el sapo síiii existió, pero el príncipe azul sólo existió en mis sueños....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uf, no sé, siento nostalgia por tanto tiempo y pensamientos invertidos en todo esto, pero le pido a Dios la fuerza necesaria para dejar todo esto en el 2009, para continuar "paaaa delante" de la mano de Jesús y mi divina Virgen María y comenzar de nuevo, desde cero.... cuesta, duele, pero ahí voy, esperando llegar a mi trabajo donde me esperan con los brazos abiertos todos mis amigos de hace 10 años.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;En fin, Gracias Dios Mío, gracias por todo lo bueno, lo malo, las alegrías, los recuerdos, las lágrimas, las sonrisas, la mano amiga, todo lo que me diste el año pasado y la certeza que lo mejor está aún por llegar a mi vida!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te amo Diosito lindo con toda mi alma, y todo mi corazón.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;En el 2010 Dios me entregó un libro nuevo, que es todo mío, para que escriba en él todo lo que quiera, y lo primero que voy a escribir es el nombre de JESUS, y le pido que no me deje escribir a mi sola, le pido a mi Jesusito lindo que siempre me lleve de la mano y del corazón.!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/370852664339873523-2671434435249037161?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/2671434435249037161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=2671434435249037161' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/2671434435249037161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/2671434435249037161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2010/01/jesus.html' title='JESUS!!!'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/S0FNJ6MbPDI/AAAAAAAAAfs/OzkraxKTDxg/s72-c/Velacion+domingo+25+feb+2007+13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-4032158465161942916</id><published>2009-11-25T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T15:10:59.337-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My grandmother's bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/Sw8KzEnE9RI/AAAAAAAAAc8/wVOfKEixnDw/s1600/grandma+Cata.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408553550022505746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 398px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/Sw8KzEnE9RI/AAAAAAAAAc8/wVOfKEixnDw/s400/grandma+Cata.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today November 25th, it would be my grandmother's birthday, I mean my mom's mother. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been if I had known her, but destiny took her away one year ahead of my birth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I beg Jesus to bless her, and I pray for her on this day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She was called "Catalina" because this is the name of this day's Saint.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I did not know her, but most people say I act like her, we are very alike, and I do like the things she used to do, I guess it's DNA, right???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And do you know something grandma Cata, I always wear your ring, the one with a purple stone, it´s a way to always be close to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy birthday Grandma Cata!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-4032158465161942916?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/4032158465161942916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=4032158465161942916' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/4032158465161942916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/4032158465161942916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-grandmothers-bday.html' title='My grandmother&apos;s bday'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/Sw8KzEnE9RI/AAAAAAAAAc8/wVOfKEixnDw/s72-c/grandma+Cata.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-3088324542481604696</id><published>2009-11-06T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T13:56:08.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November is such a beautiful month!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SvSa9OLaNaI/AAAAAAAAAc0/_qJO3G42vgU/s1600-h/DSC01191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401112229692716450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SvSa9OLaNaI/AAAAAAAAAc0/_qJO3G42vgU/s400/DSC01191.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wonder why I like so much November, I know there are plenty of reasons, which I would like to share with you: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1) Because the weather changes and it gets a little bit colder, which I like a lot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2) Because I am a step away of my vacations, yes!!!! :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3) Because I am usually planning a trip during December&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4) Because it is my bday and everybody calls me on that day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) so many celebrations for my bday: with my friends at work; with my family; with my friends, friends, etc.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) I receive presents, and I love to receive presents, even when now thanks God I have so many stuff like I never imagined I could have&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) The year is getting to an end, and it makes me feel like I did it!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So this year, I am living something really special, I am living a very good moment, I feel better than when I was younger, I really mean it! I can do things I could not do when I was younger, so I guess I am getting older with elegance and the good thing is that I am smarter and my faith is stronger! So I guess after all, I am a happier woman because deep inside I know that a better July is just coming out. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beautiful Jesus I love You with all my heart, Julita linda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-3088324542481604696?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/3088324542481604696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=3088324542481604696' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/3088324542481604696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/3088324542481604696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2009/11/november-is-such-beautiful-month.html' title='November is such a beautiful month!!!'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SvSa9OLaNaI/AAAAAAAAAc0/_qJO3G42vgU/s72-c/DSC01191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-5707084594921093247</id><published>2009-10-05T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T20:26:58.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi lindísima y amadísima Virgencita del Rosario</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/Ssq43BL0TRI/AAAAAAAAAcs/r305Li7LhGw/s1600-h/virgen+del+rosario+santo+domingo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389323159452536082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/Ssq43BL0TRI/AAAAAAAAAcs/r305Li7LhGw/s400/virgen+del+rosario+santo+domingo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This time I would like to write about a Guatemalan' tradition which was inculcated by my grandparents to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;I remember that when I was a little girl my grandparents used to take me every day to mass and church. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Even now, when I close my eyes, I am able to see that little girl with her red coat, going up and down of the sit's step. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;My grandparents used to live at 17 Street and 7th Avenue in Zone 1, so they could choose which church to go as there were too many there. On October, they usually went everyday to mass at Basilica de Santo Domingo, to visit my Divine Mother, Virgencita del Santo Rosario. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;So now that we are on October, it comes to my mind some great memories, walking next to Papio, and then going back to lunch where Toyta waited for us and gave such great delicious food. I can also remember the food I ate at the marketplace, like torrejas, buñuelos, elote loco, etc, MMMMM!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Every year since I was a lilttle girl, I have been visiting this awesome church on October, perhaps I did it more frequently as a child, now as an adult I just go once during this month, but I pray to my Divine Mother with so much faith as never before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, have mercy on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Inmaculate Heart of Mary, pray for us!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-5707084594921093247?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/5707084594921093247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=5707084594921093247' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/5707084594921093247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/5707084594921093247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2009/10/mi-lindisima-y-amadisima-virgencita-del.html' title='Mi lindísima y amadísima Virgencita del Rosario'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/Ssq43BL0TRI/AAAAAAAAAcs/r305Li7LhGw/s72-c/virgen+del+rosario+santo+domingo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-6272884770614963547</id><published>2009-09-24T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T19:40:30.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Castillos en el aire</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Oh, oh I realize I've been uninspired for some months.... so long I don't add anything to my blog... what a shame!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I am thinking that perhaps I like to build castles on the sky, it's just how I feel right now, I think I imagined something because maybe it was just a dream.  I guess it was just in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;So here, I would like to share the lyrics with you of this beautiful song of Alberto Cortez:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Quiso volar igual que las gaviotas,libre en el aire, por el aire librey los demás dijeron, ""¡pobre idiota,no sabe que volar es imposible!"".Mas él alzó sus sueños hacia el cieloy poco a poco, fue ganando altura y los demás, quedaron en el suelo guardando la cordura.Y construyó, castillos en airea pleno sol, con nubes de algodón,en un lugar, adonde nunca nadie pudo llegar usando la razón.Y construyó ventanas fabulosas,llenas de luz, de magia y de color y convocó al duende de las cosasque tiene mucho que ver con el amor.En los demás, al verlo tan dichoso,cundió la alarma, se dictaron normas,""No vaya a ser que fuera contagioso...""tratar de ser feliz de aquella forma.La conclusión, es clara y contundente,lo condenaron por su chifladuraa convivir de nuevo con la gente,vestido de cordura. Por construir castillos en el airea pleno sol, con nubes de algodónen un lugar, adonde nunca nadiepudo llegar usando la razón.Y por abrir ventanas fabulosas,llenas de luz, de magia y de color y convocar al duende de las cosas que tienen mucho que ver con el amor.Acaba aquí la historia del idiota que por el aire, como el aire libre,quiso volar igual que las gaviotas...,pero eso es imposible..., ¿o no?... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-6272884770614963547?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/6272884770614963547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=6272884770614963547' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/6272884770614963547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/6272884770614963547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2009/09/castillos-en-el-aire.html' title='Castillos en el aire'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-9104452191519025091</id><published>2009-07-28T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:06:06.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking back into time....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/Sm-7efytyrI/AAAAAAAAAb0/loE_pRlRlPI/s1600-h/DSC01527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363711813826235058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/Sm-7efytyrI/AAAAAAAAAb0/loE_pRlRlPI/s400/DSC01527.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking back into time.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I realize that there are some memories which will remain as long as I live in my mind. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This picture is one of them, it makes me remember how much my nephews love me and how much I love my nephews. It's the kind of love which no one can explain, it grows right in your heart. I will always picture them like this.... I know that they have grown up now, they are no longer the children they used to be... now they are teenagers, but for me they will always be "my little boys". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I will always remember when they used to go to the airport to pick me up and they would scream "Julita, Julita, Julita"!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your aunt "July" love you guys, no matter wh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;at!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-9104452191519025091?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/9104452191519025091/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=9104452191519025091' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/9104452191519025091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/9104452191519025091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2009/07/looking-back-into-time.html' title='Looking back into time....'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/Sm-7efytyrI/AAAAAAAAAb0/loE_pRlRlPI/s72-c/DSC01527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-8286900824578050563</id><published>2009-06-18T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T19:57:03.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacred Heart of Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/Sjr-OEdc1WI/AAAAAAAAAbU/p02cM3PiIDc/s1600-h/most+sacred+heart+of+jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 103px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348867025124775266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/Sjr-OEdc1WI/AAAAAAAAAbU/p02cM3PiIDc/s400/most+sacred+heart+of+jesus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Blessed be the Most Loving Heart and Sweet Name of Our Lord Jesus Christ and the most glorious Virgin Mary, His Mother, in eternity and forever. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;....Only the Heart of Christ who knows the depths of his Father's love could reveal to us the abyss of his mercy in so simple and beautiful a way ----From the Catechism. P:1439 From the depth of my nothingness, I prostrate myself before Thee, O Most Sacred, Divine and Adorable Heart of Jesus, to pay Thee all the homage of love, praise and adoration in my power.Amen. - - St. Margaret Mary Alacoque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The prayer of the Church venerates and honors the Heart of Jesus just as it invokes his most holy name. It adores the incarnate Word and his Heart which, out of love for men, he allowed to be pierced by our sins. Christian prayer loves to follow the way of the cross in the Savior's steps.-- From the Catechism. P: 2669&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Salutation to the Heart of Jesus and Mary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hail, Heart most holy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hail, Heart most meek,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hail, Heart most humble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hail, Heart most pure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hail, Heart most devout,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hail, Heart most wise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hail, Heart most patient,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hail, Heart most obedient,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hail, Heart most vigilent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hail, Heart most faithful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hail, Heart most blessed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hail, Heart most merciful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hail, most loving Heart of Jesus and Mary;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thee we adore,Thee we praise,Thee we glorify,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;To Thee do we give thanks;Thee we love,With all our heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;With all our soul,And with all our strength;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;To Thee we offer our heart,We give it,We consecrate it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;We immolate it;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Accept and posses it entirely,And purify it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;And illuminate it,And sanctify it;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;that in it Thou may live and reignboth now and forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;and in the ages of ages. Amen.