<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115006942032206003</id><updated>2009-10-23T05:27:26.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nina Delgado</title><subtitle type='html'>"trying to understand life and live it the best way i know how"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669023341894092485</uri><email>nina.wannebo@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115006942032206003.post-2165497231206929352</id><published>2009-06-12T15:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:17:27.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SkAe2r46QfI/AAAAAAAAASI/tgu86WLdMnE/s1600-h/4584_86949652682_543017682_2066744_1114760_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350310282159342066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SkAe2r46QfI/AAAAAAAAASI/tgu86WLdMnE/s320/4584_86949652682_543017682_2066744_1114760_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     im married!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115006942032206003-2165497231206929352?l=ninadelgado.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/feeds/2165497231206929352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115006942032206003&amp;postID=2165497231206929352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/2165497231206929352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/2165497231206929352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/2009/06/im-married.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669023341894092485</uri><email>nina.wannebo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00506469146454327032'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SkAe2r46QfI/AAAAAAAAASI/tgu86WLdMnE/s72-c/4584_86949652682_543017682_2066744_1114760_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115006942032206003.post-7063250760587683151</id><published>2009-04-03T17:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:42:46.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SejLivolWNI/AAAAAAAAASA/AtFe17kQ7x0/s1600-h/engagement+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SejLivolWNI/AAAAAAAAASA/AtFe17kQ7x0/s320/engagement+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325730357128288466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IM ENGAGED!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115006942032206003-7063250760587683151?l=ninadelgado.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/feeds/7063250760587683151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115006942032206003&amp;postID=7063250760587683151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/7063250760587683151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/7063250760587683151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-engaged.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669023341894092485</uri><email>nina.wannebo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00506469146454327032'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SejLivolWNI/AAAAAAAAASA/AtFe17kQ7x0/s72-c/engagement+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115006942032206003.post-4865902975606998077</id><published>2009-03-10T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T13:15:37.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>frustrations...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SbbIpKs7EOI/AAAAAAAAARA/zuqEyhnvN2M/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SbbIpKs7EOI/AAAAAAAAARA/zuqEyhnvN2M/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311653420103045346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; some of the little things that are frustrating me at the moment...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*texting...i always end up taking things out of context i guess... ever thing you text more information to people and get a two word response??? i do... maybe i should write two or three word texts... &lt;br /&gt;*not enough hours in the day to do everything i need and want to do&lt;br /&gt;*school schedual...&lt;br /&gt;*work schedual [even though im gratful to have a job]&lt;br /&gt;*family schedual [having to schedual time to be with my family, even though they dont think about my life schedual and usually blow me off... then complain about me never hanging out with them]&lt;br /&gt;*not having my own money on hand to do what i want to...[like escape to the movies like i used to do by my self everyonce in a while when things get to much for me...i miss going to the movies...]&lt;br /&gt;*wanting to relax but not having time to schedual a minute or two for relaxation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* HAVING TO SCHEDUAL MY LIFE!!!!...  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SbbIpsTUCBI/AAAAAAAAARI/SdiW0mT7AmU/s1600-h/frustration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SbbIpsTUCBI/AAAAAAAAARI/SdiW0mT7AmU/s320/frustration.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311653429122435090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115006942032206003-4865902975606998077?l=ninadelgado.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/feeds/4865902975606998077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115006942032206003&amp;postID=4865902975606998077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/4865902975606998077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/4865902975606998077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/2009/03/frustrations.html' title='frustrations...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669023341894092485</uri><email>nina.wannebo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00506469146454327032'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SbbIpKs7EOI/AAAAAAAAARA/zuqEyhnvN2M/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115006942032206003.post-3429912893037156882</id><published>2009-03-04T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:05:49.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter at the San Diego Wild Animal Park for his birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;26!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/Sa91C5tUt6I/AAAAAAAAAQY/VmJioPwTzeo/s1600-h/peter+birthday+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/Sa91C5tUt6I/AAAAAAAAAQY/VmJioPwTzeo/s320/peter+birthday+141.