<?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-1585317793645268184</id><updated>2012-01-20T12:07:52.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Me &amp; Findley</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>173</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-4387646684981565068</id><published>2012-01-18T14:58:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T15:04:25.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Totally not a Nerd</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e07H6v9HRSg/TxdArQ7AzFI/AAAAAAAAA74/dIuWOIs_g7I/s1600/2011-12-05%2B09.56.28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699094965481688146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e07H6v9HRSg/TxdArQ7AzFI/AAAAAAAAA74/dIuWOIs_g7I/s320/2011-12-05%2B09.56.28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of months ago my sweet husband brought home about 6 different types of nerds candy. Not because he thinks I'm a nerd but because with my last pregnancy I craved nerds like nobodies business. I would eat the movie size box of nerds almost daily in one sitting and it was amazing. So he thought since i'm pregnant again I would want the same thing (which was nice of him). Then he walked in our bathroom and saw all 3 pregnancy test. The nerd candy then took on a new meaning. He decided I was a huge nerd because I took 3 tests. I would probably still be taking test to this week except my belly is popping and I've heard a heart beat so I'm going to just bank on that, that I'm pregnant. In July Finn is going to be a big brother and he is going to love it, whether he likes it or not, he'll learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-4387646684981565068?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/4387646684981565068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=4387646684981565068&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/4387646684981565068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/4387646684981565068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2012/01/totally-not-nerd.html' title='Totally not a Nerd'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e07H6v9HRSg/TxdArQ7AzFI/AAAAAAAAA74/dIuWOIs_g7I/s72-c/2011-12-05%2B09.56.28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-5497015031848636653</id><published>2012-01-18T10:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T10:23:20.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I lived in the 50's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iYdC4VUbV-M/Txb7r_WHjEI/AAAAAAAAA7s/xrbpemw9yMs/s1600/gym.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iYdC4VUbV-M/Txb7r_WHjEI/AAAAAAAAA7s/xrbpemw9yMs/s320/gym.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699019111641091138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I always say I wish i lived in the 50's.  I know no time is perfect but it seemed so much more innocent then what times are now.  Well that's what the movies portray, so it must be true.  It seemed like you can walk anywhere, any time and there weren't a million news stories about someone getting killed or attacked.  There wasn't internet so, lets be honest, pornography wasn't a click of a button away.  You had to go buy magazines and embarrass yourself.  There wasn't cell phones and text messaging.  People had to actually talk to each other.  You couldn't get confused by what you thought somebody meant because you are actually speaking to them face to face.  Times just seemed so much more simple and though I love some technology I think I could do without most of it.  Also thick,plump,and curvy was the way to be back then.  Anorexia, boney, stick straight is the way now.   If you got hips like Marilyn, now a days would mean you're over weight.  But look at her she's gorgeous and thick and I love it. Yes I was I lived in simpler times where I didn't have to worry every day who's skinner then me, what a certain text message meant, and what's popping up unexpectedly on my soon to be teenagers computer.  Maybe one day I won't have to worry or  just not care any more....but I doubt it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-5497015031848636653?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/5497015031848636653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=5497015031848636653&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/5497015031848636653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/5497015031848636653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-wish-i-lived-in-50s.html' title='I wish I lived in the 50&apos;s'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iYdC4VUbV-M/Txb7r_WHjEI/AAAAAAAAA7s/xrbpemw9yMs/s72-c/gym.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-4721852286569031229</id><published>2011-10-11T14:28:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T14:47:29.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Findley Jon turns 1</title><content type='html'>Findley Jon turned 1 on October 2nd. He had a party on the 1st and everything went smoothly with no rain and all sun. He loved opening presents and cried when it came to cake. He is the most handsomest boy I know and I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msVChtpOUu4/TpSpn4YLUeI/AAAAAAAAA6w/IY9ZqRgOjes/s1600/IMG_2262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662337134125339106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msVChtpOUu4/TpSpn4YLUeI/AAAAAAAAA6w/IY9ZqRgOjes/s320/IMG_2262.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved his new Mickey Mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WK0qquEAWKc/TpSpnTNIsDI/AAAAAAAAA6k/ylFv_H-_1VM/s1600/IMG_2240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662337124146917426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WK0qquEAWKc/TpSpnTNIsDI/AAAAAAAAA6k/ylFv_H-_1VM/s320/IMG_2240.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing Mohawk beanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4rvi8DoAj2E/TpSpJ0QohMI/AAAAAAAAA6U/FQwBK6dLSro/s1600/IMG_2169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662336617623880898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4rvi8DoAj2E/TpSpJ0QohMI/AAAAAAAAA6U/FQwBK6dLSro/s320/IMG_2169.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just reading new books in his new tie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pwroZ0BZ0H4/TpSpJdrJkBI/AAAAAAAAA6I/zYGlScXWaZI/s1600/IMG_2217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662336611561082898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pwroZ0BZ0H4/TpSpJdrJkBI/AAAAAAAAA6I/zYGlScXWaZI/s320/IMG_2217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy little family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yzMJFlpEb8/TpSpIbiyAHI/AAAAAAAAA58/5LoVIEKEXW0/s1600/IMG_2148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662336593809244274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2yzMJFlpEb8/TpSpIbiyAHI/AAAAAAAAA58/5LoVIEKEXW0/s320/IMG_2148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sad about his cake, which was delicious pumpkin. He doesn't even know what he is missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GieJwUS0Bok/TpSpH3ZcFVI/AAAAAAAAA5w/xSPyZc4Njc4/s1600/IMG_2118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662336584106382674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GieJwUS0Bok/TpSpH3ZcFVI/AAAAAAAAA5w/xSPyZc4Njc4/s320/IMG_2118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So BIG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kLYrbeyylPg/TpSpHiCVXnI/AAAAAAAAA5k/4agI6ZERTt4/s1600/IMG_2111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662336578372329074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kLYrbeyylPg/TpSpHiCVXnI/AAAAAAAAA5k/4agI6ZERTt4/s320/IMG_2111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at cousin Sid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XWkj-5xWPro/TpSoSosHFxI/AAAAAAAAA5U/hnp-2Pi5B-c/s1600/IMG_2098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662335669625100050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XWkj-5xWPro/TpSoSosHFxI/AAAAAAAAA5U/hnp-2Pi5B-c/s320/IMG_2098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating his lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fESfytNOLgM/TpSoSOtmwiI/AAAAAAAAA5I/QkPrH6bAGcc/s1600/IMG_2090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662335662652047906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fESfytNOLgM/TpSoSOtmwiI/AAAAAAAAA5I/QkPrH6bAGcc/s320/IMG_2090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie bar and cupcakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lhNJtWB9w7U/TpSoRsSQXoI/AAAAAAAAA48/hsLpoDSnBEI/s1600/IMG_2067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662335653410528898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lhNJtWB9w7U/TpSoRsSQXoI/AAAAAAAAA48/hsLpoDSnBEI/s320/IMG_2067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinwheels and books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jbui1uSgkr0/TpSoRCqeAjI/AAAAAAAAA4w/c1Uhovyx2QY/s1600/IMG_2062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662335642237796914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jbui1uSgkr0/TpSoRCqeAjI/AAAAAAAAA4w/c1Uhovyx2QY/s320/IMG_2062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finn is still playing with the balloons almost 2 weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lOueq5xUrU4/TpSoQ0qNzrI/AAAAAAAAA4k/SPlzVUyjrYM/s1600/IMG_2054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662335638478638770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lOueq5xUrU4/TpSoQ0qNzrI/AAAAAAAAA4k/SPlzVUyjrYM/s320/IMG_2054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-4721852286569031229?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/4721852286569031229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=4721852286569031229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/4721852286569031229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/4721852286569031229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/10/findley-jon-turns-1.html' title='Findley Jon turns 1'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-msVChtpOUu4/TpSpn4YLUeI/AAAAAAAAA6w/IY9ZqRgOjes/s72-c/IMG_2262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-8249540620396590612</id><published>2011-09-10T13:11:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-10T13:54:07.869-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Arizona</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apparently talking about my breast size, or lack thereof wasn't enough about our Arizona trip. Although that was the highlight of my trip we did much more then discover I am a small child. We swam a lot the week leading up to the wedding. What else can you really do in the beautiful dry heat of Arizona? Joe however managed to go golfing 3 times, go to a diamondbacks game and an ASU game. I swam, Joe went on many adventures. Finn discovered a couple new things. He loves to "read". Every time we are in the car he was reading a book, even if it's upside down he'll still read it, he's that talented. He loves naked time with his cousins and he loved crawling around on the splash pad. He did learn that if you look inside a hole water well come out of it and it well splash you in the face. My son may like a lot of things, but he did not like that surprise. I got yelled at by a grumpy German man for taking pictures of my sleeping son in the temple waiting room. He actually threatened to take my camera away, can they even do that? I'm pretty sure he's still upset about the whole Hitler thing, and someone should let him know that only nice people are supposed to be working in the temple. At the reception we danced the night away. Well we danced until Finn fell asleep, which was 8:30. I then watched the Latinos dance the night away while holding a sleeping, sweating baby. We spent time with cousins and Aunts and Uncles, ate Neilsons, ate some more, played a weak round of Hearts and swam some more. It was hot but worth it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;*Side note that has nothing to do with Arizona: my husband makes the best Fettuccine Alfredo. I just ate some left overs and I have never had Alfredo better than his. In fact we don't even eat at Italian restaurants really anymore because anything Italian his family makes is 100 times better then anything at sick Olive Garden or any other Italian restaurant . You know it's good when at the end of the Alfredo there is a pile of butter and oil in the bowl. Thank you Joe for making the best Alfredo ever! Now some pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy new couple, Eli &amp;amp; Mila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vjLd_SK_KgE/Tmu_LliH5iI/AAAAAAAAA4c/uelT9Whh2e8/s1600/IMG_6626.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650820363241121314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vjLd_SK_KgE/Tmu_LliH5iI/AAAAAAAAA4c/uelT9Whh2e8/s320/IMG_6626.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Book worm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CRZmWrm5tjk/Tmu4nLZKIrI/AAAAAAAAA4U/xZJ4pBcBKhw/s1600/IMG_6635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650813140679140018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CRZmWrm5tjk/Tmu4nLZKIrI/AAAAAAAAA4U/xZJ4pBcBKhw/s320/IMG_6635.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesa temple waiting for Eli &amp;amp; Mila &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u19GKx_72p0/Tmu4m8oNO8I/AAAAAAAAA4M/yHcbqm2Chfw/s1600/IMG_6630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650813136715725762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u19GKx_72p0/Tmu4m8oNO8I/AAAAAAAAA4M/yHcbqm2Chfw/s320/IMG_6630.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was totally worth it to get yelled at for this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dDmlJg2vK5k/Tmu4mgExRrI/AAAAAAAAA4E/u0_3zMns37U/s1600/IMG_6625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650813129050900146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dDmlJg2vK5k/Tmu4mgExRrI/AAAAAAAAA4E/u0_3zMns37U/s320/IMG_6625.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 2 handsome boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ysTss-y_0bg/Tmu4S9KjxeI/AAAAAAAAA38/7Ei4Em40ADA/s1600/IMG_6619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650812793262425570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ysTss-y_0bg/Tmu4S9KjxeI/AAAAAAAAA38/7Ei4Em40ADA/s320/IMG_6619.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splash Pad Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kDZOpavm5go/Tmu4Smhil2I/AAAAAAAAA30/A7oBThlow0s/s1600/IMG_6611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650812787184801634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kDZOpavm5go/Tmu4Smhil2I/AAAAAAAAA30/A7oBThlow0s/s320/IMG_6611.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting shot in the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sli_aOSsCmQ/Tmu4SUSZR_I/AAAAAAAAA3s/y1p--WBWAQs/s1600/IMG_6608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650812782289438706" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sli_aOSsCmQ/Tmu4SUSZR_I/AAAAAAAAA3s/y1p--WBWAQs/s320/IMG_6608.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't even know what's coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGNiydBY33U/Tmu4SEh_DYI/AAAAAAAAA3k/sv10dQswnV8/s1600/IMG_6606.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650812778059861378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZGNiydBY33U/Tmu4SEh_DYI/AAAAAAAAA3k/sv10dQswnV8/s320/IMG_6606.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naked Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yo3wgu0_oss/Tmu4R-O_IPI/AAAAAAAAA3c/k3E_RoKipOQ/s1600/IMG_6578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650812776369561842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Yo3wgu0_oss/Tmu4R-O_IPI/AAAAAAAAA3c/k3E_RoKipOQ/s320/IMG_6578.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_hRdDEIK2EM/Tmu3v3ExhbI/AAAAAAAAA3U/FINPevzZuAQ/s1600/IMG_6575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650812190332126642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_hRdDEIK2EM/Tmu3v3ExhbI/AAAAAAAAA3U/FINPevzZuAQ/s320/IMG_6575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying Finn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HE6s1TvT9NA/Tmu3vjoYKMI/AAAAAAAAA3M/y2oqwLtVnFA/s1600/DSCN9961.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650812185112750274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HE6s1TvT9NA/Tmu3vjoYKMI/AAAAAAAAA3M/y2oqwLtVnFA/s320/DSCN9961.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conkling Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RY_Xc3jHrRs/Tmu3vWT3GoI/AAAAAAAAA3E/KHynTaVonAk/s1600/DSCN9938.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650812181537036930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RY_Xc3jHrRs/Tmu3vWT3GoI/AAAAAAAAA3E/KHynTaVonAk/s320/DSCN9938.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance Dance, you know it's serious when you get the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4FI-RlVy6qA/Tmu3vYATxUI/AAAAAAAAA28/ecMfE1JFdiM/s1600/DSCN9909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650812181991900482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4FI-RlVy6qA/Tmu3vYATxUI/AAAAAAAAA28/ecMfE1JFdiM/s320/DSCN9909.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom with the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PexTNWPr34/Tmu3vDa3QSI/AAAAAAAAA20/XJKyhtbbRdg/s1600/DSCN9911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650812176466133282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9PexTNWPr34/Tmu3vDa3QSI/AAAAAAAAA20/XJKyhtbbRdg/s320/DSCN9911.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-8249540620396590612?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/8249540620396590612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=8249540620396590612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8249540620396590612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8249540620396590612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/09/arizona.html' title='Arizona'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vjLd_SK_KgE/Tmu_LliH5iI/AAAAAAAAA4c/uelT9Whh2e8/s72-c/IMG_6626.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-8313141250270852372</id><published>2011-09-06T17:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T17:28:54.165-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jf31VLxTInE/TmaqSrOLjsI/AAAAAAAAA2s/-YS4XSoJOeM/s1600/Photo_Effects.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649390020399435458" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jf31VLxTInE/TmaqSrOLjsI/AAAAAAAAA2s/-YS4XSoJOeM/s320/Photo_Effects.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This last week my whole family went on over to Arizona for my brother Eli's wedding. Mine and Tyler's families made a vacation out of it and stayed in Scottsdale the week leading up to the wedding. Since Jeff and Joe golfed basically every day, Tyler and I made a little shopping trip to a store called Last Chance. It's not Nordstroms, it's not Nordstroms Rack, it's what comes after Nordstroms Rack and it is amazingly cheap. We got shirts for a dollar (dolla holla), $150 pencil skirts for $4.97, $50 shorts for $5.97, you get my point it was extremely cheap. Just ask Tyler she of course found out how much she would have spent compared to what she did spend, it doesn't even make sense. Anyways when we got home I was looking at my recite to see how much everything was. I know I got 3 kids belts for .97 cents and they were listed as LC Kids AP. While looking down I found 2 other things listed under LC Kids AP. for $3.97 (as shown above). I was confused as to what else I bought in the kids section and then it clicked. Yes I bought 2 kids bras that fit like a glove. Thank you Finn for tricking me into thinking I would have big breast after children when in fact I now have smaller breast then I did before and I now have to shop in the kids sections for bras. At least I finally have some bras that fit.&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/1585317793645268184-8313141250270852372?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/8313141250270852372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=8313141250270852372&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8313141250270852372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8313141250270852372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/09/last-chance.html' title='Last Chance'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jf31VLxTInE/TmaqSrOLjsI/AAAAAAAAA2s/-YS4XSoJOeM/s72-c/Photo_Effects.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-3048230184214806891</id><published>2011-08-15T14:46:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T15:08:06.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZK9xwXfPPUk/TkmGBR-F-BI/AAAAAAAAA2c/u5jIIl60LQo/s1600/IMG_6532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641187364820088850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZK9xwXfPPUk/TkmGBR-F-BI/AAAAAAAAA2c/u5jIIl60LQo/s320/IMG_6532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made it a whole 4 years and we are still happy and married. this year we didn't have just one day of celebration, well Joe did, but I had 12 days. Everyday Joe left a note behind explaining what well happen on that certain day. I felt like a little kid waiting for Santa every morning. I am so grateful to you, Joe, for making me feel loved every day( with or without gifts). I know , I know as years go on and we get into double digits the anniversaries are going to be interrupted with kids and with the busyness of life, but I'll take what I can get for now. So from now on I well be expecting the 12 days of our anniversary every year. Just joking, but seriously do it. Thank you Josh and Court for getting married so I could give my number out to Thurm and Brock. Which led to me stocking Joe and asking Thurm for his number. So I guess I owe a thank you to Thurm too for first making me feel stupid in asking for Joe's number but then said he was joking and gave it to me. I'm so glad I wore the yellow skirt the day I did and dropped it like it was hot to get Joe to recognize me. Again thank you yellow skirt, rap music, girl's choice slow dance and Joe for not waiting for me to ask him to dance on girl's choice. Thank you for taking a chance on me and making me the happiest wife, now mom, ever. I love you and am excited for our many more anniversaries ( and awesome present ideas...again just joking, but seriously...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-3048230184214806891?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/3048230184214806891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=3048230184214806891&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3048230184214806891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3048230184214806891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-4-years.html' title='Happy 4 years'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZK9xwXfPPUk/TkmGBR-F-BI/AAAAAAAAA2c/u5jIIl60LQo/s72-c/IMG_6532.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-5850920105601786310</id><published>2011-08-01T09:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T10:31:11.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>temptation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MnGc6y0Rjeo/TjbNIFrhikI/AAAAAAAAA2U/OlMwr0gRKtE/s1600/Photo_Effects"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635917522548132418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MnGc6y0Rjeo/TjbNIFrhikI/AAAAAAAAA2U/OlMwr0gRKtE/s320/Photo_Effects" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is my biggest tempation. This little special K treat from Village Baker is my downfall. At first sight it makes you so happy with its looks and smell alone. This is my ultimate temptation and I can never say no. Once i get one bite I have to finish it. No matter if I'm full or sick I finish it. I'm so happy while eating but that follows with immediate regret. though this leaves me with sadness once it is gone i truly love it. however it is becoming a problem. im pretty sure i well become obese from eating this so often. every weekend it seems like joe goes on a little drive and brings me home one of these, just because. some days it may seem like im having a rough day so joe may bring me home 2. i guess im pretty easy to make happy. no diamonds no roses just a special k bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-5850920105601786310?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/5850920105601786310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=5850920105601786310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/5850920105601786310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/5850920105601786310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/08/temptation.html' title='temptation'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MnGc6y0Rjeo/TjbNIFrhikI/AAAAAAAAA2U/OlMwr0gRKtE/s72-c/Photo_Effects' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-573754025657774168</id><published>2011-07-07T11:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T11:38:20.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe a Theme</title><content type='html'>So lately I have had no clue was to blog about. I thought I could blog about Finn of course everyday, but I think only so many people want to read about how many times he tried to crawl in a day. By so many people I mean me and maybe Joe. I thought I could make up a perfect family and make fun of people because I think I ma better then everyone else, but then I realized I had a life. I could be a food critic but then everyone would know how much crap I eat. I could blog about my workouts at Pure Workout and hoe ridiculous they are and how much I sweat and get my butt kicked everyday. Again I think only myself would enjoy that. I can people watch and make fun of people, but my New Year's resolution is to not make fun of people, so that wouldn't work. For now you are just stuck with me and my family and random thoughts every now and then. On that note here is what we have been up to...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-573754025657774168?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/573754025657774168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=573754025657774168&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/573754025657774168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/573754025657774168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/07/maybe-theme_07.html' title='Maybe a Theme'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-5072205046239420620</id><published>2011-07-07T10:55:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T11:29:05.