<?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-953269460662704781</id><updated>2011-12-31T21:35:20.014-08:00</updated><category term='baby'/><title type='text'>Irmacoyle</title><subtitle type='html'>Just a little bit of our world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-2019427634714457361</id><published>2011-11-25T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T18:54:43.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>T is for Turkey.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;And T is for Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year has been a very blessed one for our little family, for starters we added a new member, my baby Josh. My parents in separated trips were able to join our daily lives for a couple months, our house was totally unharmed during the devastation of Hurricane Irene and for that we are very thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I live in  a country where i have a freedom of speech, opportunity to thrive and lifestyle  unparalleled anywhere else. I am able to raise my family, not without  sacrifices, on a one income budget, I get to wake up every morning knowing I will spend as much time as I want with my babies, I get to BE HOME with them, and for that I am very blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thank God for my friends, from now and before, because I carry a little of all of them in my heart. I thank Him also for my Husband, who drives me absolutely NUTS, in every posible way, with kindness, anger, passion and mostly love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am very thankful also for stretchy pants that allowed me to ate -ahem-keep eating- so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feliz dia del pavo!&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/953269460662704781-2019427634714457361?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2019427634714457361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=2019427634714457361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/2019427634714457361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/2019427634714457361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2011/11/t-is-for-turkey.html' title='T is for Turkey.'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-6299185368318454767</id><published>2011-11-17T17:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T17:34:17.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worn out shoes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can still see the red and yellow  of the sun coming through those Sierra Madre Mountains dancing on the horizon, I can still smell de crisp and yet warm and almost spicy air in the early morning, I feel my -back then brand new shoes- soles holding to the ground almost enough to keep me there, with so much strenght, with so much weight, so much mote than the 20 pounds of baby weight i carry.  I can hear the turbines accelerating making my pain increase expotentialy with their speed, more than anything I can feel tears on my cheeks and I ignore when they got there, all I know is that my heart is holding on.I am saying good bye. I hate it. I know hate is a very strong word, but I do, I hate it.  It never gets easier. They get bigger, sadder and more tearful everytime. Giving hugs to my family and holding them so tight as to make them a part of me, to take some of them with me, to imprint them in my skin so I don's feel them so far away. That is all I can do. That is all I must do. I pray to God to keep everyone in my home safe until I can hold them again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do not know why I thought of this today, since it happened in September 2010. Maybe it is the fact that the Holidays are coming and I get more emotional about my family.  Today was a very good day, with Kiki's laughter and Josh' smiles and giggles, maybe that is why i miss them because i would like to share these days with them. Maybe because there is not a day I don't miss them. or maybe, just maybe the reason is much simpler. Maybe because my shoes are getting old and I thought about the time when I bought them, to go to Mexico. I am so much simpler than I seem. Today was a very good day, and I thank God for it, and I pray I get to share some days like today with my family in Mexico someday.&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/953269460662704781-6299185368318454767?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6299185368318454767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=6299185368318454767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/6299185368318454767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/6299185368318454767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2011/11/worn-out-shoes.html' title='Worn out shoes.'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-5137967096266634707</id><published>2011-11-16T17:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T17:24:27.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My baby is cuter than your baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I don't know if it is accurate information, but for me is the absolute truth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Evidence A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675768777401094802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H1GM3w8uHXU/TsRhoaw-0pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mnJQHDsA84I/s320/joshua%2B738.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidence A.1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675768359795853986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OJkrNrBZqtM/TsRhQHEIiqI/AAAAAAAAAHg/QQSwlk-CbqY/s320/joshua%2B737.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it just me or they really are adorable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/953269460662704781-5137967096266634707?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5137967096266634707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=5137967096266634707' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/5137967096266634707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/5137967096266634707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-baby-is-cuter-than-your-baby.html' title='My baby is cuter than your baby'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H1GM3w8uHXU/TsRhoaw-0pI/AAAAAAAAAHs/mnJQHDsA84I/s72-c/joshua%2B738.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-1078293439697440461</id><published>2011-11-16T17:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T18:27:40.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si hay algo que me encanta de tener una familia "mixta" es incrementar las tradiciones que se celebran en esta casita. Tenemos Santa Claus y Reyes Magos, Conejo de Pascua y la Cuaresma, Dia de Accion de gracias, Viernes Negro (que es uno de mis favoritos y se acerca !!!), tenemos dia de muertos y Halloween. Si bien tiene raices paganas, nosotros lo enfocamos a lo que en realidad se ha convertido, y al que con toda la sabiduria de su edad mi hija ha renombrado a "Feliz dia del Candy". Asi que el pasado 31 de octubre nos dirigimos por las calles a pedir "Tick'o'teat" como decia mi Kiki, sobra decir que mis babies eran los mas lindos de todo el vecindario, -al menos en mi muy humilde opinion-. Pero para mostrar algo en lo que baso mi opinion, aqui esta una muestrita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675782319199556242" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mr5wbpQtxDg/TsRt8p5VEpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kYKTsjhskFA/s320/125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675782323172470882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IRmRPccutak/TsRt84si8GI/AAAAAAAAAIE/MVOioihr5JQ/s320/126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953269460662704781-1078293439697440461?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1078293439697440461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=1078293439697440461' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/1078293439697440461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/1078293439697440461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2011/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mr5wbpQtxDg/TsRt8p5VEpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/kYKTsjhskFA/s72-c/125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-7754219604076789424</id><published>2011-10-23T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T18:23:55.