--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;St. John Eudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;An Offering of the Hearts of Jesus and Mary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc0000;"&gt;O Jesus, only Son of God, only Son of Mary,I offer Thee the most loving Heart of Thy divine Mother which is more precious and pleasing to Thee than all hearts.O Mary, Mother of Jesus, I offer Thee the most adorable Heart of Thy well-beloved Son, who is the life and love and joy of Thy Heart.Blessed be the Most Loving Heartand Sweet Name of Our Lord Jesus Christand the most gloriousVirgin Mary, His Mother,in eternity and forever. Amen.---St. John EudesEfficacious Novena to the Sacred Heart of Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I. O my Jesus, you have said: "Truly I say to you, ask and you will receive, seek and you will find, knock and it will be opened to you." Behold I knock, I seek and ask for the grace of...... (here name your request)Our Father....Hail Mary....Glory Be to the Father....Sacred Heart of Jesus, I place all my trust in you.&lt;br /&gt;II. O my Jesus, you have said: "Truly I say to you, if you ask anything of the Father in my name, he will give it to you." Behold, in your name, I ask the Father for the grace of.......(here name your request) Our Father...Hail Mary....Glory Be To the Father....Sacred Heart of Jesus, I place all my trust in you.&lt;br /&gt;III. O my Jesus, you have said: "Truly I say to you, heaven and earth will pass away but my words will not pass away." Encouraged by your infallible words I now ask for the grace of.....(here name your request) Our Father....Hail Mary....Glory Be to the Father...Sacred Heart of Jesus, I place all my trust in you.&lt;br /&gt;O Sacred Heart of Jesus, for whom it is impossible not to have compassion on the afflicted, have pity on us miserable sinners and grant us the grace which we ask of you, through the Sorrowful and Immaculate Heart of Mary, your tender Mother and ours. Say the Hail, Holy Queen and add: St. Joseph, foster father of Jesus, pray for us. -- St. Margaret Mary AlacoquePrayer to the Wounded Heart of Jesus O my Most Loving and Gentle Jesus, I desire with all the affections of my heart, that all beings should praise Thee, honor Thee and glorify Thee eternally for that sacred wound wherewith Thy divine side was rent. I deposit, enclose, conceal in that wound and in that opening in Thy Heart, my heart and all my feelings, thoughts, desires, intentions and all the faculties of my soul. I entreat Thee, by the precious Blood and Water that flowed from Thy Most Loving Heart, to take entire possession of me, that Thou may guide me in all things. Consume me in the burning fire of thy holy Love, so that I may be so absorbed and transformed into Thee that I may no longer be but one with Thee. Amen. -- Lanspergius, the Carthusian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-8286900824578050563?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/8286900824578050563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=8286900824578050563' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/8286900824578050563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/8286900824578050563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2009/06/sacred-heart-of-jesus.html' title='Sacred Heart of Jesus'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/Sjr-OEdc1WI/AAAAAAAAAbU/p02cM3PiIDc/s72-c/most+sacred+heart+of+jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-792828668783780145</id><published>2009-06-13T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T17:01:55.356-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Como decirte que te amo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SjQ9Jr9KoTI/AAAAAAAAAbM/0mzMHQ4voA8/s1600-h/green-raindrops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 255px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346965894223012146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SjQ9Jr9KoTI/AAAAAAAAAbM/0mzMHQ4voA8/s400/green-raindrops.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Más poemas... no sé que me pasa, pero últimamente he estado inspirada, y este poema me gustó, así que quise compartirlo con ustedes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como Decirte que te amo&lt;br /&gt;como decirte que te siento&lt;br /&gt;tan lejos cuando llueve&lt;br /&gt;pareciera como si el cielo llorara&lt;br /&gt;conmigo...&lt;br /&gt;Como decirte que te amo&lt;br /&gt;Sin saber que decirte&lt;br /&gt;y mi silencio es tan largo&lt;br /&gt;como el tiempo ...cuando no se de ti&lt;br /&gt;Como decirte que tengo temor de decirtelo&lt;br /&gt;que te amo... como un loco...&lt;br /&gt;que nunca sabia que podia amar tanto&lt;br /&gt;es que me han dicho que es una locura&lt;br /&gt;amarte... como yo te amo...&lt;br /&gt;Como decirte que te amo en silencio&lt;br /&gt;si me tiemblan los labios&lt;br /&gt;al pronunciar tu nombre&lt;br /&gt;Como decirte que tengo miedo perderte&lt;br /&gt;Como decirte que te amo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bacilio Emmanuel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-792828668783780145?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/792828668783780145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=792828668783780145' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/792828668783780145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/792828668783780145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2009/06/como-decirte-que-te-amo.html' title='Como decirte que te amo?'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SjQ9Jr9KoTI/AAAAAAAAAbM/0mzMHQ4voA8/s72-c/green-raindrops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-1674928375028670954</id><published>2009-06-05T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T10:15:00.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como yo te amé....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SilR8qmJo7I/AAAAAAAAAbE/uqUWfmxVGTU/s1600-h/DSC01199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343892535520109490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SilR8qmJo7I/AAAAAAAAAbE/uqUWfmxVGTU/s400/DSC01199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sé porque, pero me dieron ganas de poner esta letra... será melancolía? a lo mejor, quien sabe.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;como yo te ame jamas te lo podras imaginar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pues fue una hermosa forma de sentir de vivir, de morir y a tu sombra seguir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asi yo te ame como yo te ame ni en sueños lo podras imaginar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pues todo el tiempo te pertenci ilusion no senti que no fuera por ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;asi es como te ame como yo te ame por poco o mucho tiempo que me quede por vivir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;es algo que jamas podre volver a repetir comprendo que fue una exageracion &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lo que yo te ame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como yo te ame no creo que algun dia me lo puedas entender &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tendrias que enamorarte como lo hice yo de ti para asi saber &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como yo te ame como yo te ame por poco o mucho tiempo que me quede por vivir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;es algo que jamas podre volver a repetir comprendo que fue una exageracion &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lo que yo te ame como yo te ame no creo que algun dia me lo quieras entender &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tendrias que enamorarte como lo hice yo de ti &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para asi saber cuanto yo te ame &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-1674928375028670954?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/1674928375028670954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=1674928375028670954' title='3 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/1674928375028670954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/1674928375028670954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2009/06/como-yo-te-ame.html' title='Como yo te amé....'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SilR8qmJo7I/AAAAAAAAAbE/uqUWfmxVGTU/s72-c/DSC01199.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-4696154983431056697</id><published>2009-05-16T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-16T10:47:45.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>La Niña de Guatemala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/Sg78JZbNmOI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Acxjdvs9qr0/s1600-h/ni%C3%B1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336479846854662370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/Sg78JZbNmOI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Acxjdvs9qr0/s400/ni%C3%B1a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Les comparto uno de mis poemas favoritos de José Martí, me hace recordar a alguien que hace mucho tiempo, me lo dedicó, sólo que al revés, decía que él moriría de amor.... recuerdo que todos los días me decía un poema distinto. Nunca le hice caso, más solo salí 2 veces con él, y aún hoy luego de tantos años, al menos una vez al año recibo una llamada suya.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La niña de Guatemala&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Quiero, a la sombra de un ala,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Contar este cuento en flor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;La niña de Guatemala, La que se murió de amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Eran de lirios los ramos,Y las orlas de resedaY de jazmín:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;la enterramosEn una caja de seda. ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ella dio al desmemoriado Una almohadilla de olor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;El volvió, volvió casado: Ella se murió de amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Iban cargándola en andas Obispos y embajadores:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Detrás iba el pueblo en tandas, Todo cargado de flores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ella, por volverlo a ver, Salió a verlo al mirador:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;El volvió con su mujer: Ella se murió de amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Como de bronce candente Al beso de despedida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Era su frente ¡la frente Que más he amado en mi vida! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;...Se entró de tarde en el río, La sacó muerta el doctor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Dicen que murió de frío: Yo sé que murió de amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Allí, en la bóveda helada, La pusieron en dos bancos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Besé su mano afilada, Besé sus zapatos blancos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Callado, al oscurecer, Me llamó el enterrador:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;¡Nunca más he vuelto a ver A la que murió de amor! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Poemas de José Martí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-4696154983431056697?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/4696154983431056697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=4696154983431056697' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/4696154983431056697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/4696154983431056697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-nina-de-guatemala.html' title='La Niña de Guatemala'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/Sg78JZbNmOI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Acxjdvs9qr0/s72-c/ni%C3%B1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-3455219300944719767</id><published>2009-05-13T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T20:52:42.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In my dreams!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SguVW18mZoI/AAAAAAAAAa0/nsjvlpwHV_A/s1600-h/DSC01147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335522403221399170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SguVW18mZoI/AAAAAAAAAa0/nsjvlpwHV_A/s400/DSC01147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SguVWo6P5VI/AAAAAAAAAas/A09FO4EfojI/s1600-h/dreams+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335522399721874770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 112px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SguVWo6P5VI/AAAAAAAAAas/A09FO4EfojI/s400/dreams+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my dreamsI can fly I can swim in the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And move like I'm dancing on the air &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;to the music everywhere &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you love me Yes, you love me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my dreams there's a place &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know somewhere far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can feel it when you're with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can taste it when you kiss me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because you love me Yes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;you love me but In my dreams &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/370852664339873523-3455219300944719767?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/3455219300944719767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=3455219300944719767' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/3455219300944719767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/3455219300944719767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-my-dreams.html' title='In my dreams!!!'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SguVW18mZoI/AAAAAAAAAa0/nsjvlpwHV_A/s72-c/DSC01147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-5340463375103117216</id><published>2009-05-05T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T19:34:25.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The month of May is named for and dedicated to Virgen Mary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SgD3ElHnf6I/AAAAAAAAAak/awnXcFzlcpc/s1600-h/MEDALLA+MILAGROSA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332533616862265250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 57px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SgD3ElHnf6I/AAAAAAAAAak/awnXcFzlcpc/s320/MEDALLA+MILAGROSA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SgD3EoepkiI/AAAAAAAAAac/JTX6MvnkiUs/s1600-h/GUADALUPE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332533617764176418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 79px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SgD3EoepkiI/AAAAAAAAAac/JTX6MvnkiUs/s320/GUADALUPE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;MY FAVORITE PRAYERS TO VIRGIN MARY, THE MOTHER OF GOD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLESSED BE YOUR PURITY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed be your purity,&lt;br /&gt;May it be blessed forever,&lt;br /&gt;For no less than God takes delight,&lt;br /&gt;In such exalted beauty.&lt;br /&gt;To you, heavenly Princess,&lt;br /&gt;Holy Virgin Mary,&lt;br /&gt;I offer on this day&lt;br /&gt;My whole heart, life and soul.&lt;br /&gt;Look upon me with compassion,Do not leave me, my Mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE MEMORARE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary, that never was it known that anyone who fled to your protection, implored your help or sought your intercession, was left unaided. Inspired by this confidence, I fly unto you, O Virgin of virgins, my Mother. To you I come, before you I stand, sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word incarnate, despise not my petitions, but, in your mercy, hear and answer me. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CONSECRATION TO THE BLESSED VIRGIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My Queen and my Mother, I give myself entirely to you and in proof of my affection, I give you my eyes, my ears, my tongue, my heart, my whole being without reserve. Since I am your own, keep me and guard me as your property and possession. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARY, MOTHER OF GRACE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary, Mother of grace, Mother of mercy, shield me from the enemy and receive me at the hour of my death. Amen.&lt;/span&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/370852664339873523-5340463375103117216?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/5340463375103117216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=5340463375103117216' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/5340463375103117216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/5340463375103117216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2009/05/month-of-may-is-named-for-and-dedicated.html' title='The month of May is named for and dedicated to Virgen Mary!'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SgD3ElHnf6I/AAAAAAAAAak/awnXcFzlcpc/s72-c/MEDALLA+MILAGROSA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-5416907697826945247</id><published>2009-04-26T19:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T19:14:30.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DREAMS</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DREAMS, THAT'S WHAT THEY ARE ONLY "DREAMS"&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/370852664339873523-5416907697826945247?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/5416907697826945247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=5416907697826945247' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/5416907697826945247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/5416907697826945247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2009/04/dreams.html' title='DREAMS'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-4505648239303951292</id><published>2009-04-22T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T20:28:11.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Serenity Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/Se_f_OlNiHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/9E7L_G342j0/s1600-h/DSC01171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327723161541511282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/Se_f_OlNiHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/9E7L_G342j0/s320/DSC01171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/Se_f-h_t3kI/AAAAAAAAAaM/-uDGaQ9BE5c/s1600-h/DSC01140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327723149573086786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/Se_f-h_t3kI/AAAAAAAAAaM/-uDGaQ9BE5c/s320/DSC01140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE SERENITY PRAYER&lt;br /&gt;God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can; and wisdom to know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;Living one day at a time; Enjoying one moment at a time; Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace; Taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is, not as I would have it; Trusting that He will make all things right if I surrender to His Will; That I may be reasonably happy in this life and supremely happy with Him Forever in the next. Amen. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/370852664339873523-4505648239303951292?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/4505648239303951292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=4505648239303951292' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/4505648239303951292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/4505648239303951292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2009/04/serenity-prayer.html' title='The Serenity Prayer'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/Se_f_OlNiHI/AAAAAAAAAaU/9E7L_G342j0/s72-c/DSC01171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-3349210446591630804</id><published>2009-04-21T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:43:59.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Love.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/Se6SWChvooI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Z2QuBwDgmZE/s1600-h/daddy%27s+little+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327356316559057538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/Se6SWChvooI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Z2QuBwDgmZE/s320/daddy%27s+little+girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It is usual for every girl to fall in love for the first time with her father. I remember that when I was a kid, I used to feel so safe and happy when I was with my Dad. Sometimes I wish I could go back to the time when I used to sit on my father's lap, I guess this moment will always be in my mind. And when I feel afraid or there is a situation which I don't know how to handle, I wish I could be "daddy's little girl" again. Even now I don't understand why he left us when I was just 9 years old, since that moment my family's life changed, I changed, my heart became untrusty to any person trying to get close to me so that I would not get hurt again... This was the first time I knew the meaning of the word "disappointment".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Although now I try to be a good daughter always giving him whatever he needs: medicine, doctors, food, etc. I know deep inside that I will never understand why some people act like that, and involuntarily hurt whom they love the most... The good thing is that throughout time I have realized God never let me alone, he gave me the best mother I could have, the bestest sister!, and great brothers, and He gave me the opportunity to reach all my goals, and most of my dreams have come true so far!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/370852664339873523-3349210446591630804?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/3349210446591630804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=3349210446591630804' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/3349210446591630804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/3349210446591630804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-first-love.html' title='My First Love.....'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/Se6SWChvooI/AAAAAAAAAaE/Z2QuBwDgmZE/s72-c/daddy%27s+little+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-2941063801266935364</id><published>2009-03-31T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T18:41:42.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracles do happen everyday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Sometimes we are so reluctant to notice that God is present in our lifes, that it is hard to listen to that internal voice who speaks through us, or advises us, I guess we should learn to trust that internal voice and recognize God's power in our lifes.  On Monday a little "miracle" happened in my life.  As usual, after work I was on my way to the gym, suddenly a little voice told me that I should go to Namaste Yoga Center instead.  As there was too much traffic, and it was getting late, I said "ok, let's go to Namaste instead".  I did my yoga class.  And when I was changing to go home, I realized that I forgot my tennis, which meant that if I would have gone, I couldn't have done any exercise without tennis at the gym!!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;So thank You so much God for your presence in my life. &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/370852664339873523-2941063801266935364?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/2941063801266935364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=2941063801266935364' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/2941063801266935364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/2941063801266935364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2009/03/miracles-do-happen-everyday.html' title='Miracles do happen everyday!'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-4846603033847377633</id><published>2009-03-04T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T17:51:41.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Algo de filosofía...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Algo de Paulo Coelho:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nasrudin conversaba con un amigo. -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entonces, ¿nunca pensaste en casarte? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Sí pensé -respondió Nasrudin. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-En mi juventud, resolví buscar a la mujer perfecta. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crucé el desierto, llegué a Damasco, y conocí una mujer muy espiritual &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y linda; pero ella no sabía nada de las cosas de este mundo. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Continué viajando, y fui a Isfahan; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;allí encontré una mujer que conocía el reino de la materia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y el del espíritu, pero no era bonita. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entonces resolví ir hasta El Cairo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;donde cené en la casa de una moza bonita, religiosa, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y conocedora de la realidad material. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-¿Y por qué no te casaste con ella? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-¡Ah, compañero mío! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lamentablemente ella también quería un hombre perfecto. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-4846603033847377633?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/4846603033847377633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=4846603033847377633' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/4846603033847377633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/4846603033847377633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2009/03/algo-de-filosofia.html' title='Algo de filosofía...'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-2459609806788279569</id><published>2009-02-27T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T19:45:37.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ceci:  A leaper???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SaizQJRQQUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/5ktJa_XxrDc/s1600-h/ceci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307689250803695938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SaizQJRQQUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/5ktJa_XxrDc/s320/ceci.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I guess you don't know what leaper is, right? Well, neither did I, ´til just a moment ago jijijiji &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Leaper is a person who is born on February 29th. This person might be called a "leaper" or a "leapling". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well, my friend Ceci, is a leaper, because as I said above, she was born on February 29th, this year her friends will celebrate her birthday on March 1st.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY Ceci!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And remember: And in the end it is not the years in your life that count, it is the life in your years. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/370852664339873523-2459609806788279569?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/2459609806788279569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=2459609806788279569' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/2459609806788279569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/2459609806788279569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2009/02/ceci-leaper.html' title='Ceci:  A leaper???'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SaizQJRQQUI/AAAAAAAAAZc/5ktJa_XxrDc/s72-c/ceci.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-7803271781029459792</id><published>2009-02-24T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:34:35.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ash Wednesday:  beginning of Lent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SaSR7FCw8qI/AAAAAAAAAZE/s1_GqaBcp9E/s1600-h/ash+wed2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306526705101370018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SaSR7FCw8qI/AAAAAAAAAZE/s1_GqaBcp9E/s320/ash+wed2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SaSR6059WwI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Y9jTdEbghdo/s1600-h/ash+wed1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306526700769467138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SaSR6059WwI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Y9jTdEbghdo/s320/ash+wed1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tomorrow is Ash Wednesday which is the first day of Lent and occurs forty-six days (forty days not counting Sundays) before Easter. It falls on a different date each year, because it is dependent on the date of Easter; it can occur as early as February 4 or as late as March 10.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ash Wednesday gets its name from the practice of placing ashes on the foreheads of the faithful as a sign of repentance. The ashes used are gathered after the Palm Crosses from the previous year's Palm Sunday (domingo de ramos) are burned. In the liturgical practice of some churches, the ashes are mixed with the Oil of the catecúmenos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This paste is used by the priest who presides at the service to make the sign of the cross, first upon his own forehead and then on each of those present who kneel before him at the altar rail. As he does so, he recites the words: "Remember (O man) that you are dust, and to dust you shall return."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank's God I've always attended mass on Ash Wednesday, every single year since I was born because my grand-parents used to be full Catholics. Tomorrow I hope to attend mass at first time in the morning before going to work.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/370852664339873523-7803271781029459792?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/7803271781029459792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=7803271781029459792' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/7803271781029459792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/7803271781029459792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2009/02/ash-wednesday-beginning-of-lent.html' title='Ash Wednesday:  beginning of Lent'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SaSR7FCw8qI/AAAAAAAAAZE/s1_GqaBcp9E/s72-c/ash+wed2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-768591260202896376</id><published>2009-02-24T16:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T16:17:38.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORCHIDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SaSN6xaO2bI/AAAAAAAAAY0/PGsbe-JI7BQ/s1600-h/orchids2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306522301784578482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SaSN6xaO2bI/AAAAAAAAAY0/PGsbe-JI7BQ/s320/orchids2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SaSN6fs_QNI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Qp9LW5uklJY/s1600-h/orchids1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306522297031409874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 103px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SaSN6fs_QNI/AAAAAAAAAYs/Qp9LW5uklJY/s320/orchids1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guatemala, the land of eternal spring, has approximately 1,000 species of orchids. Nearly everybody in Guatemala cultivate orchids in one way or another, either in the garden, at the weekend farm, as a decoration in the home or in a simple greenhouse. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember many years ago there were many orchids in my home's garden..... these are pictures of the orchids we used to have at home. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Guatemala is a colorful country in many ways and has enchanted millions of people, particularly the friends of nature. If you like orchids, let me tell you that there is going to be an "Orchid Show" (Salvemos nuestras orquideas) on Feb. 26 to March 1, Cerveceria Centroamericana (Brewery) Zona 2. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/370852664339873523-768591260202896376?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/768591260202896376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=768591260202896376' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/768591260202896376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/768591260202896376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2009/02/orchids.html' title='ORCHIDS'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SaSN6xaO2bI/AAAAAAAAAY0/PGsbe-JI7BQ/s72-c/orchids2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-6368500143039734664</id><published>2009-02-18T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:13:35.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>history of valentine's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SZy_zxROSAI/AAAAAAAAAYc/FXGqzkM3qqU/s1600-h/valentines-day-card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304325357255411714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SZy_zxROSAI/AAAAAAAAAYc/FXGqzkM3qqU/s320/valentines-day-card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have ever wondered where the sentence "From your Valentine" came from?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would like to share with you the history of Valentine's day which is celebrated worldwide.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every February 14th, across the country, candy, flowers, and gifts are exchanged between loved ones, all in the name of St. Valentine. But who is this mysterious saint and why do we celebrate this holiday? The history of Valentine's Day - and its patron saint - is shrouded in mystery. But we do know that February has long been a month of romance. St. Valentine's Day, as we know it today, contains vestiges of both Christian and ancient Roman tradition. So, who was Saint Valentine and how did he become associated with this ancient rite? Today, the Catholic Church recognizes at least three different saints named Valentine or Valentinus, all of whom were martyred.One legend contends that Valentine was a priest who served during the third century in Rome. When Emperor Claudius II decided that single men made better soldiers than those with wives and families, he outlawed marriage for young men - his crop of potential soldiers. Valentine, realizing the injustice of the decree, defied Claudius and continued to perform marriages for young lovers in secret. When Valentine's actions were discovered, Claudius ordered that he be put to death.Other stories suggest that Valentine may have been killed for attempting to help Christians escape harsh Roman prisons where they were often beaten and tortured.According to one legend, Valentine actually sent the first 'valentine' greeting himself. While in prison, it is believed that Valentine fell in love with a young girl - who may have been his jailor's daughter - who visited him during his confinement. Before his death, it is alleged that he wrote her a letter, which he signed 'From your Valentine,' an expression that is still in use today. Although the truth behind the Valentine legends is murky, the stories certainly emphasize his appeal as a sympathetic, heroic, and, most importantly, romantic figure. It's no surprise that by the Middle Ages, Valentine was one of the most popular saints in England and France.While some believe that Valentine's Day is celebrated in the middle of February to commemorate the anniversary of Valentine's death or burial - which probably occurred around 270 A.D - others claim that the Christian church may have decided to celebrate Valentine's feast day in the middle of February in an effort to 'christianize' celebrations of the pagan Lupercalia festival. In ancient Rome, February was the official beginning of spring and was considered a time for purification. Houses were ritually cleansed by sweeping them out and then sprinkling salt and a type of wheat called spelt throughout their interiors. Lupercalia, which began at the ides of February, February 15, was a fertility festival dedicated to Faunus, the Roman god of agriculture, as well as to the Roman founders Romulus and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Remus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-6368500143039734664?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/6368500143039734664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=6368500143039734664' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/6368500143039734664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/6368500143039734664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2009/02/history-of-valentines-day.html' title='history of valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SZy_zxROSAI/AAAAAAAAAYc/FXGqzkM3qqU/s72-c/valentines-day-card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-9217313762821807999</id><published>2009-02-09T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:02:05.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Principles and Values</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This year I am taking a course called "Ethics", I did not know what the topic of the course would be, I just figured it out that it would be about "Ethics" and being nice and polite with other people. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was surprised of what I learned.  I learned that there are principles / values  which are important in our daily life.  As a matter of fact, I have learned these values at home, at school, at my church; however, I was surprised that these same values / principles would be applied for scientific trials. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These are the minimum standards, that we must continously aspire to: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.  Respect:  The regard for or appreciation of the worth of value of someone or something.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.  Fairness:  All people should be treated equally.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.  Courage:  The act of doing what's right even when doing so is difficult.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.  Honesty:  Truthness, candor, honesty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.  Integrity:  Committed to a set of values.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.  Objectivity:  Treating or dealing with facts without distorsion by personal feelings or bias.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.  Competence:  it means that one has the experience, knowledge, ability and skills necessary to identify, analyze, and solve or recommend solutions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.  Duty:  Our primary duty will vary depending on the activity we are performing.  For instance, if we are an investigator, our primary duty will be to insure that our employer's activities are conducted in compliance with the laws and regulations of the authorities. &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/370852664339873523-9217313762821807999?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/9217313762821807999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=9217313762821807999' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/9217313762821807999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/9217313762821807999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2009/02/principles-and-values.html' title='Principles and Values'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-6468405067913614697</id><published>2009-02-03T17:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T17:40:42.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are some moments in life which are unforgettable, for example:  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-  our birthday, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-  birthdays of close family and friends,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-  graduation of college,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- achievement of a goal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-  our first kiss  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-  newborns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-  trips -  etc. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that in my mind I will always remember a precious moment which happened on a day like this, february 3rd, it was on Friday 1995.  Uuuuuuhhhhh, I know it has been a while since that day, but the curious stuff is that ever since, I have always remembered the anniversary of this day. I guess we always remember what made us felt like "the happiest and blessed woman on earth".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&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/370852664339873523-6468405067913614697?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/6468405067913614697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=6468405067913614697' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/6468405067913614697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/6468405067913614697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2009/02/precious-moments.html' title='Precious moments'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-3772599672097782501</id><published>2009-01-22T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T18:23:52.744-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal goals'/><title type='text'>Trying to find my way back to STUDY!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SXkp1JudKwI/AAAAAAAAAX8/bT5uiIIxVnE/s1600-h/glass.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294308830071302914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SXkp1JudKwI/AAAAAAAAAX8/bT5uiIIxVnE/s320/glass.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess this day would come, but I did not know it would show up so soon....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I really like what I am going to study "Certificate of Regulatory Affairs on Medical Devices".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This topic looks so interesting for me, because I know nothing on Medical Devices, and I know that someday this certificate might help me get a job, perhaps in Guatemala, or USA, or Canada, I don't know....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I know is that I needed to challenge myself, I know I was a good student, but suddenly I stopped studying, and all MBAs or master degrees looked so far away because I did not like them at all. So here I am trying to find my way back to study again, and if I can make it, next year I will be showing you my "Certificate of Regulatory Affairs", which is the field I have been working for the last 9 years.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank you so much GOD for letting me make my dreams come true!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/370852664339873523-3772599672097782501?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/3772599672097782501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=3772599672097782501' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/3772599672097782501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/3772599672097782501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2009/01/trying-to-find-my-way-back-to-study.html' title='Trying to find my way back to STUDY!!!'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SXkp1JudKwI/AAAAAAAAAX8/bT5uiIIxVnE/s72-c/glass.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-7510062042616531694</id><published>2009-01-15T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:56:01.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia del Señor de Esquipulas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SW_ZjjuQ8yI/AAAAAAAAAPk/DxHRvdIV6CY/s1600-h/DSC00627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291687292091560738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SW_ZjjuQ8yI/AAAAAAAAAPk/DxHRvdIV6CY/s320/DSC00627.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SW_ZjBv10rI/AAAAAAAAAPc/iOZQ8_8L27s/s1600-h/DSC00642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291687282971366066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SW_ZjBv10rI/AAAAAAAAAPc/iOZQ8_8L27s/s320/DSC00642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoy 15 de enero se celebra en Guatemala la fiesta de nuestro Cristo Negro de Esquipulas, el Papa Benedicto XVI concedió indulgencias a quien visite la Basílica en Esquipulas durante todo el año, así que tendremos que ir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta es la letra del poema hecho canción, que hemos cantado cuando entramos al templo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He venido de tierras lejanas a adorar al señor de Esquipulas Cuando escucho sonar las campanas De su templo, que son tan rechulas,Toda mi alma se llena de gozoy con fe me arrodillo a rezar…¡Padre nuestro, que estás en los cielos un rosario te vengo a cantar,milagroso señor de Esquipulas toda mi alma te vengo a entregar. Nunca olvides mi patria y mis padres, No abandones mis hijos señor…Milagroso señor de Esquipulas, Por doquiera regá bendición. Toma en cuenta que traigo de lejos Mis plegarias con todo fervor…Milagroso señor de Esquipulas por doquiera regá bendición. Desde Honduras y de Nicaragua Viene gente cruzando caminos, Son muchísimos los peregrinos Que visitan el templo sagrado. Mexicanos que vienen cantando Como vienen los salvadoreños Y al repique de alegres campanas Todo el mundo comienza a rezar. ¡Padre nuestro, que estás en los cielos un rosario te vengo a cantar, milagroso señor de Esquipulastoda mi alma te vengo a entregar.&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/370852664339873523-7510062042616531694?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/7510062042616531694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=7510062042616531694' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/7510062042616531694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/7510062042616531694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2009/01/dia-del-seor-de-esquipulas.html' title='Dia del Señor de Esquipulas'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SW_ZjjuQ8yI/AAAAAAAAAPk/DxHRvdIV6CY/s72-c/DSC00627.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-5183058021400942844</id><published>2009-01-07T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T19:10:33.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolutions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SWVumQSow4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/rAaVScZerqE/s1600-h/_45338227_hongkong_ap466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288754940903736194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SWVumQSow4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/rAaVScZerqE/s200/_45338227_hongkong_ap466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SWVumH9NTfI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8pFLrl_DkT4/s1600-h/_45338218_sydney_afp466.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288754938666372594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SWVumH9NTfI/AAAAAAAAAPM/8pFLrl_DkT4/s200/_45338218_sydney_afp466.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;New Year's Day. now is the accepted time to make your regular annual good resolutions. Next week you can begin paving hell with them as usual :)&lt;br /&gt;This year is just beginning and I am wondering what my new years resolutions would be...Everyone has different resolutions, Some people are planning to lose weight and begin eating healthier,Some other are planning to study at College or a MBA.... etc. etc. I don't know yet what I will do during this year, all I know is that to start the best way possible, I just need to leave my destiny in God's hands, I trust He will do all the rest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A fact: Now there are more overweight people in America than average-weight people. So overweight people are now average. which means, you have met your New Year's resolution ja ja ja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/370852664339873523-5183058021400942844?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/5183058021400942844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=5183058021400942844' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/5183058021400942844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/5183058021400942844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Years Resolutions'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SWVumQSow4I/AAAAAAAAAPU/rAaVScZerqE/s72-c/_45338227_hongkong_ap466.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-5293317779720993443</id><published>2008-12-29T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:01:35.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye "2008"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SVmaaHGx9uI/AAAAAAAAAOs/q1yrllFFSOQ/s1600-h/Collage+2008+memories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285425411070752482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SVmaaHGx9uI/AAAAAAAAAOs/q1yrllFFSOQ/s400/Collage+2008+memories.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The year "2008" is just a few days to go away forever....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;All I can think is in those people I will never see again, this year God took with him three people I knew very well: Mike, Mynor, and Mina, may you all be in God's presence and heaven!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I have so many things to give thanks to God, specially for my friends: Paty, Ceci, Cristy, and Hyun, who have always been with me throughout this year. I also give thanks for the trip I made on October, I had such a great host like the Clemmer family, they took care of me, and showed me around Georgia, without any expectations!  Furthermore, I had so much fun at Miami with my friend, Vivi, she was very nice with me too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Thanks Jesus for my job, for my good health, for my family, for the dreams which I hope some day will be true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So many memories..... I will never forget. These are some of them :) Enjoy!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/370852664339873523-5293317779720993443?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/5293317779720993443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=5293317779720993443' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/5293317779720993443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/5293317779720993443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-bye-2008.html' title='Good Bye &quot;2008&quot;'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SVmaaHGx9uI/AAAAAAAAAOs/q1yrllFFSOQ/s72-c/Collage+2008+memories.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-4284839481484050079</id><published>2008-12-23T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T14:20:48.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the title of my favorite Xmas carol.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I wish you a Merry Christmas to all of you, and much joy in the new year "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The lyrics of my favorite carol (if you would like to listen to this song, I could send it to you by email, I couldn't find how to put it here):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ev'rywhere you go; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take a look in the five and ten glistening once again &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With candy canes and silver lanes aglow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toys in ev'ry store &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But the prettiest sight to see is the holly &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that will be On your own front door. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A pair of hopalong boots and a pistol that shoots &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is the wish of Barney and Ben; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dolls that will talk and will go for a walk &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is the hope of Janice and Jen; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Mom and Dad can hardly wait for school to start again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Ev'rywhere you go; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a tree in the Grand Hotel, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one in the park as well, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The sturdy kind that doesn't mind the snow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soon the bells will start, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And the thing that will make them ring is the carol &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that you sing Right within your heart &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/370852664339873523-4284839481484050079?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/4284839481484050079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=4284839481484050079' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/4284839481484050079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/4284839481484050079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas....'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-2761678276260630556</id><published>2008-12-15T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T18:04:14.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 12th:  Virgen de Guadalupe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SUcMTduaFpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/6MOFizyQn6s/s1600-h/virgen+de+guadalupe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280202616651519634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SUcMTduaFpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/6MOFizyQn6s/s400/virgen+de+guadalupe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 1531 a "Lady from Heaven" appeared to a humble Native American at Tepeyac, a hill northwest of what is now Mexico City. She identified herself as the ever virgin Holy Mary, Mother of the True God for whom we live, of the Creator of all things, Lord of heaven and the earth. She made a request for a church to be built on the site, and submitted her wish to the local Bishop. When the Bishop hesitated, and requested her for a sign, the Mother of God obeyed without delay or question to the Church's local Bishop, and sent her native messenger to the top of the hill in mid-December to gather an assorment of roses for the Bishop. After complying to the Bishop's request for a sign, She also left for us an image of herself imprinted miraculously on the native's tilma, a poor quality cactus-cloth, which should have deteriorated in 20 years but shows no sign of decay 476 years later and still defies all scientific explanations of its origin.It apparently even reflects in Her eyes what was in front of her in 1531.Her message of love and compassion, and her universal promise of help and protection to all mankind, as well as the story of the apparitions, are described in the "Nican Mopohua", a 16th century document written in the native Nahuatl language.There is reason to believe that at Tepeyac Mary came in her glorified body, and her actual physical hands rearranged the roses in Juan Diego's tilma, which makes this apparition very special.An incredible list of miracles, cures and interventions are attributed to Her. Yearly, between 18 - 20 million pilgrims visit the Basilica, making it Christianity's most visited sanctuary. The Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe is celebrated on December 12th. In 1999, Pope John Paul II, in his homily from the Solemn Mass at the Basilica of Our Lady of Guadalupe, during his third visit to the sanctuary, declared the date of December the 12th as a Liturgical Holy Day for the whole continent. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-2761678276260630556?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/2761678276260630556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=2761678276260630556' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/2761678276260630556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/2761678276260630556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/12/december-12th-virgen-de-guadalupe.html' title='December 12th:  Virgen de Guadalupe'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SUcMTduaFpI/AAAAAAAAAOI/6MOFizyQn6s/s72-c/virgen+de+guadalupe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-8514144677247488375</id><published>2008-12-09T18:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:15:11.308-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Pollo Campero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/ST8l99FeRvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gZGIe5mgHrA/s1600-h/pollo+campero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277979034601277170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/ST8l99FeRvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gZGIe5mgHrA/s400/pollo+campero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I read on the newspaper that today, December 9th, it is opening in Georgia, USA the most famous fried chicken restaurant of Guatemala: POLLO CAMPERO. It was founded in 1971.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is amazing how Pollo Campero has spread in many Countries, right now there is "Pollo Campero" in Guatemala (Country of origin), El Salvador, Honduras, Nicaragua, Costa Rica, Ecuador, España, Mexico, China, Indonesia, and USA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The newest Pollo Campero is located in: 504 Queen City Park Way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gainesville, Georgia 30501&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you ever want to try Guatemalan' food, definitely you should try "Pollo Campero".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/370852664339873523-8514144677247488375?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/8514144677247488375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=8514144677247488375' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/8514144677247488375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/8514144677247488375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/12/pollo-campero.html' title='Pollo Campero'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/ST8l99FeRvI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gZGIe5mgHrA/s72-c/pollo+campero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-6333533846537293666</id><published>2008-12-08T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:33:41.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best day in the year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now that it is almost the end of the year "2008", I wanted to share this sentence with you: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, open up your eyes to the sky, and appreciate all good things God has created and given you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because life moves pretty fast.  If you don't stop to look around once in a while you could miss it. &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/370852664339873523-6333533846537293666?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/6333533846537293666/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=6333533846537293666' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/6333533846537293666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/6333533846537293666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-day-in-year.html' title='The best day in the year'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-8764893966706952506</id><published>2008-12-04T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T15:45:53.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE EYES !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/STsOefWnOiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rVxyPSLTKcM/s1600-h/the+eyes+bigger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276827305369877026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/STsOefWnOiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rVxyPSLTKcM/s400/the+eyes+bigger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The eyes, a window to one's inner feelings and the most effective seductive weapon...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Men love for a a woman's glance to be sweet, mysterious and mischievous.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What do you think? Is this true??? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you recognize your own eyes? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/370852664339873523-8764893966706952506?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/8764893966706952506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=8764893966706952506' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/8764893966706952506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/8764893966706952506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/12/eyes.html' title='THE EYES !'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/STsOefWnOiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/rVxyPSLTKcM/s72-c/the+eyes+bigger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-4265719800373917264</id><published>2008-11-20T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:17:38.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday, gifts, fun, happiness!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SSYoJLjJe-I/AAAAAAAAANg/Hksiir56Hck/s1600-h/DSC01068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270944552067890146" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SSYoJLjJe-I/AAAAAAAAANg/Hksiir56Hck/s320/DSC01068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SSYoIwhZAZI/AAAAAAAAANY/uStFmBz6ExM/s1600-h/DSC00493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270944544812761490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SSYoIwhZAZI/AAAAAAAAANY/uStFmBz6ExM/s320/DSC00493.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, today it's my birthday! If you wonder what I did during this day, here I show you some photos of my gifts and the lunch' celebration. I had so much fun, and feel so blessed to have such friends like you. I would thank you from the bottom of my heart, but for you my heart has no bottom. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I realize that the secret of staying young is to live honestly, eat slowly, and LIE ABOUT YOUR AGE!!!! ja ja ja&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It isn't the size of the gift that matters, but the size of the heart that gives it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/370852664339873523-4265719800373917264?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/4265719800373917264/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=4265719800373917264' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/4265719800373917264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/4265719800373917264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/11/birthday-gifts-fun.html' title='Birthday, gifts, fun, happiness!!!'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SSYoJLjJe-I/AAAAAAAAANg/Hksiir56Hck/s72-c/DSC01068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-8549114723824174560</id><published>2008-11-19T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:32:30.352-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traveling'/><title type='text'>RUBY FALLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SSS-A3-6O-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/yeScInMOSLQ/s1600-h/DSC00821.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270546386167413730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SSS-A3-6O-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/yeScInMOSLQ/s320/DSC00821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a cave formed about 200 million years ago, which has a 145-foot high underground waterfall located in Tennessee. You need to get in an elevator to get down earth (300 m), and then you go through a small passageway which is about 18 inches high and four feet wide. Exploring this opening, a man named Lambert discovered the formerly hidden Ruby Falls Cave and its waterfall. On his next trip to visit the cave, Lambert took his wife Ruby, and told her that he would name the falls after her, this is the reason of its name "Ruby Falls". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-8549114723824174560?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/8549114723824174560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=8549114723824174560' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/8549114723824174560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/8549114723824174560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/11/ruby-falls.html' title='RUBY FALLS'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SSS-A3-6O-I/AAAAAAAAANQ/yeScInMOSLQ/s72-c/DSC00821.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-709530347257764871</id><published>2008-11-17T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:08:51.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you thirsty?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SSIxoniCRcI/AAAAAAAAAMw/gVCFd3-gvrs/s1600-h/DSC00719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269829087853168066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SSIxoniCRcI/AAAAAAAAAMw/gVCFd3-gvrs/s320/DSC00719.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SSIxoZ26QAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/AediltD6OM4/s1600-h/DSC00694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269829084182626306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SSIxoZ26QAI/AAAAAAAAAMo/AediltD6OM4/s320/DSC00694.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Another place I visited during my short vacation, was the World of Coca Cola, which is located in Atlanta, Georgia at Pemberton Place (named in honor of John Pemberton, the inventor of Coca Cola). The new building opened to the public on May 24, 2007, it replaced the old museum which was smaller and located a few miles away. There is a theater inside where you can watch "The Coke Side of Life", and there is history of Coca Cola and there are some bottles from the beginning to the future. Inside you may sample 70 products offered by The Coca-Cola Company worldwide in the Taste It!!!!As a matter of fact, some of them were not as good as others, but I tasted all of them :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/370852664339873523-709530347257764871?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/709530347257764871/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=709530347257764871' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/709530347257764871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/709530347257764871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/11/are-you-thirsty.html' title='Are you thirsty?'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SSIxoniCRcI/AAAAAAAAAMw/gVCFd3-gvrs/s72-c/DSC00719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-5549432456224390591</id><published>2008-11-16T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T14:55:11.799-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>My school friends "Santa Teresita"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SSCkidFDhfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/AOW7TV2sPNo/s1600-h/DSCF0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269392475851818482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SSCkidFDhfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/AOW7TV2sPNo/s320/DSCF0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Santa Teresita is the name of the school where I studied since I was 5 years old before I moved to IGA where I studied high-school. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At Santa Teresita I studied elementary school and middle school. Sometimes I wish I could turn back time and live again those Wonderful Years!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;During all these years there were some girls who I met and became my best friends. I consider them my friends because they know all about me, and still they like me :) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Throughout these years I have learned that "Friends are the most important ingredient in this recipe of life". &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-5549432456224390591?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/5549432456224390591/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=5549432456224390591' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/5549432456224390591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/5549432456224390591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-school-friends-santa-teresita.html' title='My school friends &quot;Santa Teresita&quot;'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SSCkidFDhfI/AAAAAAAAAMg/AOW7TV2sPNo/s72-c/DSCF0019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-7085704076901414367</id><published>2008-11-13T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T18:50:21.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SRznDGjy2CI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nfZ9uMDDRIQ/s1600-h/DSC00808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268339704603007010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SRznDGjy2CI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nfZ9uMDDRIQ/s320/DSC00808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SRznCx2-JaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yJUPLNVSDfI/s1600-h/Rock_City_falls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268339699046294946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SRznCx2-JaI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yJUPLNVSDfI/s320/Rock_City_falls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;These pictures were taken on "Rock City"; which is located near Chattanooga, Tennessee, and Georgia. I had the chance to visit this place on October 22nd. There is a great view from the top, as you can see. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a legend which says that from the top it is possible to see seven states.... I couldn't see the seven states, so I guess it is a legend :S &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a passage between rocks which is called "fat man's squeeze"... perhaps this is the reason I was able to pass because I squeezed... During the following days I will show you some of the places where I have been in the last days.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/370852664339873523-7085704076901414367?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/7085704076901414367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=7085704076901414367' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/7085704076901414367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/7085704076901414367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/11/rock-city.html' title='Rock City'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SRznDGjy2CI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nfZ9uMDDRIQ/s72-c/DSC00808.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-6567954339052639279</id><published>2008-11-04T19:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T19:43:01.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Labs in the world look the same</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SRJngNoLKHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/iIVAL5UKZ3I/s1600-h/DSC00734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265384717461170290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SRJngNoLKHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/iIVAL5UKZ3I/s320/DSC00734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recently I had the opportunity to be at Emory University, which is located at Atlanta, Georgia. I met a Biologist called Rebecca, who is very young and smart, she works at the Cell Biology Department of Emory. I have realized that all labs in the world look the same. So many memories of the labs I used to be at USAC when studying to become a Pharmacist came over to my mind... I never had a chance to take a photo of these labs, because I did not have a camara during my college years. So, Rebecca, thank you very much, for giving me a chance to step in this famous University and let one of my dreams come true "to be in a foreign University at least for one brief moment". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-6567954339052639279?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/6567954339052639279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=6567954339052639279' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/6567954339052639279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/6567954339052639279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-labs-in-world-look-same.html' title='All Labs in the world look the same'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SRJngNoLKHI/AAAAAAAAAE0/iIVAL5UKZ3I/s72-c/DSC00734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-5012129450158484345</id><published>2008-10-31T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:02:02.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUT OF ORDER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hi guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been on vacation, this is the reason I have not updated my blog spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will come back soon, feeling more inspired than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had such such a great time, and so much fun during my vacation, that definitely I will have to thank God for being so good and mercy with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween to all of you who will have Halloween parties tonight, I hope you enjoy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trick or Treat????&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/370852664339873523-5012129450158484345?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/5012129450158484345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=5012129450158484345' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/5012129450158484345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/5012129450158484345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/10/out-of-order_31.html' title='OUT OF ORDER!'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-8299937829144164044</id><published>2008-10-10T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T20:42:20.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SPAgTA__gOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3ypIAgu028g/s1600-h/DSC00663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255736276199375074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SPAgTA__gOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3ypIAgu028g/s320/DSC00663.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was how my hair looked from behind. One more year I was invited to Exponet awards of Prensa Libre.  My friends: this is just a picture to let you figure out which dresses Cristy, Dayda and I wore for this evening.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/370852664339873523-8299937829144164044?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/8299937829144164044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=8299937829144164044' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/8299937829144164044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/8299937829144164044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-back.html' title='My back'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SPAgTA__gOI/AAAAAAAAAEA/3ypIAgu028g/s72-c/DSC00663.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-7158066481386737773</id><published>2008-10-01T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T20:43:37.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHILDREN'S DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today is celebrated "children's day" in Guatemala.   I hope everyone did something special with children on this day.  I think that the most important gift an adult can give to a child is ‘giving time'.  So I guess I will have to share more time with my nephews now because they will be on vacations from school soon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &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/370852664339873523-7158066481386737773?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/7158066481386737773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=7158066481386737773' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/7158066481386737773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/7158066481386737773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/10/childrens-day.html' title='CHILDREN&apos;S DAY'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-1718678069628656765</id><published>2008-09-28T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T14:38:41.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yankee Stadium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SN_41xHMEaI/AAAAAAAAADw/Q3YYBeKGfzM/s1600-h/Yankee+Stadium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251189293137531298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SN_41xHMEaI/AAAAAAAAADw/Q3YYBeKGfzM/s200/Yankee+Stadium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;Eventhough Yankee Stadium will be demolished soon, I am sure that memories will last forever. Yes, I was one day at this memorial stadium! Some years ago I had the opportunity to visit Yankee Stadium, to be more precise I was there on December 2004 with my best friend, Paty. I just read on the news that the Yankee Stadium would be torn down, because they built a new stadium next to the old one. The last game played on this stadium was last Sunday, September 21st; and the first game played was on 1923; there were so amazing famous players who played at this stadium, like: Babe Ruth, Paul DiMaggio, Mickey Mantle, and so many others who made Yankee's history. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003300;"&gt;The Yankees are moving into a $1.6 billion ballpark, yes I know too much money! But the old one which was great too, it cost only $2.5 million. A big difference, isn't it? I wonder how they were able to get so much money... I guess there is plenty of money in the world, but in a few pockets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-1718678069628656765?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/1718678069628656765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=1718678069628656765' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/1718678069628656765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/1718678069628656765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/09/yankee-stadium.html' title='Yankee Stadium'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SN_41xHMEaI/AAAAAAAAADw/Q3YYBeKGfzM/s72-c/Yankee+Stadium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-3541222189816066993</id><published>2008-09-15T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:01:18.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day of my Guatemala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SM7NEAmytiI/AAAAAAAAADo/K4V-hNjQwJM/s1600-h/250px-Flag_of_Guatemala_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246356084699084322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SM7NEAmytiI/AAAAAAAAADo/K4V-hNjQwJM/s200/250px-Flag_of_Guatemala_svg.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today September 15th is the Independence Day of Guatemala. In the year 1821 we were announced of our sovereignty. In this special day the children march with flags in the streets of Guatemala. Thank's God it is a official public holiday, so I did not go to work today :). There is a massive parade in the center of Guatemala City. I remember I used to march with the uniform of my "Colegio Santa Teresita"... so good and wonderful years, gone, gone like the wind... but still and forever on my mind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-3541222189816066993?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/3541222189816066993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=3541222189816066993' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/3541222189816066993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/3541222189816066993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/09/independence-day-of-my-guatemala.html' title='Independence Day of my Guatemala'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SM7NEAmytiI/AAAAAAAAADo/K4V-hNjQwJM/s72-c/250px-Flag_of_Guatemala_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-7401747165322291658</id><published>2008-09-02T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T20:36:02.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Del amor al odio sólo hay un paso.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;These days I have realized that "Love and Hate are only a step away".  I have seen people love so much each other, and then someday unexpectedly they will hate each other.  Sometimes because love is over, sometimes because they feel disappointed, so I guess everyone should enjoy the moment without thinking what's going to happen, the secret of happiness is to love without expectations. Thank's God I haven't loved this way 'til now, so I don't have to hate anyone yet :) &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/370852664339873523-7401747165322291658?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/7401747165322291658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=7401747165322291658' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/7401747165322291658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/7401747165322291658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/09/del-amor-al-odio-slo-hay-un-paso.html' title='Del amor al odio sólo hay un paso.....'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-3383072808592651725</id><published>2008-09-01T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T16:50:14.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Circus Tihany</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last Friday I had the chance to go to a show of Circus Tihany.  It was the last weekend they would be in Guatemala.  I used to go to Circus when I was a child (uuuuhhhhh), yes I know so long ago...., but everything has changed now.  This circus is not like the one I was used to see, it's completely different, it's more like Circle do Soleil... so I had a great time, and for a moment I forgot all my problems, and so my fatigue went away, and what's most important I smiled all the time! &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/370852664339873523-3383072808592651725?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/3383072808592651725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=3383072808592651725' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/3383072808592651725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/3383072808592651725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/09/circus-tihany.html' title='Circus Tihany'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-6176032619681918468</id><published>2008-08-25T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T18:21:32.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SLNaLshsTaI/AAAAAAAAADY/h3koDPn69Ig/s1600-h/DSC00374.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238629948539555234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SLNaLshsTaI/AAAAAAAAADY/h3koDPn69Ig/s200/DSC00374.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SLNaL5bTucI/AAAAAAAAADg/leNz1HESNCM/s1600-h/DSC00376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238629952002439618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SLNaL5bTucI/AAAAAAAAADg/leNz1HESNCM/s200/DSC00376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;I realize that there are a few moments in life when we feel really happy, I guess every person feels happy in different ways. Some feel happy when they are with the person they love the most, others feel happy when they share time with their kids, but for me when do I feel happy? I guess I feel happy when I am hanging out with my friends :) Thank you girls for being there with me when I need you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-6176032619681918468?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/6176032619681918468/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=6176032619681918468' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/6176032619681918468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/6176032619681918468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/08/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SLNaLshsTaI/AAAAAAAAADY/h3koDPn69Ig/s72-c/DSC00374.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-9212117026243148528</id><published>2008-08-11T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:17:54.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Papio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SKEAoQBZRiI/AAAAAAAAADI/MbyIUsvFtac/s1600-h/papio+y+mama+amalia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233464933476812322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SKEAoQBZRiI/AAAAAAAAADI/MbyIUsvFtac/s320/papio+y+mama+amalia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, "Papio" is how I used to call my grandfather (my grandmother is the one next to him). I was the first one to call him "Papio", and from then all my cousins call him like that too. He was born on 1898, and today if he was alive he would be 110 years old. He became a lawyer, and he was one of the first lawyers graduated in Guatemala, he was very smart, and his favorite game was "chess", I remember that he told me that he once won to a Guatemalan' chess champion (Jose Luis Asturias), who got very upset because he was not expecting to be defeated by a younger man. I miss him a lot, and if I close my eyes, I think I am still able to see his face, and touch his bald. Happy birthday Papio, wherevery you are; although I am sure you're in heaven praying and taking care of all of us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-9212117026243148528?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/9212117026243148528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=9212117026243148528' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/9212117026243148528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/9212117026243148528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/08/papio.html' title='Papio'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SKEAoQBZRiI/AAAAAAAAADI/MbyIUsvFtac/s72-c/papio+y+mama+amalia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-1886566879207953498</id><published>2008-08-11T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:11:13.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cristo Negro de Esquipulas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SKD_JuDDyxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ij6O1Dx6gQ4/s1600-h/DSC00629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233463309449284370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SKD_JuDDyxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ij6O1Dx6gQ4/s320/DSC00629.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SKD_J5bDNTI/AAAAAAAAADA/wLRiVc00lbc/s1600-h/DSC00641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233463312502699314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SKD_J5bDNTI/AAAAAAAAADA/wLRiVc00lbc/s320/DSC00641.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last weekend I had the chance to go to Esquipulas which is located at Chiquimula, Guatemala. This amazing church has a great history and I would like to share it with you:In 1595, it is said that artist Quirio Cataño carved an image of crucified Christ. The commissioners of the piece wanted an image with dark skin like themselves, but without a very dark wood available, he made a light-skinned Christ instead. The piece was stored for many years, and it is said that when it was removed from storage, the skin of the Christ (but not his clothing) had turned dark brown. Of course, other accounts claim that the statue has been colored dark over time due to candles and incense burning in the church where he is displayed. Regardless of how he became dark-skinned, Cristo Negro became the object at the center of great pilgrimages starting in 1737. During this year, the Archbishop of Guatemala visited the statue in Esquipulas and left cured of a chronic ailment. People have been traveling great distances ever since to receive the healing powers of the statue. There are plenty testimonies of his healing powers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-1886566879207953498?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/1886566879207953498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=1886566879207953498' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/1886566879207953498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/1886566879207953498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/08/cristo-negro-de-esquipulas.html' title='Cristo Negro de Esquipulas'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SKD_JuDDyxI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ij6O1Dx6gQ4/s72-c/DSC00629.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-2668977101299471201</id><published>2008-08-10T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T20:27:43.208-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Cristian Javier, my second nephew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SJ-xg7tboDI/AAAAAAAAACw/EE_eJfkAqJM/s1600-h/DSC00652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233096471369982002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SJ-xg7tboDI/AAAAAAAAACw/EE_eJfkAqJM/s320/DSC00652.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirteen years ago, it was born Cristian Javier, that his name, although we usually call him just "Javi". He's a nice kid, very strong for his age, and a fan of all video games, specially the ones of Nintengo Wii, and RayMan. He's the one next to me, I wish him a very, very HAPPY Birthday!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your aunt July will always love you Javi, a big hug for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-2668977101299471201?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/2668977101299471201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=2668977101299471201' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/2668977101299471201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/2668977101299471201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/08/cristian-javier-my-second-nephew.html' title='Cristian Javier, my second nephew'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SJ-xg7tboDI/AAAAAAAAACw/EE_eJfkAqJM/s72-c/DSC00652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-7742299381842675163</id><published>2008-08-10T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:57:19.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are the gentlemen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sometimes I wonder where all the gentlemen are on these days, it is so hard to find one, that when you finally run into one, you get astonished.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is my story:  On Friday, as usual I was doing my core step class, and at the end of the class we all have to put back the step, well I was exactly getting back my step, and suddenly a guy just laughed and looked at me, and helped me with my step.  I was so astonished that all I could say was:  Thank you very much, you're very kind!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So guys, this is my advice:  no matter how independent a woman is, we always like special manners, like:  opening the door, helping us with the heavy things.  I mean you do not have to do this everyday and everymoment, but once in a while is "oK".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-7742299381842675163?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/7742299381842675163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=7742299381842675163' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/7742299381842675163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/7742299381842675163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/08/where-are-gentlemen.html' title='Where are the gentlemen?'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-2124513373007357952</id><published>2008-07-31T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T18:16:45.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Volcan de Agua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SJJd0ZKZR-I/AAAAAAAAACg/ySUMDT01_Dc/s1600-h/DSC00571.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229345272019634146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SJJd0ZKZR-I/AAAAAAAAACg/ySUMDT01_Dc/s320/DSC00571.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SJJbY-czWXI/AAAAAAAAACY/70bF51k6qTY/s1600-h/DSC00571.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking at this beautiful landscape, I can't believe that one day this volcano was active, and it destroyed the first city stablished in Guatemala. The spanish called it "Santiago de los Caballeros de Guatemala", and it was destroyed by "Volcan de Agua" on 1541. Then the capital city moved to Antigua-Guatemala, but then later on 1773 it was again destroyed by another Volcano, this time it was "Volcan de Fuego". And from this year on, the capital city was stablished at the place where it is right now... so I realize that the history of my Country has been really turbulent through the years from earthquakes, tropical storms, through volcanoes.I took this photo last Sunday in my trip to La Antigua, Guatemala.&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/370852664339873523-2124513373007357952?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/2124513373007357952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=2124513373007357952' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/2124513373007357952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/2124513373007357952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/07/volcan-de-agua.html' title='Volcan de Agua'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SJJd0ZKZR-I/AAAAAAAAACg/ySUMDT01_Dc/s72-c/DSC00571.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-949372172535287644</id><published>2008-07-31T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T17:30:26.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My oldest brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SJJY5bMFE0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/25hAoFDydmg/s1600-h/DSC00561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229339860904776514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SJJY5bMFE0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/25hAoFDydmg/s320/DSC00561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's my oldest brother, the tallest one, and the single one (just as me).... It was his birthday on July 20th. He's kind of quiet most of the time, so my mom and I know when he's out of the house because his car has gone, that's our signal. Happy birthday Julio!!! I hope you spent a nice celebration, many hugs from your sister who loves you very much! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-949372172535287644?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/949372172535287644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=949372172535287644' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/949372172535287644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/949372172535287644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-oldest-brother.html' title='My oldest brother'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SJJY5bMFE0I/AAAAAAAAACQ/25hAoFDydmg/s72-c/DSC00561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-9091994854253091119</id><published>2008-07-24T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:37:33.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buying a "jarron" at Mercado Central</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SIkgBcjkCLI/AAAAAAAAACI/MEhihvUhX1Q/s1600-h/jarron+menarini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226744051757484210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SIkgBcjkCLI/AAAAAAAAACI/MEhihvUhX1Q/s320/jarron+menarini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;This week I had a big assignment, I had to buy a "jarron" which we had to paint and decorate with the other partners of work which are assigned to my working group. I don't like this kind of activities, I prefer to do other kind of things, but I had to do it :( since Human Resources forced us to.... So we, all together, joined after work on Tuesday, and painted it, it was hard to get together and agree with our ideas, but finally we made it. On Saturday I have to continue with this motivational course.... I just hope it is worthy enought to miss my personal Saturday activities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-9091994854253091119?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/9091994854253091119/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=9091994854253091119' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/9091994854253091119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/9091994854253091119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/07/buying-jarron-at-mercado-central.html' title='Buying a &quot;jarron&quot; at Mercado Central'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SIkgBcjkCLI/AAAAAAAAACI/MEhihvUhX1Q/s72-c/jarron+menarini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-2410945962594493254</id><published>2008-07-17T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T19:50:18.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The woman I love and admire the most:  my MOM !!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SIAEr4d3iAI/AAAAAAAAACA/xoCYtJ0WKZA/s1600-h/DSC00547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224180719688321026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SIAEr4d3iAI/AAAAAAAAACA/xoCYtJ0WKZA/s320/DSC00547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My mother's birthday: Today Thursday, July 17th, it was my mother's birthday! My brothers, sister, brother in law, sister in law, and nephews shared a moment with us, and the most important thing: my mother was happy to have us all together. The cake was delicious and so was the pizza!!! :) HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOM! I love you with all of my heart, your daughter: July&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-2410945962594493254?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/2410945962594493254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=2410945962594493254' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/2410945962594493254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/2410945962594493254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/07/woman-i-love-and-admire-most-my-mom.html' title='The woman I love and admire the most:  my MOM !!!!'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SIAEr4d3iAI/AAAAAAAAACA/xoCYtJ0WKZA/s72-c/DSC00547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-3127633493578163897</id><published>2008-07-16T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T20:43:52.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The people I work with at the other side of the ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SH6_k4Ey-5I/AAAAAAAAABo/d4oZBwQS1bs/s1600-h/DSC01975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223823258045053842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SH6_k4Ey-5I/AAAAAAAAABo/d4oZBwQS1bs/s200/DSC01975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SH6_lWMfH3I/AAAAAAAAABw/StOl_UTGMTQ/s1600-h/DSC02012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223823266130370418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SH6_lWMfH3I/AAAAAAAAABw/StOl_UTGMTQ/s200/DSC02012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SH6_lz0wjrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TGHCx5nyAe8/s1600-h/DSC02006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223823274083913394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SH6_lz0wjrI/AAAAAAAAAB4/TGHCx5nyAe8/s200/DSC02006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Although we communicate through e-mail everyday, we haven't met, and I did not have any idea how they would be, but they turn out to be "Pretty ladies", so the ones on the top are the ones of Menarini Spain and the ones on the middle are the ones of Menarini Florence. I hope one day I could meet them in person, maybe next year!!! who knows? only God knows :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Girls: for those of you who want to see "handsome men", here I show you the photo of Diego, and Tommaso, what do you think of them? They work at the regulatory affairs department of Menarini Corporate at Florence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-3127633493578163897?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/3127633493578163897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=3127633493578163897' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/3127633493578163897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/3127633493578163897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/07/people-i-work-with-at-other-side-of.html' title='The people I work with at the other side of the ocean'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SH6_k4Ey-5I/AAAAAAAAABo/d4oZBwQS1bs/s72-c/DSC01975.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-6686136911807181458</id><published>2008-07-05T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T20:33:32.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend at Pharmacy school</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SHA8gCHVAVI/AAAAAAAAABg/GzvdMm1FWno/s1600-h/miami2000.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219738489143492946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SHA8gCHVAVI/AAAAAAAAABg/GzvdMm1FWno/s200/miami2000.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today July 5th, is the birthday of Cristina Baldizon, who was my best friend at Pharmacy school. We met during the first year of college, and since the first moment, I had a feeling that we would be friends, and I was not wrong. We got closer on second year, because our 1st year friends did not make it, they had to repeat it, so we started a friendship which with time got stronger. I remember I used to see her everyday and tell her all about me, during those 5 years (even those secrets which I haven't told anybody). Although now we don't see each other so often as I would like to, I realize she has become a good pharmacist, a good mother, and a good daughter. So Cristy, I wish you a HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! May God bless you,your friend,July&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/370852664339873523-6686136911807181458?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/6686136911807181458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=6686136911807181458' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/6686136911807181458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/6686136911807181458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-best-friend-at-pharmacy-school.html' title='My best friend at Pharmacy school'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SHA8gCHVAVI/AAAAAAAAABg/GzvdMm1FWno/s72-c/miami2000.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-7567011967914564485</id><published>2008-07-04T18:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T18:12:51.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite love quotes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Algunas frases que encontré y me gustaron mucho, clasificadas según YO en el Top 5:&lt;br /&gt;1. ¿Un corazón abre sus puertas hacia afuera o hacia adentro? Le preguntó el amor al tiempo.&lt;br /&gt;2. No sé si te amé poco, no sé si te amé mucho, pero lo que sí sé es que jamás volveré a amar así.&lt;br /&gt;3. Si no sabes quien te quiere, el tiempo te lo dirá, porque no hay nada mas bonito que saber sin preguntar.&lt;br /&gt;4. Recordar a alguien es notar que se le estaba olvidando.&lt;br /&gt;5. Te conocí hace mucho, pero no me fijé en ti. Hoy te miro y veo al hombre del que me he enamorado y creo que tú no estás enamorado de mi. Así que, sabiendo lo que siento, dime amor ¿qué sientes tú por mi?&lt;br /&gt;&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/370852664339873523-7567011967914564485?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/7567011967914564485/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=7567011967914564485' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/7567011967914564485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/7567011967914564485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-favorite-love-quotes.html' title='My favorite love quotes!'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-3195595172819912435</id><published>2008-07-02T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:01:53.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My boss's birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SGwyno2vN4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/8bvNISci-cE/s1600-h/DSC00540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SGwyno2vN4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/8bvNISci-cE/s320/DSC00540.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218601724778854274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Last Thursday, June 26th.  If you wonder about how she is, because I talk too much about her,  :)  well, here she is!!!   She's the one who always says:  "soy más cabrona que bonita"; or "el repuesto que no tenemos, lo hacemos"; or "me hicieron el pase del cachito de la lotería"....&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am used to her after almost 9 years of working together, I mean I am used to her creative and descriptive stories, most of the time make up stories, and even more. &lt;br /&gt;We had lunch all together at La Media Cancha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-3195595172819912435?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/3195595172819912435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=3195595172819912435' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/3195595172819912435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/3195595172819912435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-bosss-birthday.html' title='My boss&apos;s birthday!'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SGwyno2vN4I/AAAAAAAAAA4/8bvNISci-cE/s72-c/DSC00540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-2752348141312402010</id><published>2008-06-25T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T19:34:00.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My wonderful years at Farmacia - USAC!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going back on time, to be more precise 17 years ago, I decided to study to be a Pharmacist.  At that time, I did not know if I could be able to make it.  But thank's God my dream has come true, and I have become a Pharmacist.  Sometimes I remember the good old times at those buildings, T10, T11 and T12, and I also have good memories of the labs.  At the beginning I thought these labs would be bored; however they turned out to be just the opposite of what I thought!   And if I could go back to the past, I definitely would go back to "Análisis Inorgánico lab"... and that puddle (charco) where somebody stood for a moment while speaking with me, without even noticing it :-)... I hope he stills remember this day, because I do!  He's the one who once said:  "I pray that her heart is always close to mine".... I realize his words were just "dust in the wind"..... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I promise I will try to go to Farmacia - USAC and take some photos of the labs, gardens, and buildings where my story and I guess many more stories took place....&lt;/strong&gt;&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/370852664339873523-2752348141312402010?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/2752348141312402010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=2752348141312402010' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/2752348141312402010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/2752348141312402010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-wonderful-years-at-farmacia-usac.html' title='My wonderful years at Farmacia - USAC!!!!'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-3531312413766844955</id><published>2008-06-19T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T17:17:16.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day at La Antigua Guatemala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFr291orfRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q-HWdsXKpVw/s1600-h/Imagen003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFr291orfRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q-HWdsXKpVw/s320/Imagen003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213751060864924946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY DAD:  I seldom speak about him..., but here he is with his two daughters who visited him at La Antigua for Father's day.  I admire him a lot, specially his knowledge about almost everything..., he's the kind of person whom you can speak about anything, and if you ever need a tourist guide, he could help you, he knows all Guatemala, even those far away villages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-3531312413766844955?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/3531312413766844955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=3531312413766844955' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/3531312413766844955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/3531312413766844955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day-at-la-antigua-guatemala.html' title='Father&apos;s Day at La Antigua Guatemala'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFr291orfRI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Q-HWdsXKpVw/s72-c/Imagen003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-6885636041910363562</id><published>2008-06-19T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T16:59:08.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be happy, no matter what!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today I was reading a text and I liked it a lot, so I would like to share it with you:Life is so short to wake up in a bad mood.  Love all people, those who treat you well, and even those who don't.  Believe me, everything happens for a reason.  If you've got a second chance, take it with both hands.  Kiss slowly. Forgive fast.  God never said life would be easy.  He only promised that it would be worthy.&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/370852664339873523-6885636041910363562?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/6885636041910363562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=6885636041910363562' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/6885636041910363562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/6885636041910363562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/06/be-happy-no-matter-what.html' title='Be happy, no matter what!!!'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-1309200124377727639</id><published>2008-06-13T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:28:06.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel teaches us how small we are!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#330000;"&gt;I am wondering why I like to travel so much... and I think I got addictive to travel 10 years ago (on 1998), when I traveled for the first time! :)  That year I went to Cancun, Mexico, and a few months later I went to Orlando, Florida.  I had such a big time in those two trips that from then on,  each year I would like to make it again!!!  'til God tells me to stop it.  Here a picture of my friends at Orlando.  Do we still look the same as 10 years ago? or do we look better now? What do you think?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-1309200124377727639?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/1309200124377727639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=1309200124377727639' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/1309200124377727639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/1309200124377727639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/06/travel-teaches-us-how-small-we-are.html' title='Travel teaches us how small we are!'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-848450240320700137</id><published>2008-06-13T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:24:35.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where will I travel this year???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I don't know yet, but I've got an invitation from a friend to go to:  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chattanoogafun.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;http://www.chattanoogafun.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;and I think I'm gonna accept it if God lets me travel again this year!So I plan to go to Miami (now there are some inexpensive tickets from Taca), and then to meet him somewhere and go to Georgia...When?  I guess it will have to be before November 15th, because afterwards the tickets are more expensive...."Dreams must be free to flee and fly high""You should never agree to surrender your dreams" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-848450240320700137?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/848450240320700137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=848450240320700137' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/848450240320700137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/848450240320700137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/06/where-will-i-travel-this-year.html' title='Where will I travel this year???'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-5257056185773222951</id><published>2008-06-11T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T17:02:01.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why "Little Genious"?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;f you wonder about the title of my "blogspot", here a brief explanation:  There was a guy who used to call me "My Little Genious", he was so special that I fell in love "for the first time", his name was Paul, he had blue eyes, fair skin, blond hair, and he wore colorful socks.  At that time I was 16, he was 21.  I wonder if he still remembers "his little genious"...  and I hope he's fine wherever he is..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-5257056185773222951?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/5257056185773222951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=5257056185773222951' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/5257056185773222951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/5257056185773222951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-little-genious.html' title='Why &quot;Little Genious&quot;?'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-2276660291497223874</id><published>2008-06-10T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T20:43:07.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's back :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Yes, at last Edu is back!!! he's thinner, I guess he has not exercised and he lost the few muscles he had gotten.... anyway I like him thin or not so thin.  I am happy that he's back and I hope to continue seeing him this week and next week&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-2276660291497223874?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/2276660291497223874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=2276660291497223874' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/2276660291497223874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/2276660291497223874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/06/hes-back.html' title='He&apos;s back :)'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-370852664339873523.post-1484750655573114987</id><published>2008-06-08T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T16:25:03.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A rainy week here in Guatemala!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hi, what a week we have had here in Guatemala, too much rain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I like rainy days, although I don't like to drive when it is raining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This is my blogspot, and it's my first entry, so I really don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;know what to write :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/370852664339873523-1484750655573114987?l=julytita-july.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/feeds/1484750655573114987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=370852664339873523&amp;postID=1484750655573114987' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/1484750655573114987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/370852664339873523/posts/default/1484750655573114987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://julytita-july.blogspot.com/2008/06/rainy-week-here-in-guatemala.html' title='A rainy week here in Guatemala!'/><author><name>July</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01164051223257263815</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6Xu4QcbEEUY/SFBpXODR5gI/AAAAAAAAAAU/xSYqcoqcP5g/S220/disney+castle.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