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Continued</title><content type='html'>Like I was saying this is what we have been up to. Like the bad parent I am Joe and I left our Finn and went on a 4 day cruise to the Bahamas. I'm pretty sure Finn didn't really care because he had cousins constantly taking care of him and playing with him. Of course when we got back from the cruise Finn decided to give me the "no look at mom" treatment for about 20 minutes. Of course as soon as he saw Joe he was kicking and excited to see him. He probably just though Joe was at work. I do all the work and Joe always gets all the love. Sometimes I just think babies have it all wrong. Back to the beginning, Joe and I enjoyed some alone time for the first time in 8 1/2 months. Joe did have to give me a lecture on why it is good to leave a 8 month old because we don't want him living at home when he is 30. After that lecture ( which doesn't really make sense) I was fine and we were able to enjoy ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We enjoyed a boat ride in the sun to...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uSaGMBv3R8M/ThXnMPImS1I/AAAAAAAAA10/E9e6aJLOEIw/s1600/IMG_6373.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YZcmGSOzdgc/ThXpJZNgcXI/AAAAAAAAA2E/wYzz83ty03U/s1600/IMG_6373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626659657064935794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YZcmGSOzdgc/ThXpJZNgcXI/AAAAAAAAA2E/wYzz83ty03U/s320/IMG_6373.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where we meet these guys. Sharks in the ocean where we snorkeled. Once they got to close I went in the boat while Joe stayed out.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uSaGMBv3R8M/ThXnMPImS1I/AAAAAAAAA10/E9e6aJLOEIw/s1600/IMG_6373.JPG"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uSaGMBv3R8M/ThXnMPImS1I/AAAAAAAAA10/E9e6aJLOEIw/s1600/IMG_6373.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6cAddFmazE/ThXnKud2pkI/AAAAAAAAA1U/vJ3VTO-qIQA/s1600/IMG_6375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626657480927258178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E6cAddFmazE/ThXnKud2pkI/AAAAAAAAA1U/vJ3VTO-qIQA/s320/IMG_6375.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We also relaxed on the beach,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CUAgkyS7E8c/ThXnL2UXH3I/AAAAAAAAA1s/2TCdjfAjwXY/s1600/IMG_6394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626657500214796146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CUAgkyS7E8c/ThXnL2UXH3I/AAAAAAAAA1s/2TCdjfAjwXY/s320/IMG_6394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parasailled,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kvZjh3aANLY/ThXnLh5xtrI/AAAAAAAAA1k/o46T1OAEZnU/s1600/IMG_6405.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626657494734583474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kvZjh3aANLY/ThXnLh5xtrI/AAAAAAAAA1k/o46T1OAEZnU/s320/IMG_6405.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Visited this little site in Key West. It should say Southern and Hottest point in US,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YyGcNrE5jWY/ThXn8tauVoI/AAAAAAAAA18/tt2UVk5EMws/s1600/IMG_6420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626658339639154306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YyGcNrE5jWY/ThXn8tauVoI/AAAAAAAAA18/tt2UVk5EMws/s320/IMG_6420.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we had a fancy night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S1iLt6-Dnw4/ThXnLaGiHPI/AAAAAAAAA1c/NO8JNursKmM/s1600/IMG_6387.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626657492640603378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S1iLt6-Dnw4/ThXnLaGiHPI/AAAAAAAAA1c/NO8JNursKmM/s320/IMG_6387.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end we got to come home to this little stink bug. I'd say this was the best part of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xc--jWxBe90/ThXq5Lp_haI/AAAAAAAAA2M/TJYMHaOgxVc/s1600/2011-06-28_15.05.50.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626661577571665314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xc--jWxBe90/ThXq5Lp_haI/AAAAAAAAA2M/TJYMHaOgxVc/s320/2011-06-28_15.05.50.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-5072205046239420620?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/5072205046239420620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=5072205046239420620&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/5072205046239420620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/5072205046239420620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/07/continued.html' title='Continued'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YZcmGSOzdgc/ThXpJZNgcXI/AAAAAAAAA2E/wYzz83ty03U/s72-c/IMG_6373.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-6314863768539685549</id><published>2011-06-16T17:22:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T17:33:42.008-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Packing = Cleaning</title><content type='html'>Why is it when you're the busiest you seem to have the need to clean your house. Not just pick up but deep clean like you've never cleaned before( and when I say you I mean I but it sounds more like I'm not the only one). While I am thinking of packing for our vacation and the million things I need before we go I open the fridge and decide it needs a clean. I don;t even know how food ends up in some of the places it does. As I move to the bottom of the fridge I realize my floors need to be mopped, then my steal appliances need to be polished and it is a never ending cycle. I do love coming home to a clean home after vacations so I only have to worry on unpacking. I just know once the unpacking starts then the cleaning well start all over. Really I don't even have time to clean because lets face it Finn is not the best napper all the time. It's like he knows I am busy doing other things so he wants to wake up and play and make more messes so instead of relaxing while he sleeps i get to clean more. If he weren't so cute some days I think I may go crazy. Anyways packing leads to cleaning unpacking leads to more cleaning something leads to another something and there is no time for anything, but i love every busy moment...just joking I don't but seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-6314863768539685549?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/6314863768539685549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=6314863768539685549&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/6314863768539685549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/6314863768539685549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/06/packing-cleaning.html' title='Packing = Cleaning'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-2794748899073758771</id><published>2011-06-07T18:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T19:12:00.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kqbhl0euazg/Te7JjB67lKI/AAAAAAAAA1M/YC23Ocjn0to/s1600/2011-06-06_18.32.15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615647389025801378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kqbhl0euazg/Te7JjB67lKI/AAAAAAAAA1M/YC23Ocjn0to/s320/2011-06-06_18.32.15.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These 2 are my life and they are gone. Joe decided to take Finn to scouts with him tonight to keep him entertained. Usually I would be ok with that. In fact yesterday all I wanted was Joe to come home to take Finn away. Yesterday was one of those days that I felt like a horrible mother and didn't want Finn around because all he did was cry and not nap. Of course when Joe gets home he is perfect because he really is obsessed with his dad. Finn can't focus on anything when Joe is around. If I am trying to feed him Finn's looking at Joe, if I'm getting him dressed he is rolling around trying to look at Joe; he loves his dad. Now today Finn has been an angle and Joe decided to take him and I am here doing nothing. I know it's only for an hour but on good days like today I miss my son. I didn't even text Joe today telling him he needed to get home to take care of his son, that means it was a really good day. If I can't handle an hour away from Finn, I think I am going to have a melt down when we leave him for our cruise. He probably won't even miss me, he'll j miss Joe though. So while I sit and wait for my son and husband to come home I'll do what I know Joe would want me to do...watch the playoff game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-2794748899073758771?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/2794748899073758771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=2794748899073758771&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/2794748899073758771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/2794748899073758771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-to-do.html' title='What to do'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kqbhl0euazg/Te7JjB67lKI/AAAAAAAAA1M/YC23Ocjn0to/s72-c/2011-06-06_18.32.15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-4126414567091253883</id><published>2011-05-28T11:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T11:18:14.453-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Suck More Like It</title><content type='html'>I can't handle it I gotsta get it off my mind. Last night we went to Red Robin by Fashion place and it was beyond the worst thing ever, besides my food being good. We waited for literally an hour and a half before we got our food. Yes I know our party as a little more than 4 people but the restaurant was empty. They brought out the burgers then about 15 minutes later the salads came out. I usually wouldn't care because i would be full from fries but since I'm on this dumb diet I couldn't eat fries so I was starving. Then once my salad came out it was wrong so I had to wait another 10 minutes. Seriously for a salad and poor Eloise was the last one to get her food. What does the generous manager do, she says she'll give us 15% off. Oh how nice of her to spare us a dollar or 2 after waisting 2 hours of my life. Not to mention I got 1 refill in the 2 hours we wasted away. I do like red robin but i guess they only really serve you when you go on a busy night. If there is no one in the restaurant don't expect to get in and out quickly because you won't. I've been thinking about it all morning and how much it bugged me that the manager thought she was a life saver for giving us 15% off. One day I think I'll be a full blown Coccimiglio and say something in the moment to get free food( which Joe did and my salad was free), but for right now I'll just be silent mad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-4126414567091253883?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/4126414567091253883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=4126414567091253883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/4126414567091253883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/4126414567091253883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/05/red-suck-more-like-it.html' title='Red Suck More Like It'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-2235529460798771648</id><published>2011-05-27T16:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T16:48:57.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Name Picking Vs. Parenting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8pzopp4SC7w/TeAjYRJyg7I/AAAAAAAAA04/37Ti5e0VFMA/s1600/IMG_6219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611524035531932594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8pzopp4SC7w/TeAjYRJyg7I/AAAAAAAAA04/37Ti5e0VFMA/s320/IMG_6219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Question: Which is harder picking a name or parenting?Answer: Both suck in their own way but end up being pretty good. I've decided no matter what you do there is someone that is going to criticize. Name picking for Findley was one of the hardest decisions. In fact I had a list of names and around 8 months of pregnancy I decided I hated all the names and started all over. Findley actually didn't even come until the day he was born. I hated sharing names with people, not because i was afraid someone would take the name but because EVERY ONE has something to say about it. I should have just been like my parents and left the birth certificate blank so one day when Finn needs a driver's licence or passport he could pick his own name. Then baby came and Findley was his name and now we had to do this parenting thing. People always quote me books or say I should do this or that, but guess what every child is different and just because a book says something doesn't mean it is right. No body is the perfect parent yet every body wants to tell you their right. You're wrong if your child is on a schedule, you're wrong if they're not, you're wrong if you formal feed, you're wrong if they take a binki, you're wrong if they don't sleep through the night or don't take naps, if you're child cries you are a bad parent, if you love your child to much you're bragging yada yada yada blah blah blah. Now that name picking is over with, hopefully we don't screw up our children too bad with this parenting gig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-2235529460798771648?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/2235529460798771648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=2235529460798771648&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/2235529460798771648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/2235529460798771648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/05/name-picking-vs-parenting.html' title='Name Picking Vs. Parenting'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8pzopp4SC7w/TeAjYRJyg7I/AAAAAAAAA04/37Ti5e0VFMA/s72-c/IMG_6219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-5453503274529357053</id><published>2011-05-26T10:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T11:20:10.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Flow</title><content type='html'>Since having a child ( which is fantastic) I have realized my creative writing has come to a stop. All I can think about is that little stink Finn and how I want to squeeze him. Then I write it down and let you guys know how i squeezed him and so on and so forth. So while he naps, which i should be napping too, I have looked up my old post to maybe get some ideas to write about. Man was i laughing at some of the things I wrote 1. because they are real random and 2. because i am pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. I wrote about how on Saturday Joe and I went shoe shopping all day. Seriously and people commented on it like it was interesting. The simple days of no yard work and no kids and we could just go shoe shopping all day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. I talked about how Joe has several times left me roses out of a surprise and how some girls think roses are a waste but I love them. I laugh because one V-day all Joe got me were flowers and I was mad about it calling it a cop out, which is why we now do no gifts. When I think about it a nice little surprise of a flower or card or panda express really is a nice break from real life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. I wrote multiple times about the Utah Jazz and how awesome they are. Now that I have written down how much I like them I guess I have to continue to like them even when they are miserable. I defiantly don't want to be a fare weather fan ( if that's what's called). Plus the only LA appearl allowed in our house is Dodger stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Seriously Milk Chocolate chips, i loved them almost as much as i love Finn. Being pregnant really ruined my chocolate fever and I don't eat them nearly as much. Maybe because pregnancy ruined my body along with my chocolate obsession, once i get one back I may get the other back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. How I love the sounds of the metro in DC and hate the noise on the traxs, they should really get that checked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Oh how I used to love American Idol and would post about it almost every week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The things I used to write about and how unimportant some of them are, yet how interesting it is to talk about. So know that you have a recap on the last couple years lets talk about something that is driving me crazy. Men, not all, are idiots. Tiger and Arnold have you seen your wives? Have you seen the hussies you have cheated with? They literally can't get uglier than that. How is it that men are so stupid sometimes? It's like Julia Roberts said, when you're creme brulee sometimes men just want jello and creme brulee can never be jello. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-5453503274529357053?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/5453503274529357053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=5453503274529357053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/5453503274529357053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/5453503274529357053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/05/creative-flow.html' title='Creative Flow'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-216226667989775570</id><published>2011-05-19T13:32:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T13:36:46.960-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Looky Looky</title><content type='html'>After 4 days of misery over Easter Findley Jon got his teeth and he couldn't be any cuter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kqcKkJ1sd94/TdVw8DB-wqI/AAAAAAAAA0w/VBwuKylTwDk/s1600/IMG_6308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608513087867896482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kqcKkJ1sd94/TdVw8DB-wqI/AAAAAAAAA0w/VBwuKylTwDk/s320/IMG_6308.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MMcBzW7Now4/TdVw7s0p0hI/AAAAAAAAA0o/mQXFV9xRafc/s1600/IMG_6297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608513081906418194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MMcBzW7Now4/TdVw7s0p0hI/AAAAAAAAA0o/mQXFV9xRafc/s320/IMG_6297.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1585317793645268184-216226667989775570?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/216226667989775570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=216226667989775570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/216226667989775570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/216226667989775570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/05/looky-looky.html' title='Looky Looky'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kqcKkJ1sd94/TdVw8DB-wqI/AAAAAAAAA0w/VBwuKylTwDk/s72-c/IMG_6308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-2421331746526772124</id><published>2011-05-18T15:36:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T16:08:40.082-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Adventures</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It had been a whole month since our last vacation, so as you may or may not know Joe that meant it was time for another. We went down to California to visit my fam and to go to San Diego. This time we flew which was amazing. I don't think i can drive again. It was quick and painless and Finn was an angel. We played a ton while we were there. We went on our first real kid less date with Josh and Court to Santa Monica. Though I have a hard time leaving Finn, it was much needed to spend time with my hubby again. We spent 3 days in San Diego with perfect weather. He went to Sea World, played at the beach and ate lots a Mexican food. I never thought I'd admit to something being better in Utah, but I have to. Though San Diego should have the best Mexican food since it's all Mexicans I have to say I have had better in Utah. In fact I don't think anything could beat Red Iguana and my business tacos I get there. Joe wanted to keep eating Mexican because it should be good but I was over it and missing my Red Iguana. There I said it Utah has finally out done California in 1 thing and 1 thing only ( I'm not happy about saying that:)) Anyways Finn saw animals, played at the beach and rode in a big boy stroller all week and he couldn't have been happier. He loves being outside. As soon as he gets fussy we take him outside and it shuts that cute little mouth right up. We love our vacations but it is always nice being back home. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is where Finn hung out mostly at the beach. He loved sucking on this fruit. Unfortunately while we put everything away Finn decided to face plant in the sand. No picture because he were in a hurry a to get off his face. Sand in his eyes, nose, mouth and ears. He was sneezing out sand the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQbUynQLV84/TdQ_z_gn7YI/AAAAAAAAA0g/DnIccsUFgjA/s1600/IMG_6239.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608177598437256578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQbUynQLV84/TdQ_z_gn7YI/AAAAAAAAA0g/DnIccsUFgjA/s320/IMG_6239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe is obsessed with Magic Mountain and went twice while we were there( and yes he paid for both times with a season pass he bought). Finn on the other hand did not like the loud roller coasters.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2VB7FwbG-HY/TdQ88nIzMQI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/6lYlz1MXC5w/s1600/IMG_6268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608174447978819842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2VB7FwbG-HY/TdQ88nIzMQI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/6lYlz1MXC5w/s320/IMG_6268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finn's first time feeling the nice cold pacific ocean.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dL8HEZgaxRM/TdQ88PhmGXI/AAAAAAAAA0I/zB_xgcjoPB4/s1600/IMG_6253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608174441640368498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dL8HEZgaxRM/TdQ88PhmGXI/AAAAAAAAA0I/zB_xgcjoPB4/s320/IMG_6253.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it looks like Finn is sleeping and that's because he is. He was just so excited to see Shamu he wore himself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zl2J6MUnFD4/TdQ8fn2ObtI/AAAAAAAAA0A/atrjaEDtdY8/s1600/IMG_6176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608173949953142482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zl2J6MUnFD4/TdQ8fn2ObtI/AAAAAAAAA0A/atrjaEDtdY8/s320/IMG_6176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tank foot and Jr. tank foot with the polar Bear's tank foot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QUxuI_iA8Bk/TdQ8fHqRoTI/AAAAAAAAAz4/wYP2Ypf6FYM/s1600/IMG_6147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608173941313085746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QUxuI_iA8Bk/TdQ8fHqRoTI/AAAAAAAAAz4/wYP2Ypf6FYM/s320/IMG_6147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop in Sea World was the pet show and Finn couldn't be happier. It looks like he has buck teeth but that's just his tongue that is always sticking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NIxNZzygR7c/TdQ8e3CzUtI/AAAAAAAAAzw/oKTGK777eH4/s1600/IMG_6132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608173936852554450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NIxNZzygR7c/TdQ8e3CzUtI/AAAAAAAAAzw/oKTGK777eH4/s320/IMG_6132.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just talking to each other while hanging out in Old Town San Diego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cajAL4-6Byo/TdQ8elWboAI/AAAAAAAAAzo/QAJ8r4rdgKw/s1600/IMG_6110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608173932103049218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cajAL4-6Byo/TdQ8elWboAI/AAAAAAAAAzo/QAJ8r4rdgKw/s320/IMG_6110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once again Finn fell asleep because of all the excitement. This time it was in a nice warm spa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XHQnQE3cKu8/TdQ8eWCJJBI/AAAAAAAAAzg/bNkFQ3R5CHo/s1600/IMG_6098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608173927991419922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XHQnQE3cKu8/TdQ8eWCJJBI/AAAAAAAAAzg/bNkFQ3R5CHo/s320/IMG_6098.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-2421331746526772124?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/2421331746526772124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=2421331746526772124&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/2421331746526772124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/2421331746526772124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-had-been-whole-month-since-our-last.html' title='More Adventures'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PQbUynQLV84/TdQ_z_gn7YI/AAAAAAAAA0g/DnIccsUFgjA/s72-c/IMG_6239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-8506762360408669365</id><published>2011-05-18T15:26:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T15:36:32.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Father Like Son</title><content type='html'>This is not a joke or planned. I tried getting pictures of Joe and Finn and seriously the pulled the same faces. Really son you already look like your dad do you guys have to pull the same faces in pictures too. I can already tell taking family pictures for the rest of my life isn't going to be easy. I already had a husband who never took pictures serious, now I have a son too. I still love you though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UEjzH0nz1ig/TdQ6VtNmGVI/AAAAAAAAAzY/s1xSe8h9TGA/s1600/IMG_6085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608171580571392338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UEjzH0nz1ig/TdQ6VtNmGVI/AAAAAAAAAzY/s1xSe8h9TGA/s320/IMG_6085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EJlWSyu14ak/TdQ6VDumLZI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/FrSIK2lIwmg/s1600/IMG_6084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608171569435520402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EJlWSyu14ak/TdQ6VDumLZI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/FrSIK2lIwmg/s320/IMG_6084.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pTAnvSZuNuQ/TdQ6UrLVbTI/AAAAAAAAAzI/YVC9pSls594/s1600/IMG_6083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608171562845170994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pTAnvSZuNuQ/TdQ6UrLVbTI/AAAAAAAAAzI/YVC9pSls594/s320/IMG_6083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1585317793645268184-8506762360408669365?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/8506762360408669365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=8506762360408669365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8506762360408669365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8506762360408669365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/05/like-father-like-son.html' title='Like Father Like Son'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UEjzH0nz1ig/TdQ6VtNmGVI/AAAAAAAAAzY/s1xSe8h9TGA/s72-c/IMG_6085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-402469515222671060</id><published>2011-04-22T12:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T13:09:58.