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309591178404214690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/Sa91CqtWGxI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/P2jxIUpMf4k/s1600-h/peter+birthday+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/Sa91CqtWGxI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/P2jxIUpMf4k/s320/peter+birthday+033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309591174377773842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/Sa91Cb47ezI/AAAAAAAAAQI/0UuveUKv7DY/s1600-h/peter+birthday+026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/Sa91Cb47ezI/AAAAAAAAAQI/0UuveUKv7DY/s320/peter+birthday+026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309591170399828786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/Sa91CFliYjI/AAAAAAAAAQA/tOfslBiT-PI/s1600-h/peter+birthday+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/Sa91CFliYjI/AAAAAAAAAQA/tOfslBiT-PI/s320/peter+birthday+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309591164412912178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/Sa91Bx26Y_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/-38rAb06Pmk/s1600-h/peter+birthday+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/Sa91Bx26Y_I/AAAAAAAAAP4/-38rAb06Pmk/s320/peter+birthday+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309591159117079538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;US...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/Sa94_q1gL3I/AAAAAAAAAQo/GO6hUBw-oXE/s1600-h/peter+birthday+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/Sa94_q1gL3I/AAAAAAAAAQo/GO6hUBw-oXE/s320/peter+birthday+034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309595520918892402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115006942032206003-3429912893037156882?l=ninadelgado.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/feeds/3429912893037156882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115006942032206003&amp;postID=3429912893037156882' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/3429912893037156882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/3429912893037156882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/2009/03/peter-at-san-diego-wild-animal-park-for.html' title='Peter at the San Diego Wild Animal Park for his birthday!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669023341894092485</uri><email>nina.wannebo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00506469146454327032'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/Sa91C5tUt6I/AAAAAAAAAQY/VmJioPwTzeo/s72-c/peter+birthday+141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115006942032206003.post-7689359618080445751</id><published>2009-02-25T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T21:52:50.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>just a reaffirming post to let everyone on here know that i love Peter Wannebo and am grateful to have him in my life! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115006942032206003-7689359618080445751?l=ninadelgado.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/feeds/7689359618080445751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115006942032206003&amp;postID=7689359618080445751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/7689359618080445751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/7689359618080445751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/2009/02/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669023341894092485</uri><email>nina.wannebo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00506469146454327032'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115006942032206003.post-6215631771885294530</id><published>2009-02-14T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:32:07.709-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines day =]</title><content type='html'>I know everyone looks forward to Valentines day as either the best day thatthey are going to spend with the one that they love, or they look at it as a way to celebrate Single Awarness day [S.A.D] and now i can say i have been on both sides! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had never had a real valentine before, always seemed something went wrong before i got the chance to spend it with someone which made it all the more special that Peter and I are together. I didnt know what to expect actually and thought i would just go with the flow of what ever happens becasue i am NOT a girl who demands that someone pay all attention to me... i was more worryied that i wasnt going to make it memorable enough for him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter told me that he ordered my Present, and haha, silly guy, i knew exactly what it was... dont ask me how i knew but i did... he was all excited and then asked if he could tell me since he doesnt like to keep things that he gets for people from them... i asked if he would let me guess... so i did. i should have played it out longer but i guessed right away that it was a camera... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.likecool.com/Gear/Camera/Nikon%20COOLPIX%20S550/Nikon-COOLPIX-S550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 470px; height: 326px;" src="http://www.likecool.com/Gear/Camera/Nikon%20COOLPIX%20S550/Nikon-COOLPIX-S550.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this camera to be exact!&lt;br /&gt;so then on Friday we went to Best Buy after he got off work and picked it up... =]&lt;br /&gt;he was sooo excited! [i was too, but it was fun watching him be all excited and it showed how much he loved me... ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made a scrapbook and filled some of the pages with pictures that we already haev together and then left room to fill the other pages as we take more pictures [haha with my new camera of course!!!] and a FROG wooden Valentine "Card", because he is my prince... i didnt have to kiss many forgs to find him though.. thank goodness for his sake and mine!! haha, just kidding ;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then tonight we went out to Oceanside for dinner [we were going to go to Downtown Disney, but had a change of plans that ended up changing even more] so we went to &lt;br /&gt;Harbor Fish and Chips, a place i have gone since i was 4 years old and my grandfather had his boat docked in the Harbor at Oceanside, and we ate then went down to the water... &lt;br /&gt;this is a picture of the Harbor where the Fish and Chips is located... its fabulous! =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SZfDPnMuHEI/AAAAAAAAAN8/NF7gjAH83SU/s1600-h/.....p.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SZfDPnMuHEI/AAAAAAAAAN8/NF7gjAH83SU/s320/.....p.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302921759239838786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we walked and talked and it was nice to be out with the calming of the waves... i told him that i would really like to dance with him [i love dancing with him] and so we put on OUR song [Save Room, by John Legend]&lt;br /&gt; [Funny thing is when we are in the car and are talking about John Legend, we talk about the CD like it was a rweal person "peter, where is john at?" "i dont know, he`s not in his case..." haha...he is the best] and Slow Danced out on the bech in the dark. it was very nice. I really truly had a great day, and i love Peter more than i can say! he makes me so happy =]... this was a perfect day &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115006942032206003-6215631771885294530?l=ninadelgado.