<?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-5828317283266233006</id><updated>2011-07-30T17:32:00.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Light At The End Of The Tunnel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cloburgio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828317283266233006/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cloburgio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CLoBurgio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467694059507286598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828317283266233006.post-7522289174803824420</id><published>2009-10-15T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T11:41:26.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Poor Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;So my little baby girl Sofia just turned one last week. OMG they really do grow up fast. So yesterday my poor baby had to get her yearly shots. They had to give her 5 shots...WTF  I have no idea why they can't just give one big one. Her poor little legs have little punctures all over them. I hate those shots. Today is no better. She feels like crap and is crying at everything. She is walking around crying, sitting and crying, I hold her and still all she wants to do is cry.  Then again I would be too.&lt;br /&gt;Time for a LONG nap....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828317283266233006-7522289174803824420?l=cloburgio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cloburgio.blogspot.com/feeds/7522289174803824420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cloburgio.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-poor-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828317283266233006/posts/default/7522289174803824420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828317283266233006/posts/default/7522289174803824420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cloburgio.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-poor-baby.html' title='My Poor Baby'/><author><name>CLoBurgio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467694059507286598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828317283266233006.post-796226974199398872</id><published>2009-10-12T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T12:51:47.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO_GYugW_AY/Std5kpO-g9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/YFAOsXXf9VE/s1600-h/IMG_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO_GYugW_AY/Std5kpO-g9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/YFAOsXXf9VE/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392912749250380754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOFIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This week my baby girl turned one. People always told me that "they gro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;w up fast" but I never really believed them until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back at this year and think about how much my life has changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me first give you a little history about me. I have P.C.O.S and the Dr.'s told me that I  would probably never be able to have a baby. You see, my husband and I had tried for almost a year to conceive. We did the hormone shots, the insemination and nothing worked. I was devastated to say the least. Every month I would take a pregnancy test and pray that I was pregnant. But NOTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I decided to stop trying for a little while and try again after the holidays were over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it was January and I was ready to start trying again. This time I did not get my hopes up to high just in case. Well nothing happened in January, at least I did not think so. It was a few weeks before Valentines Day and I remember being overly tired. So I took a pregnancy test and it came back POSITIVE. So I took 5 more tests just to make sure. I WAS FINALLY PREGNANT.  I wanted to tell my husband SO bad but I thought this would be a amazing gift to give him on Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to October 5th, 2008. I remember my husband and I were driving to the hospital so that I could be induced. We stopped by "Woody's" pizza for our last "single" meal together.&lt;br /&gt;I was TERRIFIED to give birth. I was in hard labor for over 27 LONG hours.  But it only took me 4 mins to push her out. (Sorry have to brag about that). LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then things took a turn for the worst when I started to hemorrhage. I remember looking at my husband and my new baby girl and wondering if I was going to make it. I kept asking God to please keep me alive so that I could enjoy the precious gift that he just blessed my family with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few hours went by and I remember that my legs were completely nub , my husband was holding our baby girl and I could do nothing but look at them with pride. I was so thankful that God healed me and that I was going to be able to be a Mother to this beautiful little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;whole year&lt;/span&gt; has gone by.  And to think that we stayed up with her every night just to make sure she was O.K. My husband and I even took "shifts" throughout the night. Then when she was about 6 months old we  finally put her in her own crib and then we would just stay up and watch the monitor all night. LOL&lt;br /&gt;We stated to get some sleep when we could no longer stay awake. WHAT WERE WE THINKING.....LOL&lt;br /&gt;If I would have only known....&lt;br /&gt;This year has been the hardest and the most rewarding year that I have ever had. I am so happy being a wife and a Mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5828317283266233006-796226974199398872?l=cloburgio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cloburgio.blogspot.com/feeds/796226974199398872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cloburgio.blogspot.com/2009/10/growing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828317283266233006/posts/default/796226974199398872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828317283266233006/posts/default/796226974199398872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cloburgio.blogspot.com/2009/10/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up......'/><author><name>CLoBurgio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467694059507286598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO_GYugW_AY/Std5kpO-g9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/YFAOsXXf9VE/s72-c/IMG_0048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828317283266233006.post-8199325776484179231</id><published>2009-09-26T21:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:55:59.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Light At The End Of The Tunnel.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO_GYugW_AY/Sr7vK3zNmEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7SLJLAmQNA4/s1600-h/IMG_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO_GYugW_AY/Sr7vK3zNmEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7SLJLAmQNA4/s320/IMG_0248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386005174438172738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well its been a month since my Father took his own life.  I think this has been the WORST month I have ever had. My Father was only in his early 50's.  He was a great man who love life,  however his depression took over. I miss my Father VERY much, I think about him everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The day that I viewed him at the funeral home I promised him that his death would not be in vain.  I promised him that I would make him proud of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My Father left me with NOTHING.  No note,  no letter, no life insurance, no money in the bank.  He was renting a very small house that had a TON of crap in it. That is all he left for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That was the day I swore that I would NEVER leave my Husband or Daughter with nothing if something were to happen to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have been a stay at home mom for almost a year.  I don't have a life insurance policy, I did not have much in my bank account (after I had to pay  for the entire funeral) and that left me with a very sick feeling in my stomach.  So I found an amazing company that has allowed me to stay at home and start putting money away for my loved ones.  It has given me hope for the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;So, I guess there was a "small light at the end of the tunnel".  Rest In Peace Dad, We LOVE you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;http://MyJourney2Wealth.com&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828317283266233006-8199325776484179231?l=cloburgio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cloburgio.blogspot.com/feeds/8199325776484179231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cloburgio.blogspot.com/2009/09/light-at-end-of-tunnel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828317283266233006/posts/default/8199325776484179231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828317283266233006/posts/default/8199325776484179231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cloburgio.blogspot.com/2009/09/light-at-end-of-tunnel.html' title='The Light At The End Of The Tunnel.'/><author><name>CLoBurgio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03467694059507286598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO_GYugW_AY/Sr7vK3zNmEI/AAAAAAAAAAM/7SLJLAmQNA4/s72-c/IMG_0248.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