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you know?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D6JEVsoESLM/TbHPyDMT7TI/AAAAAAAAAzA/6YX2FVfezFw/s1600/Picture%2B097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598484270555589938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D6JEVsoESLM/TbHPyDMT7TI/AAAAAAAAAzA/6YX2FVfezFw/s320/Picture%2B097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joe lost to me in March Madness and by lost I mean I smoked him real bad, he had to not play sports for a week. It was a really good bet to win. So since he was home more than usual at night this week we watched a couple of movies. One movie we watched was How do you know, which we thought was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; cute. It totally made Joe and I think of dating. We of course didn't say anything until after the movie but we both thought it. We &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reminisced&lt;/span&gt; on times when we would get excited when we were getting a phone call from the other one. I told him how I would of course always have my phone with me but would let it ring a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;couple&lt;/span&gt; of times before answering. it was always kinda exciting not knowing what the other one was thinking. I didn't think it was much fun not knowing if he ever wanted to get married, since we never talked about it until Joe said " well you marry me." Joe however thought that was fun. Dating was fun and exciting &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; getting the butterflies when the phone rang or waiting for that good night kiss, but I love &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt; way more. Joe said he wasn't going to say anything after the movie because I would make a deal about him liking dating more than &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt;, which I did, but knowing that Joe knows me that well makes me love him even more. Yeah dating was so fun but &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;marriage&lt;/span&gt; and babies is so much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-402469515222671060?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/402469515222671060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=402469515222671060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/402469515222671060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/402469515222671060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-do-you-know.html' title='How do you know?'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D6JEVsoESLM/TbHPyDMT7TI/AAAAAAAAAzA/6YX2FVfezFw/s72-c/Picture%2B097.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-1319846779356555184</id><published>2011-04-20T16:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T16:30:48.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Grow Up</title><content type='html'>While I was nannying today the girls love Taylor Swift and played this song.  I was holding Finn and literally started tearing up.  He just laid there on my shoulder while I listened.  He never just lays so he must have known I was having a moment.  I love every word and don't want my little Finn to ever grow up.  Maybe we'll find Never Never Land and be happy forever.  If he never grows up then he'll always need me and never be embarrassed of me and love me forever.  Please stay little forever Findley Jon.  I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;* P.S. this isn't the music video, there isn't one.  Its just a song I now love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZDbFxAtNNnU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-1319846779356555184?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/1319846779356555184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=1319846779356555184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/1319846779356555184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/1319846779356555184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/04/never-grow-up.html' title='Never Grow Up'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZDbFxAtNNnU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-126128182073533585</id><published>2011-04-12T17:37:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T17:52:32.116-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months</title><content type='html'>Guess who got their 6 month pictures! Here is a little preview of our handsome little man. I love them even though Finn was tired and it was bright he still looks so handsome. Thank You Emilie for always taking the best pictures. We love you Finners! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wCOpu5wqEA0/TaTkxqqHr3I/AAAAAAAAAy4/xdDQ3DrQQhE/s1600/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-2197.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594848179016675186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wCOpu5wqEA0/TaTkxqqHr3I/AAAAAAAAAy4/xdDQ3DrQQhE/s320/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-2197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0UDdOETRlAc/TaTkj9h-KHI/AAAAAAAAAyw/_wWjrvG6580/s1600/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-2016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594847943564601458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0UDdOETRlAc/TaTkj9h-KHI/AAAAAAAAAyw/_wWjrvG6580/s320/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-2016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xuLme-aPPOM/TaTkY9unD_I/AAAAAAAAAyo/j6K2ma6FkWk/s1600/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594847754639052786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xuLme-aPPOM/TaTkY9unD_I/AAAAAAAAAyo/j6K2ma6FkWk/s320/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-2002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-USqoZXV_jh4/TaTkSKaq01I/AAAAAAAAAyg/UYajMenUe2k/s1600/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-1987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594847637785989970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-USqoZXV_jh4/TaTkSKaq01I/AAAAAAAAAyg/UYajMenUe2k/s320/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-1987.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yE-t1yo3bTk/TaTkL3wlIoI/AAAAAAAAAyY/DMYhN4WpssI/s1600/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-1973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594847529698402946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yE-t1yo3bTk/TaTkL3wlIoI/AAAAAAAAAyY/DMYhN4WpssI/s320/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-1973.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vR0wIRrHQjU/TaTkFh4VQtI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/zd-D8wJNBYI/s1600/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-1928.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594847420746121938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vR0wIRrHQjU/TaTkFh4VQtI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/zd-D8wJNBYI/s320/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-1928.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pYaCj92IXSQ/TaTj8oC6aHI/AAAAAAAAAyI/1p4_ckwfcbs/s1600/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-1896.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594847267782289522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pYaCj92IXSQ/TaTj8oC6aHI/AAAAAAAAAyI/1p4_ckwfcbs/s320/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-1896.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1585317793645268184-126128182073533585?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/126128182073533585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=126128182073533585&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/126128182073533585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/126128182073533585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/04/6-months.html' title='6 months'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wCOpu5wqEA0/TaTkxqqHr3I/AAAAAAAAAy4/xdDQ3DrQQhE/s72-c/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie%2B-2197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-6269014953840821900</id><published>2011-04-11T13:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T14:07:26.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just because You love me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pbk3I1mKedc/TaNfc-NiexI/AAAAAAAAAx4/qfqkcj6f914/s1600/2007-11-01-halloween-candy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594420113465047826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pbk3I1mKedc/TaNfc-NiexI/AAAAAAAAAx4/qfqkcj6f914/s320/2007-11-01-halloween-candy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when i was pregnant i always heard of stories from my mom and others how they would get cravings in the middle of the night and their husbands would have to leave to go get what they needed. Rightfully so, since they were carrying another human being in them. When I was pregnant i didn't really get cravings so I didn't have the luxury of sending Joe to random places finding exactly what I needed in the wee hours. Well on Saturday I decided to have a binge day. Usually you get a binge day when you have already started your diet, well I decided to start my diet with a binge day and it was delightful. I figured this way I could at least make it through the week since I started on Saturday with so much crap, enough crap to last me a week. Well one night all we talked about how amazing mini cadbury eggs are ( it's true they are real amazing), so naturally when i got home I wanted some. Don't mind the fact that I have already eaten 3 whole bags to my self in March leaving myself the whole month of April to eat them as well. So the sweet husband i have said he would run to the gas station to get me some. I knew they wouldn't be there so I had back ups ready for him. I said if those aren't there then get me peanut butter M&amp;amp;M's and if those aren't there then get me the new peanut butter snickers ( it sounds so delicious). Joe gets home with not 1 not 2 but 4 candies for me and I loved it. I know it sounds silly how excited I am about Joe going out of his way to get me candy, but little things like that make me happy. It was especially nice of Joe because once he is home for the night he does not like getting back in his car. Maybe he was trying to make up for making me mad or maybe he wanted some action or maybe he just wanted to be the nice husband he always is. Whatever his motives were I am so grateful because 4 candies later I was totally satisfied and ready to start dieting to get this belly baby fat off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-6269014953840821900?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/6269014953840821900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=6269014953840821900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/6269014953840821900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/6269014953840821900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-because-you-love-me.html' title='Just because You love me'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pbk3I1mKedc/TaNfc-NiexI/AAAAAAAAAx4/qfqkcj6f914/s72-c/2007-11-01-halloween-candy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-1092637666254194410</id><published>2011-03-25T15:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T15:57:25.570-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote for Finners</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pC3XudfZJpQ/TY0PCmsSyqI/AAAAAAAAAxw/UKCTAmKUmaM/s1600/Photo_By_Emilie-1925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588139250057136802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pC3XudfZJpQ/TY0PCmsSyqI/AAAAAAAAAxw/UKCTAmKUmaM/s320/Photo_By_Emilie-1925.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right I'm using Finn to win a compitition.  We want a vacation and I'm pretty sure  He is the cuttest baby in the contest.  So go to 971zht.com/pages/babyidol11/ and vote for number 281.  That cute little ghost over there he should win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-1092637666254194410?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/1092637666254194410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=1092637666254194410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/1092637666254194410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/1092637666254194410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/03/vote-for-finners.html' title='Vote for Finners'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pC3XudfZJpQ/TY0PCmsSyqI/AAAAAAAAAxw/UKCTAmKUmaM/s72-c/Photo_By_Emilie-1925.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-3894113118915377334</id><published>2011-03-21T13:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T13:52:50.988-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you more than cruises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dAWZRTqEhKg/TYepyiC2sVI/AAAAAAAAAxo/jHQd-HFmkqw/s1600/IMG_5880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586620548373721426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dAWZRTqEhKg/TYepyiC2sVI/AAAAAAAAAxo/jHQd-HFmkqw/s320/IMG_5880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Joe told Finn that he loves him more than going on a cruise.  I never thought I'd hear that because Joe loves his vacationing.  This week I realized I may love vacationing more than Joe.  Our friends went on a cruise this week and I tried everything in my power to go.  I knew it wouldn't be that much fun with Finn and probably more of a headache than relaxation, but i need a vacation.  Sitting at home every day is kinda driving me crazy.  Though I find things to do and errands to run each day, i just need a vacation.  Saturdays are the days I look forward to, Joe is home we run errands go out to eat get out of the house it's fantastic.  However this Saturday we stayed in ordered pizza with friends and watched some more March Madness.  I was going a little crazy but in the end I realized this is my life and I love it.  We don't get to go on vacations on a whim, I don't get a full nights rest, I have to eat a lot to feed this little guy, but when those baby blues stare at me and then wrinkle as he smiles I remember how much I love every moment of every day staying home with him.  Our big vacations well just have to be put on hold until our family is done growing.  Don't get me wrong I probably well still complain and get a little stir crazy but in the end I'll always love it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-3894113118915377334?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/3894113118915377334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=3894113118915377334&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3894113118915377334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3894113118915377334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-love-you-more-than-cruises.html' title='I love you more than cruises'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dAWZRTqEhKg/TYepyiC2sVI/AAAAAAAAAxo/jHQd-HFmkqw/s72-c/IMG_5880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-203627115599772556</id><published>2011-03-09T11:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T11:30:29.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's your Bieber?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aGSl4Wr3FzE/TXfDzbZVmII/AAAAAAAAAxg/P4wwSc_h_GU/s1600/500full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 228px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582145551443794050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aGSl4Wr3FzE/TXfDzbZVmII/AAAAAAAAAxg/P4wwSc_h_GU/s320/500full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What's a Bieber you may ask?  Notice any girl from 8-88 loves Justin Beiber.  I'm sure every girl has hundreds of pictures of him and think of him constantly.  So a Bieber is someone you're obsessed with.  Last year I would have called it a Jonas, just whoever is popular really.  Well this weekend Joe and I had a Leonardo Dicaprio weekend of movies; which then reminded me of  how much I loved him.  I still love all his movies but I'm not printing out pictures of him daily.  Yes after Titanic I was completely obsessed with him.  I bought a whole book of just pictures of him and printed at least 5 pictures a day of him.  I had a whole wall in my room of Leo.  In fact me and Tiffany had a competition who had the most Leo pictures.  I remember saying I would always love Leo no matter what.  I would wish I was Kate Winslet in Titanic or any girl that he kissed just to kiss him.  Yup I loved me some Leonardo Dicaprio and I'm not even ashamed of it.  Though I still love his acting and movies, he doesn't have those same boyish good looks he once had.  I kinda wish I still had my folder of Leonardo memorabilia to show Joe.  So yes Leonardo Dicaprio was my Bieber and I think every little girl should have one because when you get older you can see how ridiculous you were as a kid.  Leo my 11 year old heart still loves you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-203627115599772556?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/203627115599772556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=203627115599772556&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/203627115599772556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/203627115599772556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/03/whos-your-bieber.html' title='Who&apos;s your Bieber?'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aGSl4Wr3FzE/TXfDzbZVmII/AAAAAAAAAxg/P4wwSc_h_GU/s72-c/500full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-5543162976962183836</id><published>2011-03-01T16:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T16:13:26.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my family and I love them.  I love the crying, the screaming,the poopie diapers( Finn's not Joe's).  I  love the hugs, the kisses, the giggles. I love when I have bad days they are always there.  I love when they make my days bad, they make them better right away.  Yup this is my family and I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vNg8U87q1AY/TW17vWtUP5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/PHzZeFGEd-M/s1600/IMG_5707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579251566861631378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vNg8U87q1AY/TW17vWtUP5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/PHzZeFGEd-M/s320/IMG_5707.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-5543162976962183836?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/5543162976962183836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=5543162976962183836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/5543162976962183836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/5543162976962183836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/03/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vNg8U87q1AY/TW17vWtUP5I/AAAAAAAAAxY/PHzZeFGEd-M/s72-c/IMG_5707.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-7173456895371998028</id><published>2011-02-15T14:43:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T15:50:04.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f-C36xz47vU/TVrz_g5fCeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/zgSk3F_OSfQ/s1600/IMG_5686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574035761312762338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f-C36xz47vU/TVrz_g5fCeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/zgSk3F_OSfQ/s320/IMG_5686.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks ago our whole family was sick.  Joe and me being sick isn't a big deal but seeing Finn get sick is the saddest thing ever.  Though it was sad he wasn't himself it was nice that he would snuggle with me and he lost his voice so his cry wasn't so loud.  Thank you Court for running errands for us and getting Joe this card.  Best card ever it may even deserve a frame.&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--6TMdVHmBfM/TVr0cYY5iBI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/4014U-W4W5s/s1600/IMG_5681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574036257244809234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--6TMdVHmBfM/TVr0cYY5iBI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/4014U-W4W5s/s320/IMG_5681.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sick little buddy who I love so so much.  Those baby blues melt my heart every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-7173456895371998028?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/7173456895371998028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=7173456895371998028&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7173456895371998028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7173456895371998028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/02/couple-of-weeks-ago-our-whole-family.html' title=''/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f-C36xz47vU/TVrz_g5fCeI/AAAAAAAAAxI/zgSk3F_OSfQ/s72-c/IMG_5686.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-1710938480692842520</id><published>2011-02-03T13:24:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T10:16:01.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I were</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TUsPahPcnfI/AAAAAAAAAwo/s76cEr7wzcQ/s1600/IMG_5648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569562312447925746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TUsPahPcnfI/AAAAAAAAAwo/s76cEr7wzcQ/s320/IMG_5648.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as fit as Finn or any baby really. Seriously who sits with their legs up all day. Just hanging out legs straight up in the air and he does it with a smile. I wish I could have the endurance of a 4 month old because he moves all day long and eventually he gets tired but only after about an hour and a half of moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TUsRFU_UyvI/AAAAAAAAAxA/pS9a5jX3xxQ/s1600/IMG_5656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569564147405081330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TUsRFU_UyvI/AAAAAAAAAxA/pS9a5jX3xxQ/s320/IMG_5656.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wish I were Finn because he is so stinkin cute, I just can't get enough of him. What a life to eat sleep and play all day long. Even though Finn is working out those strong little legs of his he doesn't even have to use them yet because he just gets held all day. Now he is just showing off that he likes working out before he even really needs to. If I had that kind of motivation this baby weight would be gone by now. This is our son Findley Jon at 4 months and I don't know how it is possible but he does get cuter everyday. At four months he has discovered a lot. He loves playing with his hands and sometimes goes cross eyed while getting so excited that his fingers interlocked. He is talking up a storm with babbles and goos and an occasional M sounds ( even though Joe thinks I'm just wishful thinking) I swear he says mmmmm, i like to pretend it's mom. I love when he copies my rasberries and sticking out my tongue. I love it more when he giggles out loud at the simplest thing. He keeps Joe and I working though because something may make him laugh one day and the next day Finn expects us to come up with new tricks because he's already seen the other ones. Today I was just mimicking him and he thought it was so funny. Probably because he is thinking, wow I own my mom. His cries are getting louder and louder followed by a scream. Though mean, I think it is so funny watching that tongue of his curl up as he screams. Just so you know son I love you when you cry, scream and laugh, but i love you a little more when you're happy so lets work on the happy, laughing part. Finn is the reason I get out of bed every morning, literally if I didn't get out of bed I don't know how long he could last. I love seeing his smiles first thing in the morning which quickly turn to tears because he realizes he's hungry. Unless Joe gets him out of bed those smiles last a little longer because he knows no food is coming out of Dad. I wish I had Finn's strength and good looks, but since that isn't happening I'm really glad I get to be with this little guy all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TUsPbCk0mBI/AAAAAAAAAww/SIq52Jz-z7Q/s1600/IMG_5653.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TUsPbCk0mBI/AAAAAAAAAww/SIq52Jz-z7Q/s1600/IMG_5653.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TUsPbCk0mBI/AAAAAAAAAww/SIq52Jz-z7Q/s1600/IMG_5653.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TUsPbCk0mBI/AAAAAAAAAww/SIq52Jz-z7Q/s1600/IMG_5653.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/1585317793645268184-1710938480692842520?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/1710938480692842520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=1710938480692842520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/1710938480692842520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/1710938480692842520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-wish-i-were.html' title='I wish I were'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TUsPahPcnfI/AAAAAAAAAwo/s76cEr7wzcQ/s72-c/IMG_5648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-4368520912188612268</id><published>2011-01-28T14:09:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T14:15:47.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Husband</title><content type='html'>The other day it snowed and when Joe got home from work he cleared the driveway right away. He was so excited when he came in and said that someone had left a note on the driveway. I was pretty excited about what sweet thing Joe wrote on the driveway. Since having Finn fun little notes have come to a pause so I automatically though it was so cute. SO as I walk outside excitedly to see this...Tori Shmory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TUMwt7YwZQI/AAAAAAAAAwc/-OUUos8G6FA/s1600/0125111550.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567347129953838338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TUMwt7YwZQI/AAAAAAAAAwc/-OUUos8G6FA/s320/0125111550.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all just Tori Shmory, he took the time to write that and then thought it was so funny that I walked outside to see that. Our love has gone from romance to competition to just making fun of each other and I love every moment of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-4368520912188612268?