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/feeds/6215631771885294530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115006942032206003&amp;postID=6215631771885294530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/6215631771885294530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/6215631771885294530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentines day =]'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669023341894092485</uri><email>nina.wannebo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00506469146454327032'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SZfDPnMuHEI/AAAAAAAAAN8/NF7gjAH83SU/s72-c/.....p.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115006942032206003.post-1704856807015897559</id><published>2009-02-03T09:59:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T09:59:37.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>... my morning</title><content type='html'>this morning i woke up and everything was fine, i got ready to leave my house to take my sister to Denny`s [i was going to let her skip seminary this once] for the free brekfast deal, and when i went to start my car it wouldnt start. that was random... and not very appreciated... i left NO lights on in my car, my ipod was not plugged in, and no doors were left open... [trust me being a nanny i had issues with peoples cars not starting becasue of doors being left open... ] so i started getting upset as to what i could have possibly done wrong, that would cause this to happen. my mom told me to call Triple A and have then come jump start it for me so i could go buy a new battery. they sent someone from Yucipa and i had to wait 50 minutes for them to get to my house. im glad they came but was not to thrilled when the guy said that my battery was shot and i needed to get a new one. now its about 7:40 and my class out in Norco has already started so i was pretty sure that i wasnt even going to make it for class which makes me upset becasue i am really wanting to learn now and i dont like missing out on stuff becasue then i feel left behind.... then NONE of the places i went to were open yet... they all opened at 8 am... i cant shut off my car because then it wont start again, so i have to drive around for 15 minutes till one of the places opens up... i had exactly a hundred dollars to get a new battery and have it installed in my car which doesnt leave me a lot of room to play with becasue i have an odd battery i guess... the first place wanted 109.78 to do it all... then i went to Pep Boys and they said they could do it for 99.79. a small tender mercy from the Lord i have no doubt. by the time they installed the battery it was 8:45 and now i still have to take my sister to school, and worry about if i can make it in time for class... i didnt think i would so i have to skip today. but i cant miss my afternoon class so ill be driving out to Norco around 2 so i can make it. im sorry if i seem ungrateful or rude, becasue i know that the lord showed me several blessings this morning but i wonder, why me... what lesson do i need to learn other than patience, and perserverence? i could have been in class learning about chemistry. im sure there is a reason that im not seeing here... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i havent ruined your morning or day by letting this all out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115006942032206003-1704856807015897559?l=ninadelgado.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/feeds/1704856807015897559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115006942032206003&amp;postID=1704856807015897559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/1704856807015897559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/1704856807015897559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-morning_03.html' title='... my morning'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669023341894092485</uri><email>nina.wannebo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00506469146454327032'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115006942032206003.post-7417144126849997684</id><published>2009-01-30T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T00:58:03.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>most amazing thing ever...</title><content type='html'>Constantly my heavenly Father is looking out for me and truly knows my thoughts and the inner most workings of my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explanation....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week since Monday I have been having a rough time at school. For one thing i go all the way out to Norco RCC for this winter intersession, and am away all day. i feel like i have lost connections with people since i only see some people on Sundays. I see Peter everyday with out fail and since we have been together i think we have gone maybe a grand total of like 7 days all together with out seeing each other at least once in a day. crazy huh? anyway, i have been having a hard time being alone at a school where i know absolutly no one, and feel distanced from Peter because we dont even have anything planned when we both get home around 530 or 6... we just know we want to be around each other. i love that. just being around him. he lights up my day. so i have been thinking that i wasnt doing so well in the being a nice person department and there are reasons for that. i just havent felt up to it. so just when i thought i was being left alone and no know understands me or appreciates me, and after venting to my LoLo [Laura, a simply wonderful daughter of our Heavenly Father] that i just needed to be shown that someone loves me [selfish i know], Peter came to pick me up so we could go watch something funny at his house so i could laugh. He gave me some books i had left in his car and had been freaking out earlier in the day, and i noticed his hand was behind his back. i took the books from him and he told me he had something else for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never had my heart stutter or skip a beat before, but now i can tell you it did. i KNEW what he had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not even 5 minutes before that i had been talking to LoLo about boys and Flowers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he pulled out from behind his back a Single Red Rose all wrapped and tied with a little red Ribbon. my heart was full and it really proved to me that my heavenly father loves me enough to pay attention and knows what i need. it was not the material thing [THE ROSE] but the meaning behind it. it meant to me that Peter loved me enough to take time to think about me and go pick it up and surprise me with it. i have never been so happy in my life. =] He is the most amazing boyfriend ever and i love him 3 dollars worth... (maybe ill tell you how that came to be... its been in my family for years =] )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SYLA0_NfJzI/AAAAAAAAAN0/dKpTAGYd10A/s1600-h/0130090027b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SYLA0_NfJzI/AAAAAAAAAN0/dKpTAGYd10A/s320/0130090027b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297008128294856498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do not doubt that the Lord knows what you need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115006942032206003-7417144126849997684?l=ninadelgado.