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorancia/ Ignorance</title><content type='html'>Como reaccionas ante comentarios racistas e ignorantes? Los ignoras? Tratas de convencer a la otra persona de su falta de conocimiento acerca del asunto? Mi reaccion es algo con lo que lucho bastante. No pasa muy a menudo, pero cunado sucede mi SANGRE ORGULLOSAMENTE MEXICANA hierve dentro de mi. Tratar de mantener mi reaccion en la proporcio y enojo adecuado es un reto. No se si reaccionar del todo tenga algun impacto, tal vez evadir el asunto es la mejor estrategia. Tu que opinas?&lt;br /&gt;How do you react to ignorant and racist comments??? Do you ignore them? Do you try to convince the other person of their lack of knowledge about the issue? I know i struggle with my reaction to out of place comments. It doesn't happen very often but when it does, it makes my VERY PROUDLY MEXICAN blood boil inside me. Trying to keep my reaction in the correct proportion and limited anger is definitely a challenge. I do not know if reacting at all will make a difference, maybe avoiding conflict and acting like the bigger person is the right answer. What do you think???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953269460662704781-7754219604076789424?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7754219604076789424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=7754219604076789424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/7754219604076789424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/7754219604076789424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2011/10/ignorancia-ignorance.html' title='Ignorancia/ Ignorance'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-7951792156187103133</id><published>2011-09-28T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T18:46:38.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reto Linguistico</title><content type='html'>Cuano Kiara tenia a penas 11 meses, comenze a leer bastante acerca de estimulacion linguistica bilingue, queria que Kiara aprendiera los dos idiomas y los manejara sin ningun problema, todo me indicaba que no existian obstaculos mayores en cuanto al desarrollo de su lenguaje.&lt;br /&gt;Un mes despues en su chequeo anual, el doctor me advirtio que dada la naturaleza bilingue de nuestro hogar, Kiara tardaria un poco mas en empezar a tener "conversaciones" de mas de un par de silabas -perfecto, pense, mas tiempo de calma y paz-. Unos meses despues alguien me pregunto si Kiara ya sabia sus ABC's -ya sabes, ese tono condescendiente de mi hijo es mejor que el tuyo- asi que comence a "empujar" a Kiki a hablar. MALA DECISION. MUY MALA.&lt;br /&gt;No es que no me encante escuchar su tierna vocecita cuando dice "Mami CESA" (Mami es princesa) o "Men Joshy Kiki" (Ven Joshy con Kiki). Me siento orgullosa de saber que maneje ingles y espanol sin ninguna restriccion. Pero, cuando habla, habla, y no siempre se le alcanza a distinguir lo que dice, y es persistente mas alla de explicacion. Solo ayer mientras regresabamos de Target nuestra conversacion fue algo asi:&lt;br /&gt;Kiki: Mama, mami, mama, mami, mama, mamaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;Yo: Si Kiki?&lt;br /&gt;Kiki: Kiki pshhh pshh pum pumm Tito, Joshy, Mami, Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;Yo: ok honey. (traduccion: Yo quiero ir a ver fuegos artificiales con Tito ( mi papa), Joshy, Mami y Daddy!)&lt;br /&gt;Kiki: mama, mama, mama, mama&lt;br /&gt;Yo: Kiki, no hay fuegos artificiales esta noche y Tito esta en Mexico, asi que no podemos ir hasta que el regrese, ok? Ve tu pelicula -tiene DVD en la van-.&lt;br /&gt;Kiki: Mama, mama, mama, mama....&lt;br /&gt;Yo: Kiki por favor ve tu pelicula mama quiere platicar con daddy -para este punto ya decidi ignorarla y no me juzguen por mis habilidades parentales por favor, juro que soy buena madre.&lt;br /&gt;Kiki: mami, maaama, mama, mami, mama, mami, mama, mami, mami, mama, mama, mama, mami, mamam, mami, maaaami, mami, mami, mamiiiii, mama, mami, maaamaaaaaa..................59 veces mas................................maaaaaaami!&lt;br /&gt;No hay voluntad que le gane, no hay razon que la haga girar su direccion no hay excusa que la quite de su meta, no cabe duda que es mi hija!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953269460662704781-7951792156187103133?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7951792156187103133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=7951792156187103133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/7951792156187103133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/7951792156187103133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2011/09/reto-linguistico.html' title='Reto Linguistico'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-1241381377940597477</id><published>2011-09-26T08:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T09:19:31.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Supermatt</title><content type='html'>There has been a lot of talk about super heroes on facebook from local people, and i want to add to the conversation explaining a little about my personal superheroe. SUPERMATT. And since his birthday was a couple days ago (and i forget very quickly) it seems very suitable.&lt;br /&gt;He is a very generous, kind hearted, geniunly and selfless giver. He inspires me and our little family to be better and closer to each other everyday. He can fix ANYTHING and I mean ANYTHING, there is not a single thing my superhero can not figure out, he will learn and research about anything until he know exactly how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;He is so amazingly strong! he has the power to knock down walls like they are paper! he can lift the world with just one arm (or at least he lifts my world).&lt;br /&gt;He is a wonderful father and a great husband. He is my hero, my meano, mi amor.&lt;br /&gt;I love you Supermatt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953269460662704781-1241381377940597477?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1241381377940597477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=1241381377940597477' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/1241381377940597477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/1241381377940597477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2011/09/supermatt.html' title='Supermatt'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-7172879432350125918</id><published>2011-09-22T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T09:53:24.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Fever</title><content type='html'>Hace un par de dias lleve a Kiara al hospital pediatrico de Albany....PELIGRO......Me enamore de una pequenita de a penas 3 semanas, unas manititas y unos piecitos tan chiquitos, tan lindo! tan chiquitita comprada con mi Joshua de 19 libras y 7 meses! y aunque me digan loca, SI! cruzo por mi mente la idea de otro bebe! Culpo a mi doctor que me dijo "tu estas hecha para tener bebes".&lt;br /&gt;Asi que por lo pronto voy a acosar a mi Joshy, abrazandolo y besandolo y disfrutando de que todavia tiene olor de bebe, aunque ya no sea tan chiquititito es mi bebe aun!&lt;br /&gt;Tal vez tenga que comprar un cachorrito la proxima primavera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953269460662704781-7172879432350125918?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7172879432350125918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=7172879432350125918' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/7172879432350125918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/7172879432350125918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2011/09/baby-fever.html' title='Baby Fever'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-7633822688992551202</id><published>2011-09-19T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T10:38:52.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se me olvido!</title><content type='html'>Pues si me conocen, sabes que mi memoria es casi nula. Se me olvido que tenia blog! jajajaja. Pero bueno, ahora que he regreso hay bastantes actualizaciones que aplicar...