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/4368520912188612268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=4368520912188612268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/4368520912188612268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/4368520912188612268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/01/sweet-husband.html' title='Sweet Husband'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TUMwt7YwZQI/AAAAAAAAAwc/-OUUos8G6FA/s72-c/0125111550.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-5253318781979819892</id><published>2011-01-20T11:34:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T11:37:42.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While you're at work</title><content type='html'>For when you get bored just think of Finn laughing. We love you Father Joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f79455b6a79784de" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df79455b6a79784de%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330328209%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43B7CE731014C09290437CDE9D1348FD33CAD87B.109F6E9A1C8C32B6F0E8A944D75DC8C28867528C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df79455b6a79784de%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkbiH580bw-M0WAenh1Sw-7nyJG8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df79455b6a79784de%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330328209%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D43B7CE731014C09290437CDE9D1348FD33CAD87B.109F6E9A1C8C32B6F0E8A944D75DC8C28867528C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df79455b6a79784de%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkbiH580bw-M0WAenh1Sw-7nyJG8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-5253318781979819892?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/5253318781979819892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=5253318781979819892&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/5253318781979819892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/5253318781979819892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/01/while-youre-at-work.html' title='While you&apos;re at work'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-459845366310779335</id><published>2011-01-13T10:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T10:21:17.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And this is love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TS8wDlWeBnI/AAAAAAAAAwU/3mtvN0OAXos/s1600/0109111404.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561716902949946994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TS8wDlWeBnI/AAAAAAAAAwU/3mtvN0OAXos/s320/0109111404.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Boys, boys, boys... I don't care what age you are you are all the same.  Boys always try to throw things down other's shirts. Whether it be a boy or girls shirt or ice or grapes, boys are throwing things.  And Finn is no exception.  As I give him a kiss this morning and start to pull him away, he decides to spit up.  Not a little but a puddle full.  Does it dribble down his mouth onto his clothes like usual?  Not this time, this time he decides he is close enough to me that he can make it down my shirt.  And that is exactly what happened.  Vomits over his clothes without getting a drop on him ( very impressive and hard to do) and gets it all down the center of my shirt where my bra can so nicely hold it all at the bottom like a stream.  This is how I know how much I love him.  Was I mad?  Not at all I laughed then called Joe immediately.  Since he didn't answer I of course had to text him " call me super important"  not thinking he would call if he was really busy.  But he did call while he was with a client.  So next time something amazing like this happens I can't say it's important just impressive.  Yes son I love you that much and think you are going to be amazing and throwing things down other's shirts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-459845366310779335?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/459845366310779335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=459845366310779335&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/459845366310779335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/459845366310779335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/01/and-this-is-love.html' title='And this is love'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TS8wDlWeBnI/AAAAAAAAAwU/3mtvN0OAXos/s72-c/0109111404.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-9180499841702662566</id><published>2011-01-05T16:03:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T16:29:11.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OBSESSED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TST-uInUJNI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Quyty_DPMRY/s1600/nye_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558847908621853906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TST-uInUJNI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Quyty_DPMRY/s320/nye_0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finn, Eloise and Lucy had a wild New Year's Eve. After some breastmilk and kicking their legs it was off to bed for them around 9:30 and then the real fun started. We went to Wattsie's house and had some fun with the kinect dance central. It is about the most amazing thing I have ever seen. That kinect is unreal how accurate it is catching your every movement. Seriously have you ever played it, if not you should, it well change your life. Ever since that night I have been obsessivley trying to talk Joe into buying one. I purposly don't dry my hands after I wash them to rub my cold, wet hands on Joe to torcher him until I get that kinect ( it hasn't been really working but I'm slowly wearing him down). I love it and I can't stop thinking about it, I may have a problem. I think I love it so much because it is something I can beat Joe at all the time. Besides getting in bed first and dance central there isn't much more I can beat him at, and that is why I need it to save our marriage. He always says fantasy football saved our marriage well know we need xbox 360 kinect to save it again... I love you competitive Joe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-9180499841702662566?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/9180499841702662566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=9180499841702662566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/9180499841702662566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/9180499841702662566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2011/01/obsessed.html' title='OBSESSED'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TST-uInUJNI/AAAAAAAAAwM/Quyty_DPMRY/s72-c/nye_0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-2658745110854615171</id><published>2010-12-30T15:44:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T16:09:38.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What to blog, what to blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TR0L1imQU-I/AAAAAAAAAwE/lKOvWepIEPg/s1600/IMG_5512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556610529693291490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TR0L1imQU-I/AAAAAAAAAwE/lKOvWepIEPg/s320/IMG_5512.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Besides having the cutest baby ever my blogging ideas have slowly disappeared. It seems all i think about is Finn and how stinkin cute he is. Seriously I want to just squeeze him all day long. Plus he is becoming an amazing sleeper, which makes me love him a tad bit more. He really is amazing but i wanted to blog about something different. SO i thought and thought and then i realized I have way to many guilty pleasures. I am a total nerd and get hooked on these ridiculous shows but I just can't help it when Finn is sleeping and everything else is done to turn on the TV to find myself engulfed in just stupidity. Number 1 &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;secret&lt;/span&gt; is Jerseylicious. Just by the name you may want to stop being my friend but seriously I don't know what it is about stupid Jersey people but they make me want to meet them and ask if they are being serious. It's not a slutty show or anything just about some hair salon but oh the drama filled with over the top hair, makeup, clothes, catfights and accents is so entertaining, I just can't seem to turn away.  When scanning the channels I try not to scan all the way to style because I know it well be on and then 3 hours of my day has disappeared.  Number 2 secret is 16 &amp;amp; Pregnant/ Teen Mom.  I think I just like watching this show because it makes me feel better about myself.  I'm glad I am not nearly as stupid as the girls on that show.  But honestly I can't blame it all on the girls and the guys they pick because their parents are just as stupid, it must be genetics.  Maybe my problem is with getting sucked into these shows I just like to see how miserable these people are.  Maybe  my worst day isn't nearly as bad as the girls on these shows.  Maybe my guilty pleasures are there to make me feel better about myself and life.  Maybe I'm going to Hell because I find a little bit of happiness in others misery.  Maybe these shows are put on TV to teach me what not to do when raising my children so they don't end up on reality shows.  I already know number one thing to do while raising my kids is to not move to the South because I'm pretty sure every episode on 16 &amp;amp; pregnant is in the South.  Maybe I don't need a reason to like these shows and I like them because they are so entertaining and that's that. Yup I'm a nerd and should be reading books on how to raise Mr. Finn, but in the end I'm happy and a happy Tori filled with guilty pleasures makes for a happy mom and wife.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-2658745110854615171?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/2658745110854615171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=2658745110854615171&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/2658745110854615171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/2658745110854615171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-to-blog-what-to-blog.html' title='What to blog, what to blog'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TR0L1imQU-I/AAAAAAAAAwE/lKOvWepIEPg/s72-c/IMG_5512.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-7877213843682056287</id><published>2010-12-14T15:32:00.010-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T14:22:56.417-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest and the greatest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Both Joe and my computer decided to stop working around the same time. A month later Joe's choose to let us use the external hard drive again, so now I can upload pictures. The past month we have been busy with Finn and it seems the busy-ness(?) won't stop, but we love every second of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first Sunday in November was cousin Chloe's blessing and our first day back to church as a family. Finn and I then decided to take a break from church again until his blessing, we like hanging out just us 2 and not sharing with other people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TQfzTbNLesI/AAAAAAAAAuo/C2m_JXf360I/s1600/IMG_5216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550672580803525314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TQfzTbNLesI/AAAAAAAAAuo/C2m_JXf360I/s320/IMG_5216.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving rolled around and Finn was not a fan. I don't know if he was just confused as to why Dad was home during the week, but he was not a happy camper that day. A fussy day led to our first full nights rest. Thank you turkey for making Finn sleep his first 9 hours.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TQfzT1F7GvI/AAAAAAAAAuw/0RWUQV50T1A/s1600/IMG_5313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550672587752413938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TQfzT1F7GvI/AAAAAAAAAuw/0RWUQV50T1A/s320/IMG_5313.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we had to get a picture of Finn &amp;amp; Chloe on their first Thanksgiving. Plus they both had on some amazing shoes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TQfzUb4k_cI/AAAAAAAAAu4/0PeiKcB-gHI/s1600/IMG_5306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550672598165421506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TQfzUb4k_cI/AAAAAAAAAu4/0PeiKcB-gHI/s320/IMG_5306.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following Sunday was Lucy's blessing. Here are the kids finally hanging out together. Finn just relaxed while Eloise and Lucy fought over him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TQfzUzjRUVI/AAAAAAAAAvA/U0LKROVbK0s/s1600/IMG_5335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550672604518502738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TQfzUzjRUVI/AAAAAAAAAvA/U0LKROVbK0s/s320/IMG_5335.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my birthday Joe took me out with no Finn. Though we were sad we didn't have our little guy to stare at we still had fun. We went to a movie and dinner followed by a little shopping. It was nice to go to a movie because we haven't been to one in so long and that's my favorite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TQf0HjZOKAI/AAAAAAAAAvI/3kK6e8TuYro/s1600/IMG_5346.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550673476354713602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TQf0HjZOKAI/AAAAAAAAAvI/3kK6e8TuYro/s320/IMG_5346.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On my actual birthday we went to take Finn to see Santa. We practiced his smiles at home, but once we saw Santa it was all frowns and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TQf1ICsXe7I/AAAAAAAAAvY/PBl8nCqdxMM/s1600/IMG_5373.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550674584268143538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TQf1ICsXe7I/AAAAAAAAAvY/PBl8nCqdxMM/s320/IMG_5373.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Thanks to Emilie and her magic skills of photography. Maybe next year Finn well like Santa a lttle more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TQkwTQPEmTI/AAAAAAAAAv4/CxhhLn7obmY/s1600/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie-1730.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551021123044677938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TQkwTQPEmTI/AAAAAAAAAv4/CxhhLn7obmY/s320/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie-1730.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TQkwSXIqIYI/AAAAAAAAAvw/kechPWwADEw/s1600/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie-1698.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551021107716956546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TQkwSXIqIYI/AAAAAAAAAvw/kechPWwADEw/s320/Photo%2BBy%2BEmilie-1698.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;December 4th Ethan got baptized. I couldn't think of a better day to get baptized.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TQf01CXj6mI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/YnU2Ykry4BM/s1600/IMG_5381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550674257763363426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TQf01CXj6mI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/YnU2Ykry4BM/s320/IMG_5381.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;December 5th we blessed Finn. We had all our family and friends there and loved sharing that special day with them.&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_5550679095473983938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TQf5OoPp0cI/AAAAAAAAAvo/P_aexULcwjo/s320/IMG_5422.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Look how stinkin cute that boy is!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TQf5OGKhbpI/AAAAAAAAAvg/oP_5r3K8OK0/s1600/IMG_5409.jpg"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550679086325657234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TQf5OGKhbpI/AAAAAAAAAvg/oP_5r3K8OK0/s320/IMG_5409.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Other than keeping up with Finn and the holidays Joe and I just debate who is the best. Really for about the past 2 weeks Joe and I have been racing into to bed to see who is first the best. I of course am always first the best Joe just has a hard time accepting it and cheats often. Our life right now is nice, simple and happy.&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;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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-7877213843682056287?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/7877213843682056287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=7877213843682056287&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7877213843682056287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7877213843682056287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2010/12/latest-and-greatest.html' title='Latest and the greatest'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TQfzTbNLesI/AAAAAAAAAuo/C2m_JXf360I/s72-c/IMG_5216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-1615962955099919877</id><published>2010-11-04T17:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T17:30:57.778-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catch Up</title><content type='html'>So as most mother's know, you don't have a lot of you time with a new born.  Between the shooting poops, spit up, eating, sleeping, eating again and crying my days seem to fly by without me feeling like i did nothing at all.  I thought i would have a couple of minutes to put some pictures up and blog while Finn slept but apparently he knew what i was doing decided to wake up.  So now i sit here breast feeding and typing with one hand, my left, so we'll see what i come up with to write.  Finn is already a month old and i can't believe it.  Joe and I are completely obsessed with him and couldn't be more in love.  We just hope he likes us when he gets older.  Finn and I are still trying to figure each other out.  Really do parents ever figure their children out?  Though the first couple of weeks i for sure thought i was going to go crazy and I'm sure Joe thought i was crazy considering i was crying every time he came home, i am now amazed how much i can function on  no sleep.  Finn really has to be the cutest baby ever and good thing too because without him being so cute i wouldn't be able to get through the crying.  Here are some new born pics and Halloween pics my  friend Emilie took of him.   They really are amazing and capture him perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joe and I love Finn's feet.  They are the perfect blend of Joe's tank toe and my webbed toe.  really who gets a kid with both parents feet perfectly? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TNM87dcqbmI/AAAAAAAAAug/14JZtHfsBKg/s1600/redit+Photo+By+Emilie-8653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TNM87dcqbmI/AAAAAAAAAug/14JZtHfsBKg/s320/redit+Photo+By+Emilie-8653.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535835359183269474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TNM87P3BwsI/AAAAAAAAAuY/urtRLvAFLpo/s1600/Photo+By+Emilie+-8625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TNM87P3BwsI/AAAAAAAAAuY/urtRLvAFLpo/s320/Photo+By+Emilie+-8625.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535835355535753922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These Halloween ones are my favorite.  He always looks so confused with his big eyes.This year I was a ghost buster, Joe was the marshmallow man and Finn a ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TNM86rvXN1I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/6GN_teiE-HA/s1600/Photo+By+Emilie-1922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TNM86rvXN1I/AAAAAAAAAuQ/6GN_teiE-HA/s320/Photo+By+Emilie-1922.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535835345839929170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TNM86US2O5I/AAAAAAAAAuI/dkU3aml1Pr8/s1600/Photo+By+Emilie-1929.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TNM86US2O5I/AAAAAAAAAuI/dkU3aml1Pr8/s320/Photo+By+Emilie-1929.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535835339546311570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in love with this grouchy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TNM86EXOFgI/AAAAAAAAAuA/mjsA25diP5o/s1600/Photo+By+Emilie-1925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TNM86EXOFgI/AAAAAAAAAuA/mjsA25diP5o/s320/Photo+By+Emilie-1925.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535835335269684738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and that my friends was typed with my left hand.  I'm super impressed with my self if you can't tell, oh the things motherhood has brought out in me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-1615962955099919877?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/1615962955099919877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=1615962955099919877&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/1615962955099919877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/1615962955099919877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2010/11/catch-up.html' title='Catch Up'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TNM87dcqbmI/AAAAAAAAAug/14JZtHfsBKg/s72-c/redit+Photo+By+Emilie-8653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-3055847064662811157</id><published>2010-10-09T10:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T10:45:40.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'>to my baby Finn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TLCXPYm22gI/AAAAAAAAAtM/-7ZRka4d0mQ/s1600/IMG_5135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526083033342859778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TLCXPYm22gI/AAAAAAAAAtM/-7ZRka4d0mQ/s320/IMG_5135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Findley-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   Today you are one week old and that makes me sad a little bit.  I want you to stay a baby forever and love me and your daddy forever.  I love that every time we want to take a picture of you you look to the side.  I love how you squeeze me finger and won't let go.  I secretly love how you cry when other people hold you but as soon as you come to mom you settle right down.  I love when you just stare at daddy when he talks.  I don't love how you have made me an emotional wreck.  I'm pretty sure I cry almost every day and at nothing.  Daddy may start to think I'm crazy but I'm sure that well go away.  You have made me a paranoid freak.  I don't think I'll ever get a full nights rest because even when you sleep I wake up a little bit before you every time because I'm worried about something.  You have me on a clock, but you're totally worth it.Mommy and Daddy are obsessed with your little feet.  They are the most perfect feet ever.  They are both Mommy and Daddy's feet.  You have the tank toes from Daddy and of course a nice webbed toe from Mommy.  Your calves are pretty amazing and strong.  I think it's hilarious when I change your diaper and not more than 10 seconds later you have gone again.  I'm glad you finally peed when I was changing you.  I'm even more glad that it shot up over your face and hit the wall, nothing worse than pee in your face (I'd imagine).  I love that you sneeze 3 times every time you sneeze like Daddy.  Daddy and I are completely content with just looking at you all day and the faces you make.  Your stretches and yawns are our most favorite thing to watch you do.  I would really like it if you stayed little but I know you can't.  We love you more than we could ever imagine and love that your in our lives forever.  We love you little Finn.&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/1585317793645268184-3055847064662811157?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/3055847064662811157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=3055847064662811157&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3055847064662811157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3055847064662811157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2010/10/to-my-baby-finn.html' title='to my baby Finn'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TLCXPYm22gI/AAAAAAAAAtM/-7ZRka4d0mQ/s72-c/IMG_5135.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-4843556107846129165</id><published>2010-10-07T09:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T10:06:23.897-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the baby due date was getting closer ( October 13&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;) I knew that Joe and I needed one last get away.  Nothing to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;extravagant&lt;/span&gt; but just a nice hotel and some dinner.  So on Friday October 1st I started thinking about this vacation and how I was going to surprise Joe.  I was watching my nieces and as we were walking to the park I was getting so excited!  In fact I was so excited I may have peed my pants a little around 2:14.  We decided not to walk back home so I had &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Scotty&lt;/span&gt; pick us up from the park.  Once I got home I called Joe and told him to come home, so he did and we left for our dream vacation.  He arrived at this huge "hotel" around 5pm and checked in.  The rooms were oh so nice.  They had a nice little bed, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;exercise&lt;/span&gt; equipment in our room, huge flat screen, a couch that folds into a bed oh it was a dream.  As the night went on we got tired so we tried falling asleep.  Joe I think was more successful then me but I j&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ust&lt;/span&gt; wasn't feeling the best.  Around 1:53 am the hotel had a personal &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;masseuse&lt;/span&gt; come into our room and release some pressure for me.  At 1:59am the pressure was gone and Joe and I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; the most perfect &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;souvenir&lt;/span&gt; ever for our last night as Joe &amp;amp; Tori. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told you I peed my pants a little thinking about our vacation.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; it just kept coming out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TK3oR-KvnjI/AAAAAAAAAsc/36aY7o4ljGU/s1600/IMG_4947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525327713296948786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TK3oR-KvnjI/AAAAAAAAAsc/36aY7o4ljGU/s320/IMG_4947.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our most comfortable room.  