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/feeds/7417144126849997684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115006942032206003&amp;postID=7417144126849997684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/7417144126849997684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/7417144126849997684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/2009/01/most-amazing-thing-ever.html' title='most amazing thing ever...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669023341894092485</uri><email>nina.wannebo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00506469146454327032'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SYLA0_NfJzI/AAAAAAAAAN0/dKpTAGYd10A/s72-c/0130090027b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115006942032206003.post-4051094617263420706</id><published>2009-01-25T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T01:00:18.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the new President....</title><content type='html'>These are the lyrics to a song by Canadian punk band Propaghandi, sums up how I feel pretty well.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE STATE-LOTTERY&lt;br /&gt;"Does it seem strange to you? The confetti. The balloons. The mile-wide grins and the victory dance to welcome in the heir to a state of (utter and complete) disrepair? Because it sure seems strange to me: they’re acting like they won the fucking lottery! I mean, shouldn’t they feel terror at the task that lies ahead: to feed and house the people that this system’s left for dead. And could I have hit the nail much harder on the head? It’s profits before lives. They are motivated by greed. First they taught us to depend on their nation-states to mend our tired minds, our broken bones, our bleeding limbs. But now they’ve sold off all the splints and contracted out the tourniquets and if we jump through hoops then we might just survive. Is this what we deserve? To scrub the palace floors? To fight amongst ourselves? As we scramble for the crumbs they spit out, frothing at the mouth about the scapegoats that they’ve chosen for us. With every racist pointed finger I can hear the goose-steps getting closer.&lt;br /&gt;They no longer represent us so is it not our obligation to confront this tyranny?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115006942032206003-4051094617263420706?l=ninadelgado.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/feeds/4051094617263420706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115006942032206003&amp;postID=4051094617263420706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/4051094617263420706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/4051094617263420706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-preisdent.html' title='the new President....'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669023341894092485</uri><email>nina.wannebo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00506469146454327032'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115006942032206003.post-5175993476653505403</id><published>2009-01-20T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:32:20.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amazing people in my life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SZhs0KbdToI/AAAAAAAAAPI/eisBN1sbMJ8/s1600-h/n543017682_1155705_8503.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SZhs0KbdToI/AAAAAAAAAPI/eisBN1sbMJ8/s320/n543017682_1155705_8503.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303108204637277826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Peter, i love him so much and eventually we will be married and sealed in the Newport Temple. He is the love of my life and is so good to me. he calls me beautiful and secretly i love it. he is so handsome to me and i love just looking at him. he makes me feel good about my self and i love just being around him. he is the only one i want to be around sometimes because he makes everything at ease when he is just there. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SZhs8jCE5aI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/prfLmSGeXRY/s1600-h/0118091339a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SZhs8jCE5aI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/prfLmSGeXRY/s320/0118091339a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303108348680660386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kayleigh, she keeps me strong when things get hard and is always there to listen to me  rant and rave and babble about nonsense, but in the end she is a true and amazing friend to me and truly my sister at heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SZhtfSUVu2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/8OMSWvz3Ubg/s1600-h/rae2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SZhtfSUVu2I/AAAAAAAAAPY/8OMSWvz3Ubg/s320/rae2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303108945489279842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*RAE, my sister, she is the one that i have always been close too and love to talk to because she never fails to make me laugh. she can make me cry and then turn around a little while later and make up for it by being her nerdy self and laughing it up with some silly movie quote. i never get tired of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SZhtsbQb2jI/AAAAAAAAAPg/BvHa9-UXFfU/s1600-h/l_4a7ded3b8107ae88e3d4d4b673ffb5c0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SZhtsbQb2jI/AAAAAAAAAPg/BvHa9-UXFfU/s320/l_4a7ded3b8107ae88e3d4d4b673ffb5c0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303109171227122226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Tanya, my mom, has been there for me and put up with so much, sometimes i get a little tired of the nagging but i suppose she has to get in as much as she can before i leave for good and she cant boss me around anymore.. she has stuck her neck out for me and helped me when i was at an all time low and never thought anything of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am really appreciative of all of these people. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115006942032206003-5175993476653505403?l=ninadelgado.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/feeds/5175993476653505403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115006942032206003&amp;postID=5175993476653505403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/5175993476653505403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/5175993476653505403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/2009/01/amazing-people-in-my-life.html' title='amazing people in my life....'