&lt;br /&gt;Todavia sigo casada, mi Kiara ya tiene 2 aniversarios en su existir y tengo un varon de casi 7 meses. Lo escribo y no lo creo, me he convertido en una de esas mujeres que cuenta su vida con sus hijos!&lt;br /&gt;Si todavia hay alguien leyendo, perdon por dejarte tan olvidado! Si no, como casi siemrpe seguire hablando conmigo misma.&lt;br /&gt;En estos dias he estado pensado bastante en el rol de mujer cada quien llevamos a cabo, todo a raiz de mi amiga y su blog &lt;a href="http://unidroit.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://unidroit.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. En realidad, siempre he estado apartada de la vision moderna de mujer, creo que siempre me he caracterizado por mi "singular punto de vista" por no llamarme a misma ingenua.&lt;br /&gt;Creo que como mujeres vivioms bajo una enorme y constante presion, el perfeccionismo nace en nuestro ADN antes de que visitemos el hospital al nacer. Al menos, esa es mi humilde opinion acerca de mi perspectiva feminista. Aun como ama de casa, siento la presion de tener la casa impecable, los chilpayates en su mejor comportamiento y una cena digna de la mesa para diplomaticos de las Naciones Unidas. La trilogia que hasta ahor ano he podido alcanzar, todo eso sin mencionar tener tiempo y energia para el "mundo exterior" y encima dedicarle tiempo a tu marido que tanto amas. Es agobiante, agotador y, me he dado cuenta ultimamente imposible. Asi, que he hecho una tregua conmigo misma, mi casa puede estar como si una bomba taliban explotara en ella, mis hijos pueden bricar en sofa y ver tele, la cena puede ser hot dogs (aunque no las 3 anteriores al mismo tiempo, no vaya a venir el departamento de Servicios sociales a acusarme de negligencia) y yo puedo descansar sabiendo que no soy perfecta y estoy de acuerdo en ello.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953269460662704781-7633822688992551202?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7633822688992551202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=7633822688992551202' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/7633822688992551202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/7633822688992551202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2011/09/se-me-olvido.html' title='Se me olvido!'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-6506082553866283741</id><published>2009-07-23T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T18:07:36.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mermelada y pan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SmkJMLAL54I/AAAAAAAAAF8/CLtK45dstac/s1600-h/playa+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361826936077936514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SmkJMLAL54I/AAAAAAAAAF8/CLtK45dstac/s320/playa+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ayer mi dia transuccio bastante tranquilo, lluvia afuera y un poco de frio invitaban a hornear en la casa, asi que obedeci el llamado y comence mi tarea casera. Probe una nueva receta para pan de calabacita y termine hacer mermelada de fresa. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es dificil creer que sea yo quien escribe estas lineas, aquella joven que hace algunos anos sonaba con trabajar en Wall Street o el Banco Mundial, quien leia "El Financiero" diariamente y las discusiones sobre economia mundial en la Universidad eran la mayor diversion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoy me encuentro muy lejos de quien antes era, sin embargo, me siento mas "YO" que antes, me he convertido en aquella mujer de la que yo hacia burla, una "ama de casa", no cabe duda de que la vida tiene muchos mas apectos de los que uno alcanza a ver desde la perspectiva del presente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muy probablemente no trabajare en Wall Street, pero manejo la economia de mi hogar y su planeacion financiera, he cambiado los numeros de economia por medidas de tazas y cucharadas y ya no leo "El Financiero", ahora "Taste of Home" y "Home Journal" ocupan mi mesa. Sin embargo, me he dado cuenta que cualquier persona puede trabajar en Finanzas, leer sobre economia y divertirse con asuntos economicos mundiales (yo aun lo hago), pero solo hay un trabajo en el que nadie puede remplazarme (ni despedirme), para esta tarea especifica yo fui creada, exactamente yo y nadie mas, se me ha confiado una de las mayores responsabilidades, y privilegios, y por ello le agradezco a Dios, porque nadie mas puede ser mama de Kiara. &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/953269460662704781-6506082553866283741?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6506082553866283741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=6506082553866283741' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/6506082553866283741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/6506082553866283741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2009/07/mermelada-y-pan.html' title='Mermelada y pan'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SmkJMLAL54I/AAAAAAAAAF8/CLtK45dstac/s72-c/playa+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-7973992818597440686</id><published>2009-07-21T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T13:49:13.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi bebe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SmYnmKp8TeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/N9PQ7lZOUcM/s1600-h/DSC00686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361015943079939554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SmYnmKp8TeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/N9PQ7lZOUcM/s320/DSC00686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi bebe sigue creciendo! ya pesa 6.5 kilos, ya tiene conversaciones conmigo y se rie de lo que le platico (tan pequena y ya burlandose de su madre).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Los patrones de sueno ya se estan mejorando y comienza a ser mucho mas facil ser mama (en cuanto a la privacion de sueno).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada dia es una nueva aventura con mi chiquita, es increible que esta personita descubre todo por primera vez y es todo tan fascinante. Espero llegar a la altura de sus expectaciones (y las mias) al ensenarle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le gusta estar afuera y descansar en el pasto, escuchar el viento en los arboles y los sonidos de la naturaleza a su alrededor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta enamorada de su padre (no la culpo, yo tambien lo estoy) pero a la hora de dormir solo su mami es importante (no niego que me encanta).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tiene una personalidad muy fuerte, es obstinanda y cuando quiere algo no descansa hasta obtenerlo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Le gusta mucho la musica de banda y "el sinaloense" con la banda el recodo es su favorita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escucha con mucha atencion cuando le platico de mi tierra, mi hermoso Mexico que tanto amo y anhelo que ella conozca. Espero que muy pronto...&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/953269460662704781-7973992818597440686?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7973992818597440686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=7973992818597440686' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/7973992818597440686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/7973992818597440686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2009/07/mi-bebe.html' title='Mi bebe'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SmYnmKp8TeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/N9PQ7lZOUcM/s72-c/DSC00686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-2931813911247224269</id><published>2009-06-12T13:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:30:19.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mucho tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SjK6rWmb8lI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Lfl34oJl81A/s1600-h/mama+y+Kiara+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346540961606136402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SjK6rWmb8lI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Lfl34oJl81A/s320/mama+y+Kiara+024.