It was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; they wouldn't have a bed that fit both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TK3qKQ1WQuI/AAAAAAAAAsk/z6Ut1P2EhVE/s1600/IMG_4951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525329779891782370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TK3qKQ1WQuI/AAAAAAAAAsk/z6Ut1P2EhVE/s320/IMG_4951.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fancy exercise equipment that I had to get on right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TK3qK9ZVvEI/AAAAAAAAAss/kVJ-SlcctOE/s1600/IMG_4954.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525329791853902914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TK3qK9ZVvEI/AAAAAAAAAss/kVJ-SlcctOE/s320/IMG_4954.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;souvenir&lt;/span&gt; I have ever gotten from Vacation.&lt;br /&gt;Findley Jon &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Coocimiglio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7lbs. 3oz. 20in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TK3qLOL1lzI/AAAAAAAAAs0/rIDJQ-LTRsM/s1600/IMG_4966.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525329796360673074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TK3qLOL1lzI/AAAAAAAAAs0/rIDJQ-LTRsM/s320/IMG_4966.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way home with perfection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TK3qL92C9JI/AAAAAAAAAtE/igP_uimh4p8/s1600/IMG_5107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525329809154176146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TK3qL92C9JI/AAAAAAAAAtE/igP_uimh4p8/s320/IMG_5107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first family photo with the 2 loves of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TK3qLvwxinI/AAAAAAAAAs8/1wGX4W4ywbc/s1600/IMG_5023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525329805373966962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TK3qLvwxinI/AAAAAAAAAs8/1wGX4W4ywbc/s320/IMG_5023.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-4843556107846129165?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/4843556107846129165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=4843556107846129165&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/4843556107846129165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/4843556107846129165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2010/10/dream-vacation.html' title='Dream Vacation'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TK3oR-KvnjI/AAAAAAAAAsc/36aY7o4ljGU/s72-c/IMG_4947.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-7935129309379757659</id><published>2010-09-19T21:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T21:35:17.797-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TJbTuRZo3HI/AAAAAAAAAsU/lO6djjhGHHQ/s1600/cookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518831185287502962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TJbTuRZo3HI/AAAAAAAAAsU/lO6djjhGHHQ/s320/cookie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have a problem and it is so small, yet owns my thoughts.  I haven't bought this problem for like 5 years and a month ago I broke down because they were on sell.  A month later they are still on sell so I bought them again.  Curse you chewy chocolate chip cookies.  I remember when I was younger I would eat a whole sleeve of these cookies.  Well Chips Ahoy has gotten creative and instead of 2 sleeves has broken it  up into 4 smaller sleeves.  So eating 1 out of the 4 sleeves on the way home from the grocery store isn't really that bad.  The cookies are so small and light, it's almost like you need 10 to get the taste of 1 cookie.  Maybe 1 out of 4 sleeves isn't bad but when you end up eating the full 4 sleeves all to yourself it becomes a problem.  These last 3 weeks of pregnancy I feel like I am going to gain as much weight as I have the first 37 weeks.  I didn't really have a sweet tooth during pregnancy and now I think it's coming back.  My goal is once this baby is out I'm going off sugar, not just candy this time but all sugar.  Well see how that goes because sometimes I just need it.  If I want to fit back into my jeans though and not wear maternity clothes forever I better get my butt in gear.  I was going to wait until after the baby but I feel like I can't control my sugar cravings and maybe I should just start now to soften the blow.  For some reason whenever I go off candy it's always right before Halloween which is totally dumb but maybe this time I can stay off instead of restarting each year.  So as I sit here with my milk and last sleeve of cookies, I well take my last bit and not buy them again no matter what kind of deal is going on.&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/1585317793645268184-7935129309379757659?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/7935129309379757659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=7935129309379757659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7935129309379757659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7935129309379757659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-have-problem.html' title='I have a problem'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TJbTuRZo3HI/AAAAAAAAAsU/lO6djjhGHHQ/s72-c/cookie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-6787361418981588417</id><published>2010-09-17T15:05:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T09:53:34.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pregnancy &amp; Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TJPZmamfOyI/AAAAAAAAAsM/AvlIiNOYk6I/s1600/Picture+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517993222457998114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TJPZmamfOyI/AAAAAAAAAsM/AvlIiNOYk6I/s320/Picture+032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It's boiling down to the last 3 weeks before this little boy comes out and I am ready to be comfortable again. Pregnancy started out quit simple and still is pretty simple just a little more uncomfortable. Joe and I went to Lion King last night and it was amazing. I didn't think being pregnant would be too big of a deal but sitting for more than 2 1/2 hours while being 9 months pregnant wasn't the easiest thing. I did bring a pillow which helped and I'm pretty sure our little guy loved the music because he literally did not stop moving the whole time. Mostly breaking my ribs but I guess motherhood has already started and the happiness begins.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;- for the first 7 months pregnancy didn't really phase me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;- starting in month 8 pregnancy has gotten the best of me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-i miss being able to sit forward without grunting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;- while driving in shot gun I have resorted to changing the radio with my toes or have found a pointer just so I don't have to lean forward&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;- my clothes break down have always been into effect but are now getting worse. I only have 1 pair of jeans to wear but it's too stinkin hot to wear them. Last night I had an outfit on but had to change the last second due to my ankles being too fat to wear leggings. So yes I resorted back to my jeans and decided to sweat it out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- my throat burns everyday especially when I'm trying to get my 2 hours of sleep before i have to get up to pee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- So yes pregnancy has it's sucky moments but is so exciting. In the end all the suckiness goes away and then I can be comfortable and so happy with our little family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Every time I see a new baby it doesn't make sense that has been growing inside a person. They come out with their own faces. I'm excited for the next 3 weeks and can't wait for baby no name to come out. Babies/ kids are super expensive and Joe has been in desperate need for a vacation but he is being a good sport about it. I guess he kinda understands why we can't go on a cruise right now. He is still hoping though to go on a big vacay in January or something ridiculous like that(without the kid). Maybe once the little guy comes he'll understand, until then I'll just smile and say ok. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- I don't have really any stretch marks besides this one that is going to be the end of me. Every time I see that little guy I think of a rap song and I quote, " Them stretch marks on your hips is just bungee cords bringin you back when you dip". So that's all I have to say about that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Yes random post but at leat I posted. 3 weeks and counting...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-6787361418981588417?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/6787361418981588417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=6787361418981588417&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/6787361418981588417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/6787361418981588417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2010/09/pregnancy-me.html' title='Pregnancy &amp; Me'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TJPZmamfOyI/AAAAAAAAAsM/AvlIiNOYk6I/s72-c/Picture+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-1229049731738478388</id><published>2010-08-23T16:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T17:01:42.349-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Screen?</title><content type='html'>Who needs a big screen TV when you have binoculars? Yup, that's my Dad and he watches his TV with binoculars. According to him it's just like watching a big screen but he only had to pay 20 dollars instead of 1,000. Oh how I love my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/THL9A4YPxnI/AAAAAAAAAr8/_NB4jqoc-oA/s1600/IMG_4879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508743485803447922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/THL9A4YPxnI/AAAAAAAAAr8/_NB4jqoc-oA/s320/IMG_4879.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-1229049731738478388?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/1229049731738478388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=1229049731738478388&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/1229049731738478388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/1229049731738478388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-screen.html' title='Big Screen?'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/THL9A4YPxnI/AAAAAAAAAr8/_NB4jqoc-oA/s72-c/IMG_4879.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-6124081797886525152</id><published>2010-07-29T20:17:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T20:47:00.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'>and another one bits the dust</title><content type='html'>3 years later and we're still married. Nothing but marital bliss, perfect nights, no disagreements and perfect days everyday... right? No that's not real life even in my dreams I'm slapping Joe because he got me the wrong salad dressing, but I do love every moment we're together, perfect or not. I'm a little sad we well never have an anniversary again being just the 2 of us but am still excited we are moving on to the next step in our lives and starting our family. I'm glad we took 3 years to get to know our married selves and have grown together in so many ways. I love my husband more now than our wedding day and am excited for another 3 years times eternity to love him more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;* We stayed at the Castle Creek Inn a little B&amp;amp;B. We had a fun filled Romeo &amp;amp; Juliet themed room with a balcony. The Inn has beautiful grounds which we took a nice nightly stroll on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TFI3r6UX-oI/AAAAAAAAArc/bh-IyublKyY/s1600/Picture+207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499519322501413506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TFI3r6UX-oI/AAAAAAAAArc/bh-IyublKyY/s320/Picture+207.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; * We of course had to relax on the swing while enjoying the stream sounds. I get quit tired these days walking around and laying down isn't the best idea considering I can never just get up with ease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TFI3stV6MqI/AAAAAAAAArk/4eSriHEbiYY/s1600/Picture+212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499519336198058658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TFI3stV6MqI/AAAAAAAAArk/4eSriHEbiYY/s320/Picture+212.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* It was my year to plan our anniversary so I decided to try a new restaurant.  We ate at a Middle Eastern cuisine called Mazza and I can't complain it was good and we didn't have to break the bank to try new food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TFI3tC2uZcI/AAAAAAAAArs/78O4PPlJkTo/s1600/Picture+220.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499519341972841922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TFI3tC2uZcI/AAAAAAAAArs/78O4PPlJkTo/s320/Picture+220.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* This may have been the best part of the night.  I know the pic is blurry but my hands aren't steady enough to take pics with no flash.  After dinner we decided to ding dong ditch Josh &amp;amp; Court.  We wanted to see how many times we could  before they caught us.  So this is Joe sneaking up on their door.  He didn't do a  very good job considering they have those stupid big kitchen windows right in front.  Court may have caught us on the 1st ding dong but we did it 3 more times because we think we are very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TFI3tksJY7I/AAAAAAAAAr0/MIxQxzPjd_Q/s1600/Picture+221.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499519351055279026" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TFI3tksJY7I/AAAAAAAAAr0/MIxQxzPjd_Q/s320/Picture+221.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-6124081797886525152?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/6124081797886525152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=6124081797886525152&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/6124081797886525152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/6124081797886525152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2010/07/and-another-one-bits-dust.html' title='and another one bits the dust'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TFI3r6UX-oI/AAAAAAAAArc/bh-IyublKyY/s72-c/Picture+207.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-3587003017967782839</id><published>2010-07-08T15:20:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T15:38:54.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you have really good days.  Sometimes you have really bad days.  Sometimes your life may seem perfect and sometimes that may all go away.  Sometimes people need to just cry.  Sometimes people need to just laugh.  Sometimes you don't fit into that pair of jeans.  And sometimes you may look amazing in them.  Sometimes a punch to the wall is the only thing that well make you feel good or a loud scream.  Sometimes sitting in silence is the best answer.  Sometimes people don't really know what they want.  Sometimes people only see what they want.  Sometimes you shouldn't blog about random thoughts. Sometimes you're super creative.  Sometimes you're just grey.  Sometimes your scale reads heavier than you want.  Sometimes a McDouble sounds delicious.  Sometimes you want to throw up by the words McDouble.   Sometimes writing is the only person you have to talk to.  Sometimes those heels make your legs fat.  Sometimes you're invincible.  Sometimes you don't know when to stop.  Sometimes it's ok to splurge.  Sometimes when you do splurge it's better not to go into full detail.  Sometimes on sale prices aren't that great, but you need it because it's on sale.  Sometimes you live in a castle.  Sometimes you smile.  Sometimes it's hard to smile.  Sometimes is just sometimes though.  It's ok to mess up sometimes, it's every time that can break hearts or make days.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;* Yes I know I'm super creative and random and but I haven't really had any updates so this is what you get.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-3587003017967782839?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/3587003017967782839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=3587003017967782839&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3587003017967782839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3587003017967782839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2010/07/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-2011645691610011019</id><published>2010-06-11T14:35:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T14:52:08.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good ol California fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TBKea03OkqI/AAAAAAAAAq8/ILCKRCtckt0/s1600/IMG_4707.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481617880167387810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TBKea03OkqI/AAAAAAAAAq8/ILCKRCtckt0/s320/IMG_4707.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is the day to catch up on my blogging. So here is another post short and simple. Last weekend I went home to California for my friend Jacque's baby shower. I love going home when there is some event because all my friends always come. Disclaimer: I love love my Utah friends and seeing them every day but when you don't see your elementary/ jr. high friends for over a year I just get so excited to see them. I seriously have the best group of friends and we have been friends for literally over a decade ( and that sounds really old). We are the group of friends that can not talk for months and be completely normal once we start talking, have never fought and well always do things for each other. Jacque and Serina are both pregnant and having boys so I'm kinda jealous their boys get to grow up together. All my Utah friends/ Family are having girls and so my son is going to be quite the ladies man( I mean seriously if you know his father how can he not be popular with the ladies) hopefully there well be some boys not too far behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Casey, Kathleen, Jack, Becky, Serins &amp;amp; Me all best friends since 7th grade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TBKg466nBVI/AAAAAAAAArU/iSYh9tGZKbA/s1600/IMG_4717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481620596211516754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TBKg466nBVI/AAAAAAAAArU/iSYh9tGZKbA/s320/IMG_4717.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Me, Jack &amp;amp; Tiff&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TBKg4VOLXpI/AAAAAAAAArM/GWWNKs66vMI/s1600/IMG_4716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481620586093043346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TBKg4VOLXpI/AAAAAAAAArM/GWWNKs66vMI/s320/IMG_4716.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 pregnant chicks and 3 baby boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TBKg3mamgWI/AAAAAAAAArE/Xt526s3OKvU/s1600/IMG_4708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481620573528686946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TBKg3mamgWI/AAAAAAAAArE/Xt526s3OKvU/s320/IMG_4708.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1585317793645268184-2011645691610011019?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/2011645691610011019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=2011645691610011019&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/2011645691610011019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/2011645691610011019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2010/06/good-ol-california-fun.html' title='Good ol California fun'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TBKea03OkqI/AAAAAAAAAq8/ILCKRCtckt0/s72-c/IMG_4707.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-567277183474911205</id><published>2010-06-11T11:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T11:29:49.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 months ago we moved into our beautiful new home.  After many stressful days and nights we finally closed and we love it.  We live right by Chris( Joe's twin) and Bre and have great neighbors.   Joe loves the home because we are on the golf course and I love it because it is basically brand new and I don't have to redo anything.  It is going to take a while to get it fully decorated but we'll get there one day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new home right in the middle of both our families!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TBJvbqaZf1I/AAAAAAAAAq0/ypOJrcpNPEY/s1600/IMG_4724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481566217495478098" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TBJvbqaZf1I/AAAAAAAAAq0/ypOJrcpNPEY/s320/IMG_4724.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TBJva90FIiI/AAAAAAAAAqs/KXMM0Xfg8HQ/s1600/IMG_4720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481566205523599906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TBJva90FIiI/AAAAAAAAAqs/KXMM0Xfg8HQ/s320/IMG_4720.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our living area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TBJvaGUddCI/AAAAAAAAAqk/UeWYyfSmPZg/s1600/IMG_4719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481566190627025954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TBJvaGUddCI/AAAAAAAAAqk/UeWYyfSmPZg/s320/IMG_4719.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the house is filled with bedrooms and bathrooms that are empty at this point.  Honestly I rearly go upstairs so who knows we could have some creatures living up there.  Having a new home is a lot like having a baby I have realized.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Baby and New Home:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;1. Both cause a little stress before we even have them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2. Both are expensive, we don't have the baby yet but we know he'll be a pretty penny.  As for a new home it's not as quite as cheap as our condo and I've seen bills that only grown ups should get and Joe and I are clearly not grown ups yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3. Both cut into Vacation Joe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;4. Both need new things.  How can someone who I can't even see yet need new clothes, diapers, food, bedding and so much more than I would ever need.  Our home is pretty selfish too always wanting to be decorated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;5. In the beginning both caused me some sleepiness nights and weird dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After all the stress and worry and expenses both have caused us happiness and joy.  We love our new home even though it made us grow up a little more.  And Joe and I are both becoming more obsessed with our baby boy.  He makes us happier each day and can't wait to meet him.  So yes Father Joe and Reasonable Joe are coming out in full force but don't worry Golf and Vacation Joe aren't far behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/1585317793645268184-567277183474911205?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/567277183474911205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=567277183474911205&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/567277183474911205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/567277183474911205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-home.html' title='New Home'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TBJvbqaZf1I/AAAAAAAAAq0/ypOJrcpNPEY/s72-c/IMG_4724.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-5577804126305014566</id><published>2010-06-03T21:54:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:47:25.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Lucia</title><content type='html'>Last week Joe and I went to St. Lucia and it was gorgeous.  We stayed with Neil and Catie on Neil's parent's sail boat.  Yes, literally a sail boat and we sailed for 6 days around St. Lucia.  I have been to the Caribbean a lot but I have didn't remember it being so hot and humid.  We stayed at gorgeous beaches and resorts, ate some interesting local food,  and met the friendliest people.  It was a nice much needed vacation but after sweating for 6 days I think I may need a vacation from our vacation, and since Joe loves vacations I feel a little Vacation Joe coming out before Father Joe gets here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Catie &amp;amp; I on the dingy between the pitons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TAh7Oq7dF7I/AAAAAAAAAqc/MM84EkGP68Y/s1600/IMG_4555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478764438668253106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TAh7Oq7dF7I/AAAAAAAAAqc/MM84EkGP68Y/s320/IMG_4555.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Our last port at Rodney Bay Joe found a pastry shop.  We really ordered about 6 times in a span of 2 hours and every time the lady saw us she just laughed but I'm sure was grateful we cleaned out her apple turnovers and ham and egg croissants.  It was delicious!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TAh7OBuIcSI/AAAAAAAAAqU/hz3_fVg7IWQ/s1600/IMG_4702.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478764427606520098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TAh7OBuIcSI/AAAAAAAAAqU/hz3_fVg7IWQ/s320/IMG_4702.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* most pictures are of me behind Joe but they finally convinced me to do a belly pic.  I'm 21 weeks I believe. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TAh7NsgO_PI/AAAAAAAAAqM/sWtTikGNIAo/s1600/IMG_4684.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478764421911084274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TAh7NsgO_PI/AAAAAAAAAqM/sWtTikGNIAo/s320/IMG_4684.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My feet swelled up once I got there and then went down a little.  One night while at dinner my legs got attack by bugs and my ankle swelled up like I've never seen.  My calves and ankles swelled up so bad on our plan ride home I could barley walk because my skin was pulled so tight.  I'm just glad they are slowly going back to normal and not everything on me is getting fat with pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TAh7NARpoPI/AAAAAAAAAqE/poKoV-dDAoE/s1600/IMG_4673.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478764410038755570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TAh7NARpoPI/AAAAAAAAAqE/poKoV-dDAoE/s320/IMG_4673.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Some little ruins we found on a hike.  