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669023341894092485</uri><email>nina.wannebo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00506469146454327032'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SZhs0KbdToI/AAAAAAAAAPI/eisBN1sbMJ8/s72-c/n543017682_1155705_8503.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115006942032206003.post-3598135184775848975</id><published>2009-01-17T19:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:27:56.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>day at Oceanside =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SXLL0rypecI/AAAAAAAAANk/o4_waAwgysc/s1600-h/0117091739a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SXKpaNAp3cI/AAAAAAAAAME/5DXkpEdPAEI/s320/0117091521a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292478779747851714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SXKpZybC2pI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9s6Xb0E2ouA/s1600-h/0117091525b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SXKpZybC2pI/AAAAAAAAAL8/9s6Xb0E2ouA/s320/0117091525b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292478772610783890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115006942032206003-3598135184775848975?l=ninadelgado.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/feeds/3598135184775848975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115006942032206003&amp;postID=3598135184775848975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/3598135184775848975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/3598135184775848975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-at-oceanside.html' title='day at Oceanside =]'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669023341894092485</uri><email>nina.wannebo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00506469146454327032'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SXLL0rypecI/AAAAAAAAANk/o4_waAwgysc/s72-c/0117091739a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115006942032206003.post-2943555092172800534</id><published>2009-01-13T11:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T11:37:21.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>school, and life...</title><content type='html'>I get up at 5 (maybe 530 when i am extra tired) and am out the door and on the way to take my sister to seminary by 6:10, then its on the freeway for the 30 minute drive to school... Yep I go to RCC Norco. I have a class at 7:35 in the morning which gives me time to sit and read for a little before class. then I have from 10 until 2:50 when my next class starts. That class is over at 5 and then its time to jump back on the freeway to come home. I get home by like 6, maybe 6:15... depending on how bad traffic is. When i get home it seems like i don't have enough time to spend with Peter [who i absolutely want to be with] and or my Mom and Sister. its hard to divide my time but the way i see it, my mom and sister have had me for a long time and now its time to give me up to someone who is wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i got to talk to Kayleigh, my sister from another Mister... haha, she is absolutely amazing, and wonderful and just all around who i would like to emulate on day! She is coming down here to CALI with her roommate from USU and I am super Excited to see her and excited to meet her roommate! [Rachel, or Rachael?] its going to be a great weekend! =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115006942032206003-2943555092172800534?l=ninadelgado.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/feeds/2943555092172800534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115006942032206003&amp;postID=2943555092172800534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/2943555092172800534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/2943555092172800534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/2009/01/school-and-life.html' title='school, and life...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669023341894092485</uri><email>nina.wannebo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00506469146454327032'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115006942032206003.post-8355275564701566964</id><published>2009-01-12T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:04:45.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Every man is afraid of something. That's how you know he's in love with you; when he is afraid of losing you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Love is saying 'I feel differently' instead of 'You're wrong.'”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“The worst thing you can do for love is deny it; so when you find that special someone, don't let anyone or anything to get in your way.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Love is what makes two people sit in the middle of a bench when there is plenty of room at both ends”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115006942032206003-8355275564701566964?l=ninadelgado.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/feeds/8355275564701566964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115006942032206003&amp;postID=8355275564701566964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/8355275564701566964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/8355275564701566964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/2009/01/every-man-is-afraid-of-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669023341894092485</uri><email>nina.wannebo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00506469146454327032'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115006942032206003.post-1710045860328399831</id><published>2009-01-12T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T14:07:27.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i agree... =]</title><content type='html'>i came across this quote and i agree with it =]... i like to think that this is how i am...or at least i know it is how i want to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.”&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115006942032206003-1710045860328399831?l=ninadelgado.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/feeds/1710045860328399831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115006942032206003&amp;postID=1710045860328399831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/1710045860328399831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/1710045860328399831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-agree.html' title='i agree... =]'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669023341894092485</uri><email>nina.wannebo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00506469146454327032'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115006942032206003.post-8539018906120156651</id><published>2009-01-09T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:36:16.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you remember when,</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://designicons.harrods.com/images/barbie-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 432px;" src="http://designicons.harrods.com/images/barbie-large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life was so simple? when all we had to worry about was whose drive way we were going to play with chalk on, or were we going to ride our bikes really really fast down the street or just kinda slow, or how many times around the neighborhood we were going to go. i remember one of the biggest things was trying to decide whose house we would play Barbies at. i had a big collction and cars and a HUGE house my dad made for me, but my friend Missy, had about the same if not bigger collection. each one of us always wanted to play with the other persons Barbies at their house. i sure do miss the simple days. now kids are having to figure out Wii systems and as they get older are now being introduced to mroe and more awful things. i wish we could go back a few years...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115006942032206003-8539018906120156651?l=ninadelgado.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/feeds/8539018906120156651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115006942032206003&amp;postID=8539018906120156651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/8539018906120156651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/8539018906120156651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-you-remember-when.html' title='do you remember when,'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669023341894092485</uri><email>nina.wannebo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00506469146454327032'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115006942032206003.post-5536481888183092453</id><published>2009-01-08T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:33:56.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Earthquakes</title><content type='html'>tonight while i was at LoLos house there was an earthquake. it shook from the bottom of the house and i could hear it rumbling before i felt it. i thought someone was jumping on the stairs before i realized what it was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earthquakes scare me but i never told too many people becasue i dont want them to say, "oh suck it up, its not like the earth is going to open up and swallow you" becasue that may just happen.. .you dont know... they are just scary and i kind of freak out inside... i got im my car to leave and started crying while i was driving and i dont know why. i just know that i wanted to be with peter at that moment, but he was across town and i guess was checking on baby sara, making sure she was ok, when i had to ask him if he was ok,i just wanted to say to him that i felt so alone. but i didnt because i didnt want him to worry about me. i try to be tough... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway i just dont like earthquakes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115006942032206003-5536481888183092453?l=ninadelgado.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/feeds/5536481888183092453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115006942032206003&amp;postID=5536481888183092453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/5536481888183092453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/5536481888183092453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/2009/01/earthquakes.html' title='Earthquakes'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669023341894092485</uri><email>nina.wannebo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00506469146454327032'/></author><thr:total 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change themselves so they can be better, or so they wont be the same as last year? &lt;br /&gt;I enjoy being myself. I don't change for anyone and when I do change it is for me. =] When I look around at all the people I used to know in 2008, I am sad to say that I don't talk to, or would rather not talk to. that is one change I had to make. you can never hang out with people who bring you down. Some of them I had gone through some hard times in my life and helped with hard times in their lives. I sometimes think that I end up being the better friend, only because I know in my heart that my intentions are in the right place. sounds like I am tooting my own horn huh? I'm not trying to, but I do realize that after being a friend to someone who doesn't ever let you know that they appreciate what you do, and always take and take and take, that that is not a healthy type of person to be around. I have always been a giver. I will give until the day that I die. I have a lot of love in my heart and have a hard time telling people NO. I want to please everyone. I always have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a random thought, but I was watching a movie recently, and a man bought a bouquet of flowers for this girl, someone he had been friends with for along time, and I was trying to think in my head, was it a special holiday? why did he buy her flowers? turns out he was just so happy that she had come home from a trip and wanted to give her something nice. how sweet is that? I don't think men should buy their girls flowers all the time but every once in a while it is nice. to show how much someone means to you that you thought of them when you saw a flower. Flowers are delicate and sweet. I intend to surround my home with flowers because they have been known to change the mood of the room. I want my home to be light and full of love. what a special way to make it like that. if everyone just had flowers what a wonderful day I believe we would have. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115006942032206003-7512756732619262968?l=ninadelgado.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/feeds/7512756732619262968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115006942032206003&amp;postID=7512756732619262968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/7512756732619262968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/7512756732619262968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-still-same-ole-me.html' title='New year... still same ole me...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669023341894092485</uri><email>nina.wannebo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00506469146454327032'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115006942032206003.post-8664561407921918280</id><published>2009-01-01T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T10:51:07.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!</title><content type='html'>2009, this is going to be a good year i can feel it =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115006942032206003-8664561407921918280?l=ninadelgado.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115006942032206003.post-4352923170940980322</id><published>2008-12-30T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T08:48:13.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hair</title><content type='html'>and the reason we dye and cut and beautify is what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent about 3 and a half hours last night bleaching, washing, putting pink dye in, then washing, blowdrying and styling my sisters hair. i must admit that it looks good. the whole time i was thinking, "why did i agree to do this?"but she asked me to and i agreed and had to follow through on my promise to her. i used to think i wanted to go to Cosmotology school and be a beautician. but i dont like wearing makeup too much and i like doing my hair but i cant seem to get that into it when doing someone elses hair. like cutting or simple styles. i LOVE to do formal hair styles. to me it is considered art. i can create and make it look unique. i only get a few chances to do that though when prom or winter formal come up. so i would have to say that now Cosmotology is not one of my passions. i did have fun though with my sister and i havent laughed thathard in i dont even know when. its been a while. she can make me laugh so hard i am literally crying, and she doesnt even have to do anything. i love her, and am glad she is my sister. =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115006942032206003-4352923170940980322?l=ninadelgado.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/feeds/4352923170940980322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115006942032206003&amp;postID=4352923170940980322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/4352923170940980322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/4352923170940980322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/2008/12/hair.html' title='hair'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669023341894092485</uri><email>nina.wannebo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00506469146454327032'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115006942032206003.post-4443110186737800032</id><published>2008-12-23T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T10:32:34.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the holidays...</title><content type='html'>i had the most awful day yesterday. i used to think that if i was nice and polite then people would see it and be the same way back to me. usually that is whathappens... but when you work somewhere like i do, [Mervyns] which is going out of buisness in a few days [5 days to be exact], you see peoples true colors. i got called a B-word and told i was pulling a race card becasue i asked to see the inside of the bag of a "african american" woman. i almost laughed. how can i be pulling a race card when i do the same thing to mexicans and white people too?? thats is what she said though and then told me she had half a mind to return her things and get her money back... i almost laughed out loud. i wanted to tell her she was stupid becasue she was just told that all sales are final. NO EXCEPTIONS... i would have liked to see her try to return them...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115006942032206003-4443110186737800032?l=ninadelgado.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/feeds/4443110186737800032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115006942032206003&amp;postID=4443110186737800032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/4443110186737800032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/4443110186737800032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays.html' title='the holidays...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669023341894092485</uri><email>nina.wannebo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00506469146454327032'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115006942032206003.post-7040954085034585739</id><published>2008-12-22T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:50:05.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>peter and i at the thanksgiving dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SU_FHG9nUwI/AAAAAAAAALs/i0aUdWpP4Wo/s1600-h/1221082142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SU_FHG9nUwI/AAAAAAAAALs/i0aUdWpP4Wo/s320/1221082142.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282657613847679746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115006942032206003-7040954085034585739?l=ninadelgado.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/feeds/7040954085034585739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115006942032206003&amp;postID=7040954085034585739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/7040954085034585739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/7040954085034585739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/2008/12/peter-and-i-at-thanksgiving-dinner.html' title='peter and i at the thanksgiving dinner'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669023341894092485</uri><email>nina.wannebo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00506469146454327032'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SU_FHG9nUwI/AAAAAAAAALs/i0aUdWpP4Wo/s72-c/1221082142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115006942032206003.post-8944740510129647156</id><published>2008-12-20T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:52:06.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>living Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SU_FsdlYUPI/AAAAAAAAAL0/k3JHO0auX5Y/s1600-h/living+christmas+tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SU_FsdlYUPI/AAAAAAAAAL0/k3JHO0auX5Y/s320/living+christmas+tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282658255575208178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is a pagent put on by a church in Banning [ Life Point Church] and it is wonderful... as my sister put it, "&lt;strong&gt;i feel like im in a 7th Heaven episode&lt;/strong&gt;" the music was fun and cute to watch and the preaching wasnt so bad. i respect other churches and am not one to put down anothers faith because in the grand scheme of things we are all praying to the same God. this is a time of Year to celebrate the Birth of our Savior and although i was not in one of our church buildings i really did feel the spirit. they have their hearts in the right place and i understand that. it was a program that you could tell they worked for a long time on. the christmas tree was amazing, i have  apicture of it but not when it was all lit up....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115006942032206003-8944740510129647156?l=ninadelgado.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/feeds/8944740510129647156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115006942032206003&amp;postID=8944740510129647156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/8944740510129647156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/8944740510129647156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/2008/12/living-christmas-tree.html' title='living Christmas Tree'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669023341894092485</uri><email>nina.wannebo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00506469146454327032'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SU_FsdlYUPI/AAAAAAAAAL0/k3JHO0auX5Y/s72-c/living+christmas+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115006942032206003.post-7442627420227604358</id><published>2008-12-17T08:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T09:04:46.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my Deal</title><content type='html'>when someone says &lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;what is your deal?&lt;/blockquote&gt; .:angry tone:. i always think in my head, what is my deal?&lt;br /&gt;how many times have i had a thought in my head that has nothing to do with anything around me, sometimes I think I have a mind of a child. i am easily amused which is why i like weird and funny songs with out profanity, dumb little Christmas movies that i have watched with my family for years, i talk to my animals sometimes as if they can answer me back, and i am pleased with the simple things in life. i am not an expensive girl, in no way shape or form, i have lived through tough times as i am sure many people have and i don't see it as a set back. of course i would like for my future children to have better than i did but i already knew they will for the little fact that i [as their birth mother] will love them more than anything in the world. also even before they are born they will have it better than i had it. my birth mother [Suezan] was not married to my father [Jose] when any one of us 3 kids were brought into this world. she smoke drank and did drugs while pregnant. will i do any of those things? NO.. i will be married before i start a family, i don't drink and smoke and i will never do drugs. i can go back even further, for my mother was not a member of a church that i know of. she did not have the Gospel of Jesus Christ in her life. may i one up her already. i belong to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. I am so proud to be a member and be raised in this church by my wonderful Mother Tanya. I try not to dwell on the fact that the world is crumbling because i cant help it. i cant change the fact that people years ago did not think before they took out serious actions in the government that i have no idea about in the first place. i know i should be worrying about this hard time and yet i am content with living my life the way i always have. and i can do that. i don't spend money like its going out of style, because it already has gone out, since i was not raised to be frivolous with my money. yes it is hard and i struggle with it but i don't go crazy. i will continue to go to church like we have been told that we should. i will continue to pray and read my scriptures because i have been told to and know that it is the right thing to do. i will continue to love my family through all the grief that they give me because at the end of they day they are still my family. i will continue to love Peter and watch it grow on a daily basis because i do love him and i do want to be with him for the rest of my life and the one hereafter. that's me. simple. secure. [sometimes]. &lt;br /&gt;that, is &lt;strong&gt;my deal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115006942032206003-7442627420227604358?l=ninadelgado.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/feeds/7442627420227604358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115006942032206003&amp;postID=7442627420227604358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/7442627420227604358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/7442627420227604358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-deal.html' title='my Deal'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669023341894092485</uri><email>nina.wannebo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00506469146454327032'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115006942032206003.post-7320905453949739890</id><published>2008-12-16T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:55:25.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>in need of some serious Madea time!</title><content type='html'>i have this sudden urge to go rent and watch some good Madea plays!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115006942032206003-7320905453949739890?l=ninadelgado.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/feeds/7320905453949739890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115006942032206003&amp;postID=7320905453949739890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/7320905453949739890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/7320905453949739890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/2008/12/in-need-of-some-serious-madea-time.html' title='in need of some serious Madea time!'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669023341894092485</uri><email>nina.wannebo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00506469146454327032'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1115006942032206003.post-8775344569299654043</id><published>2008-12-16T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T07:52:22.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SUfOjM0M2vI/AAAAAAAAALk/eGm6eAqRJgQ/s1600-h/20060628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SUfOjM0M2vI/AAAAAAAAALk/eGm6eAqRJgQ/s320/20060628.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280416192246110962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the point where i realize how much more i should have been paying attention in class, or how much more i should have been reading my textbook, or taking better notes..[even though i have spiral notebooks filled with notes from this semester alone] ... and now it comes the time to test what i know. all i can do now is pray... and pray hard!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SUfOjP0mq8I/AAAAAAAAALc/l0ZUgunbCeA/s1600-h/2008-05-05-finals-week.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SUfOjP0mq8I/AAAAAAAAALc/l0ZUgunbCeA/s320/2008-05-05-finals-week.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280416193053109186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1115006942032206003-8775344569299654043?l=ninadelgado.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/feeds/8775344569299654043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1115006942032206003&amp;postID=8775344569299654043' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/8775344569299654043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1115006942032206003/posts/default/8775344569299654043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ninadelgado.blogspot.com/2008/12/finals.html' title='Finals...'/><author><name>Nina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669023341894092485</uri><email>nina.wannebo@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00506469146454327032'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3LLiJsAT95w/SUfOjM0M2vI/AAAAAAAAALk/eGm6eAqRJgQ/s72-c/20060628.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>