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He dejado pasar sin actualizar mi sitio, por los pocos que todavia me visiten:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mi baby nacio el 14 de abril a las 10:51 (hora de NY) en Cooperstown NY y peso 6 libras y 14 onzas. La vida desde entonces ha cambiado mucho mas de lo que me hubiera podido imaginar. No he dormido mas de tres horas consecutivas desde hace....no lo recuerdo....me siento tan cansada que mi mente solo funciona por mitades....una mitad en el dia otra en la noche, pero cada vez que ella me ve y sonrie, mi mundo completo se ilumina y me siento la persona mas importante del mundo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No creo haber conocido amor tan grande o tan perfecto y profundo por alguien. Mi hija. Lo digo y mente no alcanza a comprenderlo por completo, tal vez porque solo la mitad de mi cerebro puede permanecer despierta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me llama mi hermosa hija.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953269460662704781-2931813911247224269?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2931813911247224269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=2931813911247224269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/2931813911247224269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/2931813911247224269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2009/06/mucho-tiempo.html' title='Mucho tiempo'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SjK6rWmb8lI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Lfl34oJl81A/s72-c/mama+y+Kiara+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-4780621392114195121</id><published>2009-02-19T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T10:55:57.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi visita a Mexico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SZ2rHafpzmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/40SrpGnX-Jk/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304584079971831394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SZ2rHafpzmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/40SrpGnX-Jk/s320/DSC00159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;El tiempo paso mas rapido de lo que me pude imaginar. Me parecio como un corto sueno. Disfrute de mi familia y mi bebe experimento mi pais a traves de mi, toda mi emocion y alegria al llegar y mis lagrimas al partir. Solo le pido a Dios que nos de la oportunidad de volvernos a ver muy pronto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953269460662704781-4780621392114195121?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4780621392114195121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=4780621392114195121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/4780621392114195121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/4780621392114195121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2009/02/mi-visita-mexico.html' title='Mi visita a Mexico'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SZ2rHafpzmI/AAAAAAAAAE8/40SrpGnX-Jk/s72-c/DSC00159.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-3006356643247924288</id><published>2009-01-07T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:02:43.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mexico here we come</title><content type='html'>Comienza la cuenta la regresiva...solo 2 dias mas hasta que mis pies vuelvan a pisar mi Mexico amado. Mi bebe sigue creciendo la presencia de esta nueva vida me llena de esperanza y felicidad, ademas de pataditas y nuevas sensaciones dentro de mi. Por lo demas la vida sigue sin mas acontecimiento por aca, esperando y esperando...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953269460662704781-3006356643247924288?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3006356643247924288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=3006356643247924288' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/3006356643247924288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/3006356643247924288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2009/01/mexico-here-we-come.html' title='Mexico here we come'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-1008886329099389222</id><published>2008-10-19T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T14:55:22.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>2 rayitas rosas</title><content type='html'>Llegue del trabajo directo al sanitario...no se por que, algo dentro de mi me impulso a tomar la prueba, no era necesario, no tenia retraso y la posibilidad era muy baja, sin embargo decidi tomarlo. Y asi fue como resulto, 2 rayitas rosas, positivo.Todavia siento ese vuelco en el estomago al darme cuenta de que es verdad, tengo una personita creciendo dentro mi. No puedo expresar todos los sentimientos que me invadieron, inmensa felicidad y panico indescriptible. Voy a ser mama. Mil cosas pasan por tu mente...como estoy preparada? realmente soy madura para proveer a esta nueva persona de todo lo necesario para la vida fisica, emocional, financiera y espiritualmente? No lo se. Solo se que Dios nos mando este milagro a mi y a Matt y si el creador de todo el universo confia en que podemos hacerlo, yo confio en El.&lt;br /&gt;Mi mente y mi cuerpo trabajan tiempo extra, estoy cansada la mayor parte del tiempo y las tareas cotidianas  parecen mas dificiles de lo normal y de acuerdo con toda la biblioteca sobre embarazo que recientemente adquiri todo se debe a mi bebe. Aunque no puedo culparlo(a) de todo, a veces solo tengo flojera y digo "estoy embarazada" y todo se justifica. Me encanta!&lt;br /&gt;Por lo demas, todo sigue igual, extarno mi casa, mi familia y mis amigos....en especial a mi Lidias.Me pregunto si algun dia comenzare a llamar a Sloansville mi casa? tengo grabado en mi subconsiente mi casa es Salamanca.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953269460662704781-1008886329099389222?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1008886329099389222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=1008886329099389222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/1008886329099389222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/1008886329099389222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2008/10/2-rayitas-rosas.html' title='2 rayitas rosas'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-5098576997135141298</id><published>2008-08-22T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T07:24:08.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oreos &amp; Baby clothes</title><content type='html'>Si! todavia sigo viva! Solo algo cansada y triste por haber despedido a m familia hace un par de semanas. Mientras estuvieron aqui me sentia TAAAAN feliz, me encantaba llegar del trabajo y saber que mi mama estaba en la casa esperando a darme un abrazo y mi papa ya habria hecho algo para ayudarme en la casa, mientras mi hermana ya tenia la cocina limpia. Pero sobre todo mi encantaba estar con ellos, no cabe duda de cuanto forman parte de mi, sin ellos no me siento del todo completa. Dejando la nostalgia de lado, nos divertimos bastante. Fuimos a Niagara Falls en Canada, Lake George, New York City  por supuesto y les mostre los alrededores del area donde vivo y entre risas y recuerdos de la familia que deje en mi adorada Salamanca, las tres semanas se pasaron mas rapido de lo que pude imaginar. Mande mil besos y abrazos a todos los que tanto extrano y ente otros regalitos mande oreos (si Lidias, son para ti, puedes recogerlas en mi casa cuando quieras) y ropa de bebe para mi sobrinito (Mayo's baby) que esta pronto a nacer. Sin mas por el momento, me despido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes! I am still alive! Just tired and sad since i said good bye to my family a couple weeks ago. While they were here I was SOOO happy, I loved coming home from work and knowing my mom was home, my dad had done something to help me and my sister had my kitchen clean. But mainly, I loved being with them, there is no doubt they are part of who i am, without them i feel uncompleted at all.  Putting my nostalgy a side, we had a lot of fun. We went to Niagara Falls, on the canadian side, lake George and of course New York City. I showed them around Schoharie County and between laughs and memories from my beloved Salamanca, 3 weeks went by faster than I could'veimagined. I sent a million kisses and hugs and among other things oreo cookies for my best friend (Yes Lidia, it is you) and baby clothes for my cousin's baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953269460662704781-5098576997135141298?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5098576997135141298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=5098576997135141298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/5098576997135141298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/5098576997135141298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2008/08/oreos-baby-clothes.html' title='Oreos &amp; Baby clothes'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-2329593828421645879</id><published>2008-07-03T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T13:52:58.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>Y de verdad tuve un feliz aniversario! Entre happy birthdays y feliz cumpleanos mi dia paso mas o menos asi. Desperte poco despues de la media noche cuando mi esposito me dijo un "happy birthday" con los ojos entrecerrados. Unas horas despues mi familia en Mexico me llamo y me felicito, puedo honestamente decir que esa llamada fue de mis momentos preferidos. Recibi un correo de la mejor amiga del mundo y por supuesto que te debo una rebanada de pastel tonta. Otra gente se acordo de mi y Matt me canto una cancion qu queria parecerse a "Feliz cumplianos e tu, feliz cumplia nos e tu, feliz cumplianos dear Irma, feliz cumplianos e tu" que lindo! Recibi tarjetas y flores, pero mi mejor regalo no llega sino hasta el sabado 12 de julio. Mi familia viene a visitarme! Este mes no pudo haber  comenzado mejor. Gracias a Dios por tantas bendiciones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953269460662704781-2329593828421645879?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/2329593828421645879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=2329593828421645879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/2329593828421645879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/2329593828421645879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-5593001864692489958</id><published>2008-06-25T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T17:04:14.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SGLc0Zk8JsI/AAAAAAAAACk/CZ19wh9m--Q/s1600-h/fresas+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215974111225587394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SGLc0Zk8JsI/AAAAAAAAACk/CZ19wh9m--Q/s320/fresas+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SGLc04C-xUI/AAAAAAAAACs/3ogtF5khXwE/s1600-h/fresas+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215974119404651842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SGLc04C-xUI/AAAAAAAAACs/3ogtF5khXwE/s320/fresas+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SGLc1TYn-JI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LW71EwqjXQY/s1600-h/fresas+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215974126743189650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SGLc1TYn-JI/AAAAAAAAAC0/LW71EwqjXQY/s320/fresas+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/953269460662704781-5593001864692489958?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5593001864692489958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=5593001864692489958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/5593001864692489958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/5593001864692489958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2008/06/fresas.html' title='Fresas'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SGLc0Zk8JsI/AAAAAAAAACk/CZ19wh9m--Q/s72-c/fresas+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-321534969906011184</id><published>2008-06-07T16:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T16:33:47.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Working Hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SEsaxHylSQI/AAAAAAAAACM/X_ff_NVLAW4/s1600-h/honeymoon2+265.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209286825191229698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SEsaxHylSQI/AAAAAAAAACM/X_ff_NVLAW4/s320/honeymoon2+265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SEsax_D8i1I/AAAAAAAAACU/6TCw2aHA0eg/s1600-h/honeymoon2+268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209286840028007250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SEsax_D8i1I/AAAAAAAAACU/6TCw2aHA0eg/s320/honeymoon2+268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SEsaysRTA9I/AAAAAAAAACc/0IwdvrUUP-w/s1600-h/honeymoon2+269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209286852163601362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SEsaysRTA9I/AAAAAAAAACc/0IwdvrUUP-w/s320/honeymoon2+269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/953269460662704781-321534969906011184?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/321534969906011184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=321534969906011184' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/321534969906011184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/321534969906011184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2008/06/working-hard.html' title='Working Hard'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SEsaxHylSQI/AAAAAAAAACM/X_ff_NVLAW4/s72-c/honeymoon2+265.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-7047416142149019118</id><published>2008-06-05T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T17:54:35.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honeymoon pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SEiKpOlr00I/AAAAAAAAABk/q1hJd9Jr-YI/s1600-h/honeymoon+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208565409949406018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SEiKpOlr00I/AAAAAAAAABk/q1hJd9Jr-YI/s320/honeymoon+048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SEiKpzYHhMI/AAAAAAAAABs/cIleUofn454/s1600-h/honeymoon+066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208565419824612546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SEiKpzYHhMI/AAAAAAAAABs/cIleUofn454/s320/honeymoon+066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SEiKqWnlr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/IeHtAIcbC-g/s1600-h/honeymoon+086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208565429284745058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SEiKqWnlr2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/IeHtAIcbC-g/s320/honeymoon+086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SEiKrDx9bgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/diFOf7Dh2z8/s1600-h/honeymoon+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208565441407839746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SEiKrDx9bgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/diFOf7Dh2z8/s320/honeymoon+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SEiKrRKBSVI/AAAAAAAAACE/sPVJ-QwnAeQ/s1600-h/honeymoon+171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208565444998416722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SEiKrRKBSVI/AAAAAAAAACE/sPVJ-QwnAeQ/s320/honeymoon+171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SEiJcYOlBGI/AAAAAAAAABc/4CS8c2K2HU8/s1600-h/honeymoon+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208564089686918242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SEiJcYOlBGI/AAAAAAAAABc/4CS8c2K2HU8/s320/honeymoon+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/953269460662704781-7047416142149019118?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7047416142149019118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=7047416142149019118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/7047416142149019118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/7047416142149019118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2008/06/honeymoon-pics.html' title='Honeymoon pics'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SEiKpOlr00I/AAAAAAAAABk/q1hJd9Jr-YI/s72-c/honeymoon+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-1828042089842559855</id><published>2008-05-08T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T11:41:14.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The man I love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SCNHMriGfYI/AAAAAAAAABU/VwEissHpgUw/s1600-h/primavera+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198076678085442946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SCNHMriGfYI/AAAAAAAAABU/VwEissHpgUw/s320/primavera+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He has the sweetest eyes I have ever seen, he can make me melt just by looking at me in that way he knows how. He can fix anything he sets his mind to, even when he broke it in the firts place (pink camera with coffee?). He can make me laugh so hard it makes my  tummy hurt, he loves playing with kids and wrestling on tv every friday night only brings the 10 year old in him. He has the power of turning my tears into smiles with A HUG. He has crossed countries for me, written poetry for me, waited and prayed for me, he has made my dreams come true. I love you with everything I am. Thank you for your love, Thank GOD for you.&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/953269460662704781-1828042089842559855?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/1828042089842559855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=1828042089842559855' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/1828042089842559855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/1828042089842559855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2008/05/man-i-love.html' title='The man I love'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/SCNHMriGfYI/AAAAAAAAABU/VwEissHpgUw/s72-c/primavera+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-4902398902694835679</id><published>2008-05-06T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:51:31.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream come true</title><content type='html'>Sueno hecho realidad...&lt;br /&gt;El telefono no dejaba de sonar, yo con tubos bajando la escalera para hablar con mi muy gay florista y preocupada por todos los detalles...el tiempo paso como en un sueno...y asi fue todo...un sueno...&lt;br /&gt;Llegamos justo a tiempo al templo...Camine hacia al altar de mano de mi papa, vi a Matt esperandome...tan guapo como siempre y mas aun en ese dia...Sus lagrimas inspiraron las mias y su mano guio mi mano durante toda la ceremonia, nos juramos amor divino eternamente frente a Dios y toda la gente que yo amo, aun siento el calor de su mirada y el amor en sus ojos...le entregue todo lo que soy frente a Nuestro Creador y el me correspondio, por un momento pude jurar que el Cristo de la Iglesia nos sonrio, nos regalo el uno al otro y nos unio por siempre. Escuche las campanitas y no pude evitar mas lagrimas de felicidad, sera posible tanto gozo?? Si lo es!&lt;br /&gt;La recepcio fue perfecta, ni una nube en mi cielo, solo un hermoso sol mexicano que nos acariciaba con sus rayos como queriendo ser parte de nuestra felicidad, la noche llego con fuegos artificiales celebrando nuestro amor. Todo lo recuerdo asi, como un sueno. Mi sueno hecho realidad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953269460662704781-4902398902694835679?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4902398902694835679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=4902398902694835679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/4902398902694835679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/4902398902694835679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2008/05/dream-come-true.html' title='Dream come true'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-4279396356544238682</id><published>2008-05-01T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:40:54.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are back!!!!</title><content type='html'>Estamos de regreso...y casados de nuevo!!!! No tengo mucho tiempo para escribir, solo quiero que sepan que llegamos a NY sanos y salvos, mas bronceaditos y mucho muy contentos! La boda estuvo perfecta y la luna de miel muy acontecida, despues les platicare de ello, por lo pronto mil gracias a todos en Mexico y todo mi amor a ustedes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And married again!! I dont have much time to write, just want to let you know we got to NY in one piece, tanner and much happier! The wedding was perfect and a crazy honeymoon, I will tell you about it later, for now, thank you to everybody in Mexico and all my love to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953269460662704781-4279396356544238682?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/4279396356544238682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=4279396356544238682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/4279396356544238682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/4279396356544238682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2008/05/we-are-back.html' title='We are back!!!!'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-8320843440340346057</id><published>2008-03-26T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T16:38:48.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre dos tierras</title><content type='html'>Estuve checando sitios de mis amigos, viendo fotos y muchos recuerdos entraron a mi mente, senti como si tuviera otra vida, otra yo...que deje atras en mi pais. No me malentiendan, soy muy feliz aqui, adoro a mi Matt y no podria pedir nada mas que lo que Dios me da cada dia. Sin embargo, me doy cuenta de que estoy entre dos tierras, dos culturas, dos mundos. Extrano a mis amigos, extrano mi ciudad y ese sentimiento de familiaridad. Extrano caminar por las calles y tener recuerdos en cada rincon, pasar po los lugares donde se creo mi vida tal y como la conoci y reafirmar en mi mente todos esos momentos.  No se si seria distinto si yo estuviera en mi amada metropoli, a final de cuentas los recuerdos solo viven en el pasado, en mi corazon, las personas cambian y tarde o temprano todo cambia por consecuencia, creo que es parte de crecer, dejar tu viejo y yo crear tu nueva persona, evolucionar y perfeccionarte, lo entiendo y lo acepto, pero esta nostalgia mia no desaparece, me hace sentir que deje todo atras y todo me ha dejado a mi.&lt;br /&gt;Amo vivir en mi mundo, el que yo me invente, entre mi ayer y mi hoy, entre mi sol y mi luna, mi salamanca y mi nueva york y a pesar de sus contradicciones sus alegrias y dificultades no preferiria estar en ningun otro lugar. En mi mundo en mi mezcla de  la que fui y la que soy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between two lands&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing through some of my friends websites and looking at some pictures a lot of memories came to my mind, memories of a life i have left behind, a world, a culture a different me. Don't get me wrong, I love being here with my beloved Matt, however i have come to realize I am between to lands. I miss my friends, I miss walking down streets that inspire memories in every corner, I miss seing those places that hold so much of who i am today,I miss that felling of familiarity that comes with it. Although I don't know if it would be different if i was still in my hometown, i mean memories just live and my mind and my heart people sooner or later "move on", they change and move. I understand it is all part of growinig up, evolving and perfectioning ourselves, however my nostalgy ignores it, makes me feel like i have left everything behind and everything has left me.&lt;br /&gt;I love living in my world, the one i have  created, between yesterday and today, between my sun and my moon, my salamanca and my NY with all their contradictions, joys and difficulties, I wouldn't rather be anywhere else, but here. In my world, a mix of who i once was and who i am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953269460662704781-8320843440340346057?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8320843440340346057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=8320843440340346057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/8320843440340346057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/8320843440340346057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2008/03/entre-dos-tierras.html' title='Entre dos tierras'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-7488786285619733764</id><published>2008-03-19T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T18:02:27.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/R-G2BFX_yBI/AAAAAAAAABE/uRkZoNpGjzA/s1600-h/primavera+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179621176191731730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/R-G2BFX_yBI/AAAAAAAAABE/uRkZoNpGjzA/s320/primavera+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally! Spring is showing at the door! and it is SOO welcomed!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so happy I can't wait to receive it completely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finalmente! La primavera se asoma a la puerta y es MUY bienvida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estoy tan feliz, no puedo esperar par arecibirla por completa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estas son plantitas que florecen primero y luego les salen las hojas, que bonitas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953269460662704781-7488786285619733764?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7488786285619733764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=7488786285619733764' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/7488786285619733764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/7488786285619733764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2008/03/primavera.html' title='Primavera'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/R-G2BFX_yBI/AAAAAAAAABE/uRkZoNpGjzA/s72-c/primavera+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-8620757884731562395</id><published>2008-03-11T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T14:55:28.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoptada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/R9bnHS1_8RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0SAmEK4mC_M/s1600-h/carol+in+CA+200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176578934212391186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/R9bnHS1_8RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0SAmEK4mC_M/s320/carol+in+CA+200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/R9bmty1_8QI/AAAAAAAAAA0/6yNVNUuvf-Q/s1600-h/carol+in+CA+199.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A little more than a year ago I went to live with my amazing family in California. I had a broken heart and a very tired spirit when I arrived to the Airport, I carried sadness and hopelessness in my baggage, however, something kept telling me going to spend some time with them was the right thing for me. I was right for so many more reasons that I inicially was awared of. But i should start this story from the begginig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My "blood cousin" is just a few years older than me and I remember being a little girl and thinking the world of her, she always seemed so pretty, so nice, so kind, so ladylike. She married a great man, and I was a flower girl in the bridal party. I remember everybody was saying she was going to go live in a "foreing land" far away called the United States (It seemed like a worl away for a little person like me).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some years later while i was going through some not so fun time in my life I called her to ask her if I could stay with them for a while. She said YES, she said, you dont even have to ask. So I did. In no time I was feeling as part of the family, not as a guest, they gave me all their trust, all their love and support. they help me get a job, they loaned memoney to get my car (a.k.a Michael Jackson), they healed my heart and gave me hope, they gave me back the ability to believe in myself, they even helped me forgive and make the best decision I have ever made, giving Matt another chance, and somewhere along the way I gave them my heart. I am so very thankful for my family in CA, I love them so dearly and my blood boils with pride just knowing that part of who i am is part of them. I love you my adopted family. And I miss you even more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hace poco mas de un ano fui vivir con mi increible familia en California. Tenia el corazon roto y el espiritu cansado cuando llegue al Aeropuerto, llevaba tristeza y desesperanza en el corazon y sin embargo, algo me decia  que ir a visitarlos era lo mejor para mi. Estaba en lo correcto por mas razones de las que imaginaba. Pero la historia comienza asi.&lt;br /&gt;Mi prima "de sangre" es tan solo unos anos mayor que yo y recuerdo ser una chicuelilla cuando la admiraba tanto, siempre tan bonita, tan buena, tan amable, tan "dama".Se caso con un gran hombre y yo fui pajecito en la boda. Recuerdo que todos decian que se iban a ir a una "tierra extrana" muy lejos, a Estados Unidos (se escuchaba como si estuviera al otro lado del mundo para alguien como yo).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algunos anos despues mientras yo vivia momentos no muy divertidos, le llame para pedirle asilo, a lo que repondio: Si, y no me tienes que preguntar. Asi que fui. Casi sin sentirlo pase de ser invitada a parte de la familia, me dieron su confianza, su amor y su apoyo, su generosidad va mas alla de lo que yo puedo expresar. Sanaron mi corazon y me regresaron la habilidad de creer an mi misma incluso me ayudaron a tomar la decision de volver con Matt, y durante ese tiempo les entregue mi corazon. Me siento tan agradecida por mi familia en CA, Los quiero con todo mi corazon mi familia adoptiva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953269460662704781-8620757884731562395?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/8620757884731562395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=8620757884731562395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/8620757884731562395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/8620757884731562395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2008/03/adoptada.html' title='Adoptada'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_cQ94rGQ27r0/R9bnHS1_8RI/AAAAAAAAAA8/0SAmEK4mC_M/s72-c/carol+in+CA+200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-7052632793498983949</id><published>2008-02-27T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T16:37:23.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>En el hoyo.</title><content type='html'>Hoy tenia una cita con el doctor. Asi que muy contenta me propuse arreglar todos los detalles para salir, esto implica limpiar el parabrisas del carro por la nieve que tenga encima, rasparlo en caso de que tenga hielo, quitar la nieve que se haya acumulado en el resto del auto, "calentarlo" por 20 minutos y hacerle camino ya que habia nevado bastante la noche anterior. Pues ahi me tienen como una pala quitando el hielo, ya muy vestidita y todo el rollo, yo muy feliz por haberme "adaptado" a este bendito clima. Ya que habia terminado toda la preparacion para sacar mi coche, muy habilidosamente, checo mis espejos y mido la distanciapara no resbalarme en la superficie congelada, me voy de reversa y.....toma chango tu banana. Que me voy de lado al pasto. Por supuesto que mi marido estaba trabajando asi que no contaba con la ayuda de nadie en la casa. Despues de poner sal (para que se derritiera el hielo) alrededor de las llantas, tratar de empujar el carro, mucho rezar e implorar que se hiciera livianito para yo con mis fuerzas sobrenaturales pudiera sacarlo del atascadero, pasaron 20 minutos que se sintieron como 20 horas y me di cuenta de que mis planes no iban a funcionar. Asi que llame a un amigo de matt que vino inmediatamente a mi rescate. En un minuto, literalmente, empujo el carro mientras yo aceleraba y ta ran! fuera del hoyo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953269460662704781-7052632793498983949?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/7052632793498983949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=7052632793498983949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/7052632793498983949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/7052632793498983949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2008/02/en-el-hoyo.html' title='En el hoyo.'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-6888072349116527105</id><published>2008-02-14T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T13:30:09.512-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little miracles</title><content type='html'>Ayer por la noche mientras Matt y yo veiamos el eclipse, muchos pensamientos cruzaron mi mente y me tome algunos minutos en el frio aire, contemplando las estrellas, por primera vez en un largo tiempo simplemente admire mi alrededor. Me di cuenta de que suelo encerrarme en mi pequeno mundo, con sus pequenos detalles y problemas sin ver el panorama completo. Me senti aliviada y me invadio una paz indescriptible, le di gracias a Dios por todos los pequenos milagros que me regala a diario y que yo simplemente ignoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Agradeci por lo mas importante en mi vida: Le di gracias por Matt, el hombre que me ama mas que a el mismo, que me entrega todo lo que el es, me aprecia, me impulsa a crecer, me rodea de detalles y me hace sentir un amor tan dulce y profundo como nunca antes habia sentido. Por una familia que me apoya y me quiere y me lo hace sentir a traves de la distancia, por su apoyo incondicional y todo su amor. Por una amiga cuya lealtad me sigue a donde yo vaya, por una promesa de amistad en preparatoria que ha pasado la prueba de tiempo y distancia. Por una vieja amistad con la que he reconectado y que me ha dado su carino y apoyo a pesar de no haber mantenido contacto por mucho tiempo, me ofrece su ayuda sin dudar.  Por el dia a dia en una tierra extrana que se empieza a sentir como hogar, por todo lo que a veces olvido y que tengo el privilegio de poseer. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953269460662704781-6888072349116527105?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6888072349116527105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=6888072349116527105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/6888072349116527105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/6888072349116527105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-miracles.html' title='Little miracles'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-6296689950096052107</id><published>2008-02-09T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T14:04:05.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The countdown begins</title><content type='html'>And my brain is going 100 miles per second thinking of all the details for this wedding. I am so excited and so scared! I have just about 2 months to do it all from choosing the flowers to loosing those extra pounds from all those Christmas treats.&lt;br /&gt;So please wish me luck and patience for Matt while he has to put up with this bridezilla!!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I almost forgot, haha, the date is April 19th 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El conteo regresivo comienza&lt;br /&gt; Y mi cerebro se acelera a 100 millas por segundo pensando en todos los detalles para esta boda. Estoy muy emocionada y asustada! Tengo menos de dos meses para hacerlo todo desde escoger las flores hasta bajar esos kilitos que subi esta Navidad!&lt;br /&gt;Asi que por favor deseenme suerte y paciencia para Matt que tiene que lidiar conmigo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Por cierto la fecha es el 19 de Abril, 2008.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953269460662704781-6296689950096052107?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/6296689950096052107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=6296689950096052107' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/6296689950096052107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/6296689950096052107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2008/02/countdown-begins.html' title='The countdown begins'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-5310517316576125556</id><published>2008-02-04T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T08:49:51.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pizza,  french fries  and soda</title><content type='html'>"Welcome to the United States" said the letter i just got. Finally! after so much paper work, burocracy and prayer my permanent residency, permit to travel and work permit have arrived. It is funny how i got them all the same day since it usually takes longer time for the residency, therefore you apply for the other two permits first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my sweet husband took me out to celebrate and we had my second favorite food (the frist one is tacos of course) pizza, french fries and soda  for dinner. It might sound modest but honestly it is one of my  favorites, i love soaking my pizza on tabasco sauce and enjoying my food next to my favorite guy in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am SO excited and I cant wait to start with all the wedding planning, I am starting to freak out! so much to do and so little time. We are so happy and thank God everything went smooth and quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bienvenido a los Estados Unidos" decia la carta que acabo de recibir. Al fin! despues de tanto papeleo, burocracia y oracion mi residencia permanente, permiso de viaje y de trabajo han llegado. Es curioso que los permisos hayan llegado al mismo tiempo que la residencia, dado que los primeros se tramitan debido a la tardanza de la residencia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por supuesto que mi lindo esposo me llevo a celebrar y cenamos mi segunda comida favorita (la primera son tacos por supuesto) pizza, papas a la francesa y refresco. Puede sonar algo modesto pero de verdad es de mis favoritas, me encanta empaparla en salsa tabasco y disfrutar mi comida junto a mi hombre favorito en todo el mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estoy muy emocionada y no puedo esperar para iniciar todos los planes para la boda, me comienzo a estresar con todos los preparativos y tna poco tiempo! Le agradecemos a Dios que todo se resolvio tan simple y rapido.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953269460662704781-5310517316576125556?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/5310517316576125556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=5310517316576125556' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/5310517316576125556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/5310517316576125556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2008/02/pizza-french-fries-and-soda.html' title='Pizza,  french fries  and soda'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-953269460662704781.post-3591423413305937613</id><published>2008-01-27T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T11:02:15.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nosotros</title><content type='html'>Pues aqui estamos...recien casados y viviendo en NY. Que puedo decir? Que Dios nos ha bendecido con este amor y la increible historia detras de el. Soy mexicana (y muy orgullosa de ello) y mi guapo esposo tiene sangre irlandesa por sus venas. Decidimos comenzar este diario para mantenernos en contacto con nuestra familia y amigos....asi que bienvenidos a esta porcion de nuestras vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we are...just married and living in Upstate NY. What can I say? God has blessed us with this love and an amazing story about it. I am mexican (and very proud of it) and my handsome husband has green irish blood running through his veins. We decided to start blogging to keep in touch with our family and friends...so welcome to this portion of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irma &amp;amp; Matt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/953269460662704781-3591423413305937613?l=martinezcoyle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/feeds/3591423413305937613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=953269460662704781&amp;postID=3591423413305937613' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/3591423413305937613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/953269460662704781/posts/default/3591423413305937613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://martinezcoyle.blogspot.com/2008/01/nosotros.html' title='Nosotros'/><author><name>IMC</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15457625152626168926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GObsQNi2fIk/ToPOdQ3BZbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9XTs6o-yLnA/s220/joshua%2B499.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