The hike was a pretty little hike through a rain forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TAh6HRsapqI/AAAAAAAAAp8/eX7kTlyzzcU/s1600/IMG_4619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478763212123580066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TAh6HRsapqI/AAAAAAAAAp8/eX7kTlyzzcU/s320/IMG_4619.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*One morning Ellen took us to a floating dock and we did Qui Qong or Chi Chong some type of meditation and of course Joe had to do it in snorkel gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TAh6GwzbEwI/AAAAAAAAAp0/V0QkLuT9mQo/s1600/IMG_4581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478763203294597890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TAh6GwzbEwI/AAAAAAAAAp0/V0QkLuT9mQo/s320/IMG_4581.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Joe and I at the Pitons one of the most beautiful spots I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TAh6GvSRZvI/AAAAAAAAAps/Kq6mDPF4AKM/s1600/IMG_4553.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478763202887116530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TAh6GvSRZvI/AAAAAAAAAps/Kq6mDPF4AKM/s320/IMG_4553.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Joe and I at the front of the sail boat, starting our sea adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TAh6F9FaUMI/AAAAAAAAApk/ijqmHWs-eBY/s1600/IMG_4519.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478763189411401922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TAh6F9FaUMI/AAAAAAAAApk/ijqmHWs-eBY/s320/IMG_4519.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* These 2 really loved each other the whole trip.  They defiantly were each other's biggest fans and laughed all day long.  Catie &amp;amp; I didn't think they were as funny as they thought they were, but we still love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TAh6FSCDSUI/AAAAAAAAApc/m9tGqch-2lo/s1600/IMG_4518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478763177854585154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TAh6FSCDSUI/AAAAAAAAApc/m9tGqch-2lo/s320/IMG_4518.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-5577804126305014566?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/5577804126305014566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=5577804126305014566&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/5577804126305014566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/5577804126305014566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2010/06/st-lucia.html' title='St. Lucia'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/TAh7Oq7dF7I/AAAAAAAAAqc/MM84EkGP68Y/s72-c/IMG_4555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-625815592252895070</id><published>2010-05-17T13:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T14:01:29.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Coccimiglio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S_GevmONvoI/AAAAAAAAApU/FRK3rZHZF-s/s1600/elegant-baby-boy-75.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S_GevmONvoI/AAAAAAAAApU/FRK3rZHZF-s/s320/elegant-baby-boy-75.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472329562783071874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're having a boy and couldn't be more excited!  I had a feeling we were having a boy but every weird dream I have had has always been a girl.  Last night I dreamt all night long, about running late to the appointment and seeing a baby girl, so I prepped Joe before we went and said all my dreams have been a girl but we'll see.  The second I realized we were looking between the legs I knew it was a boy.   I'm sure we would have been just as excited for a girl, but now knowing the sex of our baby makes pregnancy so much more real.  It's not that I'm just getting fat now, but now I have a baby boy and it's ok to have a belly for him.  We saw him in every angle and his little heart it was amazing.  I haven't seen Joe as excited as I saw him today.  I'm sure he is just thrilled to have a little soccer player.  Most of my friends are having or have had girls so my little boy well have plenty of girlfriends to choose from.  To be honest I haven't been to much into this pregnancy.  Haven't really looked at baby clothes or items or anything really, but now I am more excited to get a nursery together and I can't wait until October.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-625815592252895070?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/625815592252895070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=625815592252895070&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/625815592252895070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/625815592252895070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2010/05/baby-coccimiglio.html' title='Baby Coccimiglio'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S_GevmONvoI/AAAAAAAAApU/FRK3rZHZF-s/s72-c/elegant-baby-boy-75.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-8247232153456895258</id><published>2010-05-04T12:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T13:01:41.484-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Curse You Jalapeno</title><content type='html'>A couple of months ago I made this Indian dish that requires some jalapeno.  After I cut and seeded the jalapeno I of course washed my hands.  A couple hours later after eating with our friends I rubbed my eye and apparently there was still some stupid jalapeno on it because it shot through my eye.  It instantly went down the right side of my face and numbed my whole right side.  So I learned my lesson from then on I always wore those plastic dentist gloves while cutting hot peppers.  Well last weekend we had friends over to see our new place and I made the same Indian dish ( it takes like all day to make and Joe is obsessed with it, so only when he is good is when I'll make it JK).  I didn't use gloves because I was running late and with moving I just wasn't sure where they were.  So I was extra careful all night making sure I didn't rub my eyes or even itch my nose.  If I had an itch I had Joe do it.  I washed my hands several times throughout the night so I thought I was safe.  Well here comes bed time around 12 and I go to take out my contacts.  Son of a B-sting there was still jalapeno on my fingers.  Luckily not too much and Joe flushed it with water so I could still feel my face.  So yes Jalapeno 2, Tori 0 and no matter how big of a hurry I am in I well not cut super hot peppers until I have my dental gloves on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-8247232153456895258?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/8247232153456895258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=8247232153456895258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8247232153456895258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8247232153456895258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2010/05/curse-you-jalapeno.html' title='Curse You Jalapeno'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-7874597223633874569</id><published>2010-04-27T12:51:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T13:00:01.446-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Last Big Vacay for a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S9cyvS7ET5I/AAAAAAAAApM/s6aLsu-oGzc/s1600/St.+Lucia+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S9cyvS7ET5I/AAAAAAAAApM/s6aLsu-oGzc/s320/St.+Lucia+1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464892460952211346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As many of you know vacation time is very important to Joe, mainly to Vacation Joe.  With a baby on the way we of course had to get in 1 last big vacation.  Don't get me wrong I'm sure we well still have many weekend trips before October but apparently with a new house and a baby life just got a lot more expensive.  After many months of debating if we could afford one last big vacation we decided we can.  Joe's friend Neil's parents are sailing their way around the Caribbean for who knows how long and invited Neil and Catie to come visit, and then Neil invited us to come visit.  SO we're going on down to St. Lucia and sailing around for 6 days.  I'm so excited because it is something we have never done before.  We were thinking about Hawaii but we can go to Hawaii anytime, sailing around islands doesn't happen to often.  So hopefully Neil wasn't joking about us coming because our tickets are booked and I'm looking for swimsuits.  We are going the end of May so I'm sure swimsuits aren't going to be my favorite thing to wear being all nice and round, but I think I can suck it up for a couple of days.  I'm excited for summer and sun and visiting new islands we haven't visited before!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-7874597223633874569?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/7874597223633874569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=7874597223633874569&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7874597223633874569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7874597223633874569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-last-big-vacay-for-while.html' title='Our Last Big Vacay for a while'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S9cyvS7ET5I/AAAAAAAAApM/s6aLsu-oGzc/s72-c/St.+Lucia+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-8175865716133505792</id><published>2010-04-06T11:31:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:38:49.925-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I do love CA but this has gone too far</title><content type='html'>Everyone who reads this blog knows that I grew up in California in the Santa Clarita Valley. I loved growing up there! I loved riding my bike everyday down to Lucky's and get a soda and hang out at the park. I loved that we could just play outside and climb our hill for hours and no one had to worry about us being safe. I loved the weather all year long and how close everything is. Even though it may take an hour to get to the beach I loved that once I got my license my friends and I could just drive down to the beach every weekend and relax. Yes everything about Santa Clarita was amazing, but now it has taken a turn for the worse. Yes this is a true story but it has gone from SCV to Awesometown...PROMISE! That is so embarrassing how can you look at a place called Awesometown and take it seriously. Even though I love California I am glad I moved before it turned into high society people living in Awesometown. Yes when I went home last week I found out the news and was embarassed but had to laugh at the same time. Whoever decided to name to place Awesometown, should really reconsider looking into another line of work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;LOOK...it's even on their website and they have billboards of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S7twZGnMRXI/AAAAAAAAApE/MtG8t11fDak/s1600/NL4060-310_ValenciaGolferAd_LAT_PUB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 149px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457078950063523186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S7twZGnMRXI/AAAAAAAAApE/MtG8t11fDak/s320/NL4060-310_ValenciaGolferAd_LAT_PUB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-8175865716133505792?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/8175865716133505792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=8175865716133505792&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8175865716133505792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8175865716133505792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-do-love-ca-but-this-has-gone-to-far.html' title='I do love CA but this has gone too far'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S7twZGnMRXI/AAAAAAAAApE/MtG8t11fDak/s72-c/NL4060-310_ValenciaGolferAd_LAT_PUB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-2308655109257305178</id><published>2010-03-30T12:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T12:49:29.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I'm pregnant but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S7JEz8K66eI/AAAAAAAAAo8/i27Jxfw4O64/s1600/c12.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 319px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S7JEz8K66eI/AAAAAAAAAo8/i27Jxfw4O64/s320/c12.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454497757815040482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this is totally how I feel.  I know I know everyone gives the compliments "no you look great, you're not even showing, you probably won't show forever", but no matter what anyone says there is no beating around the bush, I'm getting fat and that is that.  I know I'm pregnant and you're supposed to get fat but I just wish that the belly would pop out at once rather than this gradual pudgy to pregnant look.  Right now I'm in the stage were if I haven't seen people in a while it's like " Damn Gina have you seen Tori she has gained a couple pounds."  I guess I'll have to just wait until the pudgy round  look goes away and a belly starts to pop.  Besides the uncomfortable round look pregnancy has been great so far.  I haven't been sick at all, a little tired and pee like crazy but as I come to the end of the first trimester the sleepiness is slowly going away.  Oh and if you're thinking about getting pregnant I'm going to inform you on something that I was never informed on.  You may think you'll get a full nights rest until your third trimester but don't be fooled.  The full nights rest stops when that little sperm and egg meet.  You well constantly wake up in the middle of the night to pee.  So if you are ready to not get sleep for the next 18 plus years then you're ready to be a mom.  Yes, I decided 18 plus years of no sleep because I think I well never get any sleep with any amount of kids.  Since no one warned me about waking up every couple of hours since the beginning I am just preparing myself for 18 years of no sleep that way if I start to get sleep before then, I well be oh so happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-2308655109257305178?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/2308655109257305178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=2308655109257305178&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/2308655109257305178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/2308655109257305178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-know-im-pregnant-but.html' title='I know I&apos;m pregnant but...'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S7JEz8K66eI/AAAAAAAAAo8/i27Jxfw4O64/s72-c/c12.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-8782369410812677035</id><published>2010-03-26T12:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T13:05:18.006-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Here it Comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S60FKiwdlQI/AAAAAAAAAo0/aoC_s9S7kDM/s1600/vpy%3D0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453020402502440194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S60FKiwdlQI/AAAAAAAAAo0/aoC_s9S7kDM/s320/vpy%3D0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the beginning of February Joe and I found out that we are having a baby. Now at 12 weeks and after hearing the baby's strong heartbeat again I though we'd share the news. We are super excited for this little one to come and the new adventures it is going to bring us. Now with a new baby and hopefully a new home by the end of April we'd appreciate if that millionaire relative would finally give us a share. The baby is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;due&lt;/span&gt; October 13&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; which I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; is a very spooky date so hopefully it comes a couple days earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*We sent out these little Valentines to our family once we found out.&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/1585317793645268184-8782369410812677035?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/8782369410812677035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=8782369410812677035&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8782369410812677035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8782369410812677035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2010/03/here-it-comes.html' title='Here it Comes'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S60FKiwdlQI/AAAAAAAAAo0/aoC_s9S7kDM/s72-c/vpy%3D0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-7340739333938437140</id><published>2010-03-08T11:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T11:36:32.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson 2: Crying Works</title><content type='html'>In this story I think there is a lesson for kids and parents.  Parents, don't tell your children to do something if you really don't want it done and kids if you're getting yelled at try crying ( usually works when daughters do it fathers and sons do it to mothers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I was around 3rd or 4th grade when this happened.  My family had a DohBoy pool and what that is, is an amazing above ground pool 4 feet deep all away across.  Though it was kinda ghetto I loved swimming in it every summer.  My dad would work so hard to keep it clean in the summer time, but when winter came around sometimes it would turn green.  This specific time it was green with tadpoles which soon became frogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night I was playing with Logan, Ryan and Shannon and my parents were going out.  As my dad was leaving he said if you could get the pool blue then I'll give you 100 bucks.  Of course as kids we decided to do it without any hesitation.  We climbed in the frog infested pool with buckets and starting throwing the water out of the pool.  As an adult now I would never even think to get in that pool because of all the germs but as a kid 100 bucks was like 1 million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         *Side note if the water got below a certain point in the  pool the lining would shrink and the whole pool would be ruined and we would have to get a new one.  Father should have mentioned this before the emptying of the pool started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we kept emptying the pool for some time and then once we thought we had enough frogs and green water out we put the hose in and started filling up the pool with pretty blue water.  We went inside and my mom and dad came home some time after.  I was so excited I told my dad that the pool was filling up with blue water and that we owed us 100 bucks.  My parents went outside to sopping wet grass and a pool that was very close to being ruined.  As my dad began to yell at me all I could think of was to cry. I cried and he wasn't mad anymore.  From that point on I learned when in doubt cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-7340739333938437140?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/7340739333938437140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=7340739333938437140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7340739333938437140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7340739333938437140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2010/03/lesson-2-crying-works.html' title='Lesson 2: Crying Works'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-1116981315287279737</id><published>2010-03-06T08:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T09:10:05.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson 1: Repentance</title><content type='html'>Last night my friends Courtney and I went to dinner and reminisced on the lessons we learned when we were younger and the different parenting techniques our parents had.  I decided I need to write down some of these stories because though right now I can remember like it happened yesterday one day I'm not going to even remember my name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 1 is on repentance.  I had just gotten baptized and wanted to do everything right.  Well one hot summer day I was playing with Logan, Ryan, and Shannon , which was about an everyday event, and we didn't know what to do.  Well a couple houses down from my house was abandoned ( or so we thought).  It seemed to an 8 year old that no one lived in that house for years, but in reality it was probably like a month or something.  So we decided to make a homeless shelter out of it and in order to do that we had to break into it.  I'm pretty sure Logan figured out how to open the side window and we all climbed inside.  It was perfect all we would have to do is clean it and then homeless people could start moving in.  I remember thinking of the huge sign we would put out front, it was alike a dream.  Well since we had to clean it we went back to my house and collected all of the cleaning supplies and of course garden supplies too because the yard needed some cleaning up.  We went back down to the house and started cleaning, which felt like 2 hours but it was probably 20 minutes, we got really hot so we decided to take a break and go swimming.  We left all the supplies at the house and left.  As we were walking out a car of people pulled into the drive away and I knew we could never go back and get our things because those people well throw us in jail for breaking in. &lt;br /&gt;For the next month or so I remember my mom asking where her broom was and my dad asking were those big weed clipper things were.  I felt horrible especially because at the time we didn't have much money and we had to get everything from the church.  But there was no way I could tell my parents that I broke into a house so I just prayed and I'm pretty sure I prayed that they would never find out and that I would be forgiven and I was so sorry and would never do it again.  I prayed at least the  rest of that year being so scared I was going to jail.  Well I never went to jail and I'm pretty sure I'm forgiven for that, but I never told my parents that story until a couple years ago.&lt;br /&gt;As a little kid even though it was going to be a homeless shelter I knew I would be in big trouble and ever since that day every stupid thing I have done I knew it was really important to repent ( and not to tell your parents...just joking) and not to break into houses.&lt;br /&gt;Lesson 1 learned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-1116981315287279737?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/1116981315287279737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=1116981315287279737&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/1116981315287279737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/1116981315287279737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2010/03/lesson-1-repentance.html' title='Lesson 1: Repentance'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-5526635136955800487</id><published>2010-02-18T10:04:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T10:21:16.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot &amp; Cold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Valentine's Day was just last week and if you think of it, it's kinda a weird Holiday. Yes I know I am always going to have a Valentine so I should just love it because I well always have something to do with someone I love, but in all reality it's another day for gifts, spending money and saying I love you a lot a lot a lot. When you love someone you shouldn't need a special day to express how much you love them it should be everyday. Since there is a specific day every year you are supposed to spend excessive money and really expectations are never really met, are they? When you get one thing it's kinda like you wanted something else. All Valentines Day is really another day for people to have super high expectations that may be let down and to show how much you love someone, when in fact that should be shown everyday all year long if you really really really love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S311sTRBYDI/AAAAAAAAAoc/riyXVtZc8Rg/s1600-h/Picture+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439633328879788082" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S311sTRBYDI/AAAAAAAAAoc/riyXVtZc8Rg/s320/Picture+022.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year Joe and I decided to not do presents and it was my best Valentines day ever. Honestly I can't remember what I got our first year of marriage and last year I was a brat because what I thought I was getting I didn't get ( even though he did put a lot of thought into that present) and this year I well remember and have the rest of our lives. This year Creative Joe came out and did a scavenger hunt for me. He wrote a nice long letter in the shape of a heart, cut it up and hid it throughout the house. When we got home from church I started looking. Apparently I am really good at finding the easy ones but then some were just impossible to find so we had to play hot and cold. Once I found all the pieces I put them together and they made this huge heart with the most thoughtful words.   I loved every moment of our Valentine's weekend and am thinking of not doing presents ever again.  This way I'm happy, Joe's happy and our bank accounts stay a little fuller.&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/1585317793645268184-5526635136955800487?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/5526635136955800487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=5526635136955800487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/5526635136955800487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/5526635136955800487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2010/02/hot-cold.html' title='Hot &amp; Cold'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S311sTRBYDI/AAAAAAAAAoc/riyXVtZc8Rg/s72-c/Picture+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-2866613147360054313</id><published>2010-01-31T09:57:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T10:14:00.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kitty Cat</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I helped out at my niece Jada's birthday party. We painted nails, melted crayons into bigger crayons, played games and face painted. It was a really fun birthday party. The face painter was awesome it was literally the whole face not just a rainbow on the cheek like I remember face painting. Of course there were a couple of jokes about the adults getting their faces painted but nobody did... well nobody did until I said I can't because I am going to a movie afterwards. Immediately Dave, my brother-in-law, said I'll give you 20 bucks to have your face painted like a cat and go to the movies like that. I said ok, then I said no then I said yes again and after about 2 minutes I transformed from Tori to this yup I was a tiger. The whole time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S2W3hmUVlgI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Cc8xhP9SBwA/s1600-h/IMG955249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432950313341785602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S2W3hmUVlgI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Cc8xhP9SBwA/s320/IMG955249.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; we are laughing but I couldn't really see myself.  Then I looked in the mirror and I can't believe I have a tiger face.  Joe was out golfing so he had no clue that his wife was really a tiger.  When he got to his parents house i surprised him and I've never seen him so shocked before.  In fact he wouldn't even give me a kiss he was afraid he would turn into a tiger too.  We went to the movies around 4 and I was thinking it wouldn't be that bad because it was a dollar theater and we were seeing 2012 which wasn't that cool anyways.  Of course I was wrong and it was the busiest I have ever seen the theater and the movie we were actually in was jam packed.  During the movie I forgot I had a tiger face until Joe looked at me and started laughing.  I'm just glad I got a tiger because after my face was painted Dave started thinking of a clown face or a pig face which would have been way more embarrassing than a tiger face.  A pig face people would just laugh but a tiger face people are intimidated and wouldn't want to mess with me.  SO how old is too old for face painting?  Some say 8 but I would say 25 so I have a whole year to paint my face before it becomes weird...right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-2866613147360054313?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/2866613147360054313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=2866613147360054313&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/2866613147360054313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/2866613147360054313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2010/01/kitty-cat.html' title='Kitty Cat'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S2W3hmUVlgI/AAAAAAAAAoM/Cc8xhP9SBwA/s72-c/IMG955249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-4826424009555712728</id><published>2010-01-12T17:47:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T18:15:33.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup another Cruise</title><content type='html'>It's true we went on another cruise last week. We were lucky enough to leave cold Utah and head south to cold Florida. We just so happened to pick the week that Florida reached their all time low temperature, so lucky us. Even though some days were overcast and a little to cool for me for cruising time it was still a blast. We went to St. Maarten, St. Thomas and Grand Turk. Each island we did about the same thing, rented a scooter, take pictures, go swimming and Joe even got his sugar cane juice that he has been craving and talking about ever since he left Brazil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We rang in the new year on the plane and in a taxi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S00bKjRsCgI/AAAAAAAAAoE/IjClviBjWso/s1600-h/cruise+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S00bKjRsCgI/AAAAAAAAAoE/IjClviBjWso/s320/cruise+001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426022994133387778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Joe's favorite spot on the ship was in the spa watching his football games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S00bKPhhEkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/LqULhi0VCbY/s1600-h/cruise+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S00bKPhhEkI/AAAAAAAAAn8/LqULhi0VCbY/s320/cruise+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426022988831068738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In St. Maarten we went to a beach that was in front of the airport.  Planes would fly right over us about every 5 minutes which was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S00bJp1qKQI/AAAAAAAAAn0/9GSD4oFa8pA/s1600-h/cruise+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S00bJp1qKQI/AAAAAAAAAn0/9GSD4oFa8pA/s320/cruise+071.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426022978715003138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unfortunately planes take off there as well.  When looking at this awesome sign you would think that a plane taking off would blow you away.  We got the privilege to see a plane take off and it didn't blow you away at all.  All it did was blow sand at you.  Not friendly sand either it was hard rough sand being embedded into your skin.  That part not as fun but kinda funny now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S00a0yreZnI/AAAAAAAAAns/wXRcZbu_50g/s1600-h/cruise+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S00a0yreZnI/AAAAAAAAAns/wXRcZbu_50g/s320/cruise+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426022620310955634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In ST. Thomas we rode around on a scooter since the weather wasn't the best.  St. Thomas has the nicest people and this lady let us go in her backyard to take pictures of her beautiful view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S00a0tcnh6I/AAAAAAAAAnk/33GOZ35Fm9k/s1600-h/cruise+115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S00a0tcnh6I/AAAAAAAAAnk/33GOZ35Fm9k/s320/cruise+115.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426022618906462114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course we have formal night were we always eat way too much.  That sick feeling you get eating too much though was totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S00a0IoMW4I/AAAAAAAAAnc/ErY-b0LbFs8/s1600-h/cruise+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S00a0IoMW4I/AAAAAAAAAnc/ErY-b0LbFs8/s320/cruise+120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426022609022901122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In Grand Turk this was about it.  We rented a scooter and saw the island which had about 2 buildings down town, random sheep, bulls, horses and cows. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S00az8EmNQI/AAAAAAAAAnU/X1Y-pSeh2VI/s1600-h/cruise+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S00az8EmNQI/AAAAAAAAAnU/X1Y-pSeh2VI/s320/cruise+133.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426022605652374786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And this was the end of the cruise, Joe getting in his last meal.  I'm not sure what everything on that plate was but he ate every bite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S00azd6iI9I/AAAAAAAAAnM/dCoHJpWmmW0/s1600-h/cruise+155.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S00azd6iI9I/AAAAAAAAAnM/dCoHJpWmmW0/s320/cruise+155.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426022597557101522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cruises are so so much fun and leave us relaxed, fat and sad to come home but are so worth it every time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-4826424009555712728?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/4826424009555712728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=4826424009555712728&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/4826424009555712728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/4826424009555712728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2010/01/yup-another-cruise.html' title='Yup another Cruise'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/S00bKjRsCgI/AAAAAAAAAoE/IjClviBjWso/s72-c/cruise+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-7820581670655279193</id><published>2009-12-16T10:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T10:19:53.919-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SykUvW8ErDI/AAAAAAAAAmc/KLhcTiV5gCw/s1600-h/1207092255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SykUvW8ErDI/AAAAAAAAAmc/KLhcTiV5gCw/s320/1207092255.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415882830733683762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup that's right, I'm addicted to crack.  I'm not afraid to say it because it is the most delicious thing I have ever tasted.   See these cookies I'm pretty sure they have crack in them because when I'm not eating them I think about them and when I am eating them I think how I shouldn't be on my 4th cookie already.  These are Courtney's cookies and I don't know how she gets them so perfect every time.  She doesn't even measure anything and they come out flawless.  She made me some for my birthday the other week, which was the best gift ever,  and I am ashamed to say that after my 5th cookie right before bed I told Joe he had to take them to work.  A couple days later I told Joe I wish he didn't take them to work and he said that was like 3 days ago.  I told him I know and I have been thinking about them ever since.  These cookies right here I want to be the last thing I eat before I fall asleep forever, I want them buried with my so my casket smells like fresh cookies and I really hope Courtney you bring the recipe to heaven because you should make them when we're there.  I bet you wouldn't even have to make them. I bet just  thinking about them and they would appear, that would be amazing.  So yes I do have a crack problem and it is these cookies.  Even though I always say just one I always end up with at least 4 and love every bite  of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-7820581670655279193?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/7820581670655279193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=7820581670655279193&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7820581670655279193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7820581670655279193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/12/crack.html' title='Crack'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SykUvW8ErDI/AAAAAAAAAmc/KLhcTiV5gCw/s72-c/1207092255.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-7050342071721042057</id><published>2009-12-07T10:04:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T15:52:36.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Santa</title><content type='html'>Dear Santa-&lt;br /&gt;   As I get older I find fewer things I want for Christmas.  This year I can only think of one thing and if I could get it then I won't ask for anything else ever again... well maybe we'll just keep it to one thing a year because lets be honest it's Christmas you always want at least one gift.  This year I want to be sick.  I want to wake up feeling like I have to throw up but never really do because that would just make me have to throw up more.  I want to gain some weight but only in the belly because I don't want to look like an umpa lumpa. I promise i won't name the gift any weird names, like system quatro ( which is really what my dad wanted to name me, true story). And I want you to tell the Mr. this is what I want because I think he listens to you more then he does to me, especially around Christmas time.  Let him know I haven't asked for 2 years so he should be grateful and now I am asking.  In fact Santa, if you could just have a stork or your reindeer drop it off at the front door and skip the being sick and fat part that would be an even better gift.  I just want that gift to hold and kiss and squeeze and when I'm sad and Joe is at work I want that gift to make me happy.  I kinda lied in the beginning and I'm sorry for that but I actually want 2 gifts.  I know I always said I just wanted 1 but I think having 2 would be amazing.  So this is all I want for Christmas so if you could give that to me Santa I'll be good all year long.  Thank you so very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tori Beth Coccimiglio&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-7050342071721042057?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/7050342071721042057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=7050342071721042057&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7050342071721042057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7050342071721042057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/12/letter-to-santa.html' title='Letter to Santa'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-7373388715124336941</id><published>2009-12-03T13:45:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:51:32.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh How I Love California</title><content type='html'>Yup it's true I do love California.&lt;br /&gt;1. 80 degrees in November&lt;br /&gt;2. No dry skin only soft uncracky skin&lt;br /&gt;3. My Family&lt;br /&gt;4. Jacque Mendenhall and Becky and Casey too if they still lived there&lt;br /&gt;5. Stonefire Grill&lt;br /&gt;6. BJ's Pazookies&lt;br /&gt;7. The smell of the air&lt;br /&gt;8. Sunny days means sun and warmth not just sun&lt;br /&gt;9. Sitting in the hot tub not because it's cold outside but because you can any time&lt;br /&gt;10. wear sandals all year long without getting frost bite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I don't love but just like Utah:&lt;br /&gt;because today the news lady said it is going to be a nice sunny day and then said the high is going to be 29 degrees.  Really you can't put nice and 29 degrees in the same sentence.  Luckily my husband lives here otherwise I would have to move right back home and get soft skin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-7373388715124336941?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/7373388715124336941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=7373388715124336941&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7373388715124336941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7373388715124336941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-how-i-love-california.html' title='Oh How I Love California'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-5361391548889200621</id><published>2009-11-28T15:12:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T15:17:06.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Cuss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SxGg-OVjL1I/AAAAAAAAAmU/Ej2GVo_FdoA/s1600/fox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409281618309492562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SxGg-OVjL1I/AAAAAAAAAmU/Ej2GVo_FdoA/s320/fox.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being home with my family means lots of movies. So far haven't been to impressed with any of the twilights that I have seen but this movie I was way impressed with... Fantastic Mr. Fox saw it,  liked it, loved it, I'd watch it again.  Many more movies to see with the fam since I well be seeing them next weekend too.  So we'll see how next weekend goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-5361391548889200621?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/5361391548889200621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=5361391548889200621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/5361391548889200621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/5361391548889200621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-cuss.html' title='What the Cuss'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SxGg-OVjL1I/AAAAAAAAAmU/Ej2GVo_FdoA/s72-c/fox.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-9210524149114879011</id><published>2009-11-18T12:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T13:08:18.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That's whats up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SwRRcXQznoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/1-DrSdar5TI/s1600/HEALTHY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SwRRcXQznoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/1-DrSdar5TI/s320/HEALTHY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405535000474132098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I live in Utah and it's cold, and snowy and I get sick more than I ever have, and there are only 2 months  ( if lucky) of really nice weather and there isn't a beach but we are the 2nd healthiest state in the US.  That's right we're number 2 in being healthy.  I feel  healthier just knowing that.  Some say 2 is the number 1 loser but I say 2 is way more accomplished than 1.  Anybody ( besides the South) can get number 1 in healthy states, but to be able to squeeze yourself into the middle of 1 and 3 now that's an accomplishment.  Even though times I do miss California for warmth and family and friends I am glad to live in the 2nd healthiest state.  Living here I think you get a freebie and you get to say you're healthy so that's always  plus.  and That's whats up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-9210524149114879011?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/9210524149114879011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=9210524149114879011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/9210524149114879011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/9210524149114879011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/11/thats-whats-up.html' title='That&apos;s whats up'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SwRRcXQznoI/AAAAAAAAAmM/1-DrSdar5TI/s72-c/HEALTHY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-3099450066080019084</id><published>2009-11-06T10:23:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T10:37:07.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skinny Cow equals Fat Girl</title><content type='html'>What does skinny cow, tollhouse chocolate chip cookie dough, banana cream snack pack and chocolate vanilla snack pack have in common?  If you guessed my shopping list I'm impressed.  That's right Wednesday night at 9:30 I went to walmart and bought only those 4 items.  You have to understand though I was craving a treat  like I've never craved before.  I haven't eaten candy in a month and I usually eat candy every day or at least some chocolate chips to satisfy my sweet tooth ( curse you Dad for giving me that sweet tooth).  So what I really wanted was Courtney's chocolate chip cookies because those complete me for at least a couple of days but I didn't have Courtney's chocolate chip cookies.  So I went to the store a lone ( I didn't even have Joe there to blame all the treats on as the cashier just smiled at me) and thought I'll just get a healthier snack, skinny cow ice cream only 2 points on weight watchers, but that didn't seem like it would  satisfy me all the way.  I then went and got some cookie dough knowing I wasn't going to make the cookies and I was going to  just eat 1 little square of dough and the snack packs were for Joe because those are really lames treats if you ask me I wouldn't even call that a treat.  When I got home, after a  couple of smiles from the grocery store and a good laugh by me, I sat down and ate a skinny cow and 1 cookie square like I planned.  Still didn't satisfy me so I ate 2 more cookie squares which totally cancel out the skinny cow.  Yes I am a fat girl inside wanting treats all day long, good thing tollhouse has 24 cookie dough squares that could last me at least a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-3099450066080019084?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/3099450066080019084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=3099450066080019084&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3099450066080019084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3099450066080019084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/11/skinny-cow-equals-fat-girl.html' title='Skinny Cow equals Fat Girl'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-1421160714898614535</id><published>2009-10-28T08:31:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:42:17.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cruise Highlights</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Suh7_SzkF1I/AAAAAAAAAl8/XGJDJ8fI0pM/s1600-h/IMG_4016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Suh7_SzkF1I/AAAAAAAAAl8/XGJDJ8fI0pM/s320/IMG_4016.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397700480713627474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Welcome to our cruise.  I'm just going to do some highlights of our cruise (mostly for the parentals to see it).  Joe and I and Tyler and Jeff were able to go on a 10 day cruise down to the Panama Canal and it was amazing.  10 days of relaxing, eating, playing games, seeing new sites and eating was the perfect vacation.  Joe and I got this lovely ice cream you see in Costa Rica.  What you can't see is the fresh pineapple, mango and banana underneath all that ice cream, it was amazing.  Even though this time we had to pay for the ice cream it was 3 dollars well spent.  Our stops on the cruise were Aruba, Columbia, Panama, Costa Rica and Jamaica.  And here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First to start off with is of course our desserts.  You probably can't see how many desserts we have but yes we got about 3-5 desserts a night and loved every bite of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhXTuJB7yI/AAAAAAAAAjc/INehi4WQuEw/s1600-h/DSC_1934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhXTuJB7yI/AAAAAAAAAjc/INehi4WQuEw/s320/DSC_1934.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397660149718576930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ship was a shuffle board court and Joe and I spent much of our days at sea playing.  I of course won every time.  I pretty much smoked Joe in every game we played; board games, running up the stairs,  racing to our rooms, chipping competitions and shuffle board.  Ok to be honest I only beat Joe once in Shuffle board but it was a really good win, but for reals I beat him in everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhgONkGKJI/AAAAAAAAAlE/UBOaFBTI_GE/s1600-h/IMG_3860.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhgONkGKJI/AAAAAAAAAlE/UBOaFBTI_GE/s320/IMG_3860.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397669950679034002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First stop Aruba.  There wasn't too much to do in Aruba but go to the beach.  SO we rented these awesome scooters and scoot scooted us all the way to the Marriott and their nice beach.  We all 4 didn't fit on one scooter but I just wanted to show you the awesome license plate... it's cardboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhgN34kHWI/AAAAAAAAAk8/nkBxmsPp96w/s1600-h/IMG_3891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhgN34kHWI/AAAAAAAAAk8/nkBxmsPp96w/s320/IMG_3891.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397669944859303266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we stopped in Columbia.  Columbia was really cool we some some old fort that protected the city from pirates and some old plaza where all the shops were.  But really it's just cool that we can say we've been to Columbia because really who goes to Columbia.  This little guy played a song for us and what you can't see on the other side of the camera is a shy pirate.  Yup an old man dressed up like a pirate but seriously he was hiding behind a pole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhXVEmpiHI/AAAAAAAAAj0/AQxoPCa8SJU/s1600-h/DSC_1963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhXVEmpiHI/AAAAAAAAAj0/AQxoPCa8SJU/s320/DSC_1963.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397660172928256114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Panama we didn't really have a stop to go site see around but we did go into the Panama canal which was really awesome.  I took this awesome first picture showing the 3 different levels of the water and Joe took the decent on below.  Just Joking I  mean I really did take the first picture but Joe disappeared the whole day because he took pictures of the canal for about3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhXVlfpn4I/AAAAAAAAAj8/X_KCRS8gzlY/s1600-h/DSC_2000.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhXVlfpn4I/AAAAAAAAAj8/X_KCRS8gzlY/s320/DSC_2000.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397660181757271938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuiCPUQTKVI/AAAAAAAAAmE/2WwzYIU9rxQ/s1600-h/DSC_2062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuiCPUQTKVI/AAAAAAAAAmE/2WwzYIU9rxQ/s320/DSC_2062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397707353050261842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After the Panama Canal we cruised on over to Costa Rica.  This was probably my favorite spot because we did so much. We went on a little jungle cruise and saw this sloth up close and awake.  You may think that isn't too amazing but sloths stay up in the tree and only come down once a week to go to the bathroom.  We just got lucky and got to see him on his bathroom break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhgNBmRjDI/AAAAAAAAAk0/M91J-y6gu1o/s1600-h/DSC_2143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhgNBmRjDI/AAAAAAAAAk0/M91J-y6gu1o/s320/DSC_2143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397669930287074354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we went to a banana plantation.  Though it was really hot for us just walking around it would suck to actually work there.  They all work outside, no real machines, the physical pull the banana bunches into the cleaning areas themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhgMng82wI/AAAAAAAAAks/-0cw8rvrkXA/s1600-h/DSC_2125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhgMng82wI/AAAAAAAAAks/-0cw8rvrkXA/s320/DSC_2125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397669923285424898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went zip lining in Costa Rica and it was beautiful.  I could do this again and again because I couldn't believe how high we were and how green everything is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhgOsjSnEI/AAAAAAAAAlM/eZ4BzreUdBY/s1600-h/IMG_3949.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhgOsjSnEI/AAAAAAAAAlM/eZ4BzreUdBY/s320/IMG_3949.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397669958997154882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler swinging on down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhbQsgQpZI/AAAAAAAAAkk/n-MsuOhHRyU/s1600-h/DSC_2117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhbQsgQpZI/AAAAAAAAAkk/n-MsuOhHRyU/s320/DSC_2117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397664495786042770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhbQfbr1fI/AAAAAAAAAkc/AzVB8FM-V6g/s1600-h/DSC_2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhbQfbr1fI/AAAAAAAAAkc/AzVB8FM-V6g/s320/DSC_2100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397664492277192178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe- couldn't do anything normal had to do something every platform we went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhbPpIZNCI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Yv1eTrJzh4w/s1600-h/DSC_2105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhbPpIZNCI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Yv1eTrJzh4w/s320/DSC_2105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397664477700764706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhbPY3ISfI/AAAAAAAAAkM/vYXfamKZFIA/s1600-h/DSC_2088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhbPY3ISfI/AAAAAAAAAkM/vYXfamKZFIA/s320/DSC_2088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397664473333385714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last stop was in Jamaica.  This was my second favorite, he hiked the Dunn's River Fall.  It is about a 40 minute hike and there isn't really a trail you just go in the waterfall and start climbing up.  We were the first ones on the fall so we got to take our time and take lots of pictures and enjoy it.  By the time we started going up the second time everyone was on the cruise ship and it was just too crowded so good thing we got up nice and early for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhjF1mWVbI/AAAAAAAAAls/eC2B3EMeEJY/s1600-h/914178-R1-19-6A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhjF1mWVbI/AAAAAAAAAls/eC2B3EMeEJY/s320/914178-R1-19-6A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397673105341961650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhjFUa_M1I/AAAAAAAAAlk/bloI6vTbBdI/s1600-h/914178-R1-17-8A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhjFUa_M1I/AAAAAAAAAlk/bloI6vTbBdI/s320/914178-R1-17-8A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397673096435938130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup they're really falling off I was just lucky in stand by picture mode at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhjFNl5PpI/AAAAAAAAAlc/X-x14QgtQLA/s1600-h/914178-R1-16-9A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhjFNl5PpI/AAAAAAAAAlc/X-x14QgtQLA/s320/914178-R1-16-9A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397673094602636946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the beginning of the fall and you can't even see the top so we had a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhjE9beA3I/AAAAAAAAAlU/QKoeRV5eiAs/s1600-h/914178-R1-04-21A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhjE9beA3I/AAAAAAAAAlU/QKoeRV5eiAs/s320/914178-R1-04-21A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397673090263942002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now we may wonder, what the crap why do we have this picture?  Well you see on the cruise people are taking pictures at all times and these people for reals got in this pose and took this picture.  Jeff and Tyler saw it with their own eyes and is probably the favorite part of our trip.  Tyler just had to take a picture of the picture because really, what 40 year olds (or older) climb on each others backs.  Just some ideas for next family pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhXUjJq5hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/HZvSJrrML_g/s1600-h/DSC_1952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhXUjJq5hI/AAAAAAAAAjs/HZvSJrrML_g/s320/DSC_1952.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397660163948340754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course Tyler and I had to take a picture.  We thought it was really funny but would have been way cooler if Joe and Jeff were on our backs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhXUEYYoDI/AAAAAAAAAjk/K79wUgoWgKA/s1600-h/DSC_1949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuhXUEYYoDI/AAAAAAAAAjk/K79wUgoWgKA/s320/DSC_1949.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397660155688558642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that my friends was our cruise in a very small nut shell.  Can't wait for January for cruise number 2!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-1421160714898614535?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/1421160714898614535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=1421160714898614535&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/1421160714898614535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/1421160714898614535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/10/cruise-highlights.html' title='Cruise Highlights'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Suh7_SzkF1I/AAAAAAAAAl8/XGJDJ8fI0pM/s72-c/IMG_4016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-223356124998863476</id><published>2009-10-23T10:32:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T10:36:29.845-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because</title><content type='html'>I was looking through pictures and found these 2 that made me laugh.  You'd laugh too if you knew Joe.  SO during winnie wars in Lake Powell it was down to Joe and Corb.  Joe of course tried talking Corb into doing something, much like he always tries to talk his way out of a pickle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuHa_1PHbSI/AAAAAAAAAjM/y9tlHcrsnTg/s1600-h/IMG_3695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuHa_1PHbSI/AAAAAAAAAjM/y9tlHcrsnTg/s320/IMG_3695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395834618723659042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then once he got his attention he attacks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuHbAWDsxuI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l9rbkI_6Rag/s1600-h/IMG_3696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuHbAWDsxuI/AAAAAAAAAjU/l9rbkI_6Rag/s320/IMG_3696.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395834627534145250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lesson to be learned:  when competing against Joe don't let him talk his way out of losing just plug your ears and attack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-223356124998863476?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/223356124998863476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=223356124998863476&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/223356124998863476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/223356124998863476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-because.html' title='Just Because'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SuHa_1PHbSI/AAAAAAAAAjM/y9tlHcrsnTg/s72-c/IMG_3695.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-3085190450757347691</id><published>2009-10-04T12:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T12:59:25.537-06:00</updated><title type='text'>4 for 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SsjufbOGHJI/AAAAAAAAAjE/yFONXDUvrVM/s1600-h/blue+iguana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388819177799031954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SsjufbOGHJI/AAAAAAAAAjE/yFONXDUvrVM/s320/blue+iguana.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We really like our Happenings book.  Each year we get a new book full of coupons for restaurants or different activities.  Well this year we  discovered, with Brett and Heather, instead of eating 2 for 1 ( 2 meals for 1 price) if we eat Mexican we can eat 4 for 1.  Nothing better than eating for 10 bucks at a nice restaurant.  On Thursday we went to Blue Iguana.  I finally gave in and went to Blue Iguana.  I feel bad like I cheated on Red Iguana but just so Red knows, you're still my favorite tacos.  Well at Blue we got fajitas and some macho burrito.  The description on the burrito says if you can eat it all you get a free dessert, so for sure we thought we could split it between the 2 of us.  Well if you look at the picture the burrito was the size of  a baby.  Really it was as long and as wide as the plate.  It had 3 different kinds of meat and smothered in goodness.  No way could 1 person eat that whole thing because between the 4 of us we didn't even finish it.  Joe had left overs for lunch the next day and it made 2 more burritos.  We love 4 for 1.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-3085190450757347691?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/3085190450757347691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=3085190450757347691&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3085190450757347691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3085190450757347691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/10/4-for-1.html' title='4 for 1'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SsjufbOGHJI/AAAAAAAAAjE/yFONXDUvrVM/s72-c/blue+iguana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-4878626419984997114</id><published>2009-09-30T09:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:06:53.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not the best aim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SsOCDr6tPSI/AAAAAAAAAi8/fTmD7dznphA/s1600-h/sleeeping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SsOCDr6tPSI/AAAAAAAAAi8/fTmD7dznphA/s320/sleeeping.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387292579105422626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when your husband was so sweet and he would carry you to bed after being to lazy and tired from your nightly shows.  Remember when he so sweetly tossed you on the bed with no lights on just so you wouldn't have to do anything yourself.  Remember how instead of tossing you in the middle of the bed he tossed you on the edge so you rolled off and hit the wall with knees and arms.  Ahhhh those are the good days.  Yup I got the hint, he tried saying it was a accident but for now on I well walk to bed no matter how lazy I am. Don't get me wrong I loved falling( more like bounced off) off the bed and hitting corners of closets with body parts, but something about laying your head down on a nice pillow is just more comforting.  In marriage you learn so many lessons more than I ever knew there were to be taught.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-4878626419984997114?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/4878626419984997114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=4878626419984997114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/4878626419984997114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/4878626419984997114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-best-aim.html' title='Not the best aim'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SsOCDr6tPSI/AAAAAAAAAi8/fTmD7dznphA/s72-c/sleeeping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-7032335753927633390</id><published>2009-09-28T14:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T15:06:34.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweat, Dirt and Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SsEkdls-UUI/AAAAAAAAAi0/QFnEpFjPrwo/s1600-h/IMG_3798.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SsEkdls-UUI/AAAAAAAAAi0/QFnEpFjPrwo/s320/IMG_3798.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386626720067375426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend Joe and I and Brett and Heather went to Vegas for a AVP tournament.  Even though we had fun I just got reminded how uncool Vegas is.  It's hot and slutty and dirty and hot.  I don't think I have ever been that dirty in my life.  All day we sat outside to watch volleyball and I just had sweat built upon sweat and my feet looked like they were from another mother.  So after a long day of volleyball in the sun we decided to go see KA.  I'm pretty sure we were the dirtiest people in that place.  Everyone always gets all dressed up for shows but not us, nope we went straight there sweat, dirt and all and enjoyed the show just as much as the fancy people.  I love our little weekend trips because we get to leave Work Joe at home.  Only 2 more weeks and I get Vacation Joe for 12 days cruising down the Panama Canal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-7032335753927633390?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/7032335753927633390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=7032335753927633390&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7032335753927633390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7032335753927633390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/09/sweat-dirt-and-vegas.html' title='Sweat, Dirt and Vegas'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SsEkdls-UUI/AAAAAAAAAi0/QFnEpFjPrwo/s72-c/IMG_3798.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-5004404172055017847</id><published>2009-09-18T09:24:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T09:35:29.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday</title><content type='html'>I love Thursday nights during fall. And no it's not because there are football games on sometimes it's because of all the great TV shows.  Last night was a success.  Community was a success end of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SrOoSXvZLOI/AAAAAAAAAis/nHzJJwcSEHk/s1600-h/comm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 132px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SrOoSXvZLOI/AAAAAAAAAis/nHzJJwcSEHk/s320/comm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382831013201784034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-5004404172055017847?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/5004404172055017847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=5004404172055017847&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/5004404172055017847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/5004404172055017847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/09/thursday.html' title='Thursday'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SrOoSXvZLOI/AAAAAAAAAis/nHzJJwcSEHk/s72-c/comm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-6790707986549045324</id><published>2009-09-14T10:51:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T11:06:54.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Sq50q0wnjiI/AAAAAAAAAic/WiNyZBjKAxo/s1600-h/battle+of+sexes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Sq50q0wnjiI/AAAAAAAAAic/WiNyZBjKAxo/s320/battle+of+sexes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381366883820211746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes men and women just don't  make sense.  How can 2 beings compliment each other on most days and on others be complete opposites?  How can a women worry about a man if they are 5 minutes late but a man not even worry about it if a women is 1 hour late?  Maybe men are just more trusting and know everything is going to be ok.  Sometimes I wish I were a man so I didn't worry so much but I think without worrying comes loss of common sense.  Women and men are just different and I think that is the bottom line.  If a women wants her man to be more sensitive and worried and miserable without her then maybe she should marry a women.  If a man wants his women to have sex without the talking, let lose or not cry then maybe he should marry a man.  Bottom line is we need each other no matter how different we are.  Having differences in marriage, relationships and life makes it that much more exciting.  Sometimes  women need girlfriends to let them know they're normal.  Men... well men just have an easy life and women are thrown into the mix to make it more exciting I think.  Sometimes we have good weeks and sometimes we have bad weeks but in the end men and women usually end up happy.  I mean who  wants a peanut butter and peanut butter sandwich?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-6790707986549045324?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/6790707986549045324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=6790707986549045324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/6790707986549045324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/6790707986549045324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Sq50q0wnjiI/AAAAAAAAAic/WiNyZBjKAxo/s72-c/battle+of+sexes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-5017481274084273802</id><published>2009-08-28T08:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T09:06:42.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember...</title><content type='html'>when last week all I had to do was relax on the houseboat, swim, play games, go to Dodger games and relax?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Spft7mIJ_GI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/O18O6cx24ec/s1600-h/family+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375026288392797282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Spft7mIJ_GI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/O18O6cx24ec/s320/family+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Spft6zRt7wI/AAAAAAAAAiI/1ZwPh1sLxzI/s1600-h/family+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375026274742693634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Spft6zRt7wI/AAAAAAAAAiI/1ZwPh1sLxzI/s320/family+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Spft6aEHdvI/AAAAAAAAAiA/tpT-SCVykK0/s1600-h/family+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375026267974760178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Spft6aEHdvI/AAAAAAAAAiA/tpT-SCVykK0/s320/family+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well now school has started, my digital scrapbook of last year has been deleted, I'm back to cold calling and have to exercise.  Real life isn't nearly as much fun as vacation... until last night.  This was the conversation Joe and I had while going to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joe: " If you think Work Joe isn't fun, Father Joe is going to just be pissed, and angry and mad because he is going to have to beat up Vacation Joe."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 minutes later&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joe: " lets just have kids until they are 5 because they're only cute until 5 and then give them up for adoption.  I mean think about past Tori, you don't want our kids to be teenagers and yelling out us.  Once they mature at 22 they can come back and then we could just tell them to move out. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What great parents we well be.  I can already feel the love from Father Joe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1585317793645268184-5017481274084273802?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/5017481274084273802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=5017481274084273802&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/5017481274084273802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/5017481274084273802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/08/remember.html' title='Remember...'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Spft7mIJ_GI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/O18O6cx24ec/s72-c/family+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-1862220860585874012</id><published>2009-08-12T15:21:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T09:49:57.972-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Joe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;* WARNING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this may get sappy but just a little bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe, Joe, Joe has so many different sides to our relationship. Sometimes people date or marry someone thinking this is it I just get this one person. Lucky for me I have married someone who always keeps me guessing what type of personality Joe may be this week. It sounds like he just has multiple personalities but he stays the same personality just changes to the time in his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with when we were dating, you may think that's easy you get dating Joe...nope we started with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Peru Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. After about a month of us dating or hanging out ( depends on who you ask) Joe left for Peru for 2 months. Joe did warn me the first night we met that every time he goes on vacation if he is seeing someone he usually just brakes up with them. I guess lucky for me Joe wanted to keep dating once he got back. So this led to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Peru Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;; he wrote me letters everyday, sent packages, surprise flowers on my birthday and even some random phone calls every couple of weeks. Even though I didn't get to see him everyday i loved &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0)"&gt;Peru Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because that's when we learned the most about each other, through letters and phone calls( now he hates talking on the phone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Joe got back from Peru you'd think we would just be a normal couple , wrong again we went from Peru Joe to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Election Joe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Joe ran for the president at the U. I didn't really love &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Election Joe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;he is overly dedicated, at school from 6am to 11pm, super sleepy, goes to every social event (while I hang out in the bathroom) and friendly. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Election Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was from December to March and though it was great seeing him at night time he was always to tired and worried about the next day. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Election Joe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;taught me how important my friends are and his friends and I'm sure glad they were there to entertain me while &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Election Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; shook hands and kissed babies. I do love &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,0)"&gt;Election Joe &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;though&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;cause&lt;/span&gt; he made me a very patient person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally we're married and the 2 years I get &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Golf Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Golf Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is interested in as many sports as he can do a week, works short hours, takes long lunch brakes, vacations more than works and loves sleeping. I love &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Golf Joe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;because he isn't home late and we get to spend the whole night together. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Golf Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; still got his work done but knew he still wanted to enjoy life. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)"&gt;Golf Joe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;made me think I could put off kids a little longer because we had so much fun together and I think i became a little selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Joe was in Ohio for 2 weeks and came back as &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Work Joe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Work Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; reminds me of Election Joe but doesn't get as home late. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Work Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gets up at 6, works 12 hour days, rarely a lunch brake, and wears a tie to work every day. At first I did not really like &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Work Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, still made me laugh everyday but I didn't get to spend as much time with him. He is more tired now and he actually said one night he was glad he didn't have soccer that night. I thought I would be the first to say that. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Work Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is super dedicated and hasn't missed a beat since he's been back. I'm even going on vacation next week with my family and he said he shouldn't go (not sure if that is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Work Joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; talking or just doesn't want to go with my family...JK family). Unlike Golf Joe, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Work Joe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;makes me want to have babies because I need someone to hang out with now. Some people say maybe I should get a job, but that doesn't make any sense. Plus it would be perfect, Joe works all the time and would totally miss the 9 months of pregnancy it's a win win. But I really do love &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,0,204)"&gt;Work Joe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;and all his hard work he does for us. I know some days he is tired and just wants to go to bed but well sit and talk with me anyways. He still takes the time to write me random notes every now and then just to remind me how much he loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I had so many Joe's because each one taught me something and am excited to see what comes after Work Joe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-1862220860585874012?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/1862220860585874012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=1862220860585874012&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/1862220860585874012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/1862220860585874012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/08/work-joe.html' title='Work Joe'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-8429078297187477573</id><published>2009-08-04T09:40:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T10:19:55.192-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching up with Ohio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I've been busy since I have gotten back from Ohio but I thought I'd do a little update. Ohio wasn't as bad as I thought. I saw a lot of movies by myself but that was much better than waiting in the hotel room by myself. It's funny cause people in Ohio don't think it's that great. A couple of times our shuttle driver would tell us that nothing in Ohio is life changing. Well I want to tell you some life changing things that we did in Ohio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SnhXp9ny80I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/5zxDPKyoXLA/s1600-h/IMG_3502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366135334439678786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SnhXp9ny80I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/5zxDPKyoXLA/s320/IMG_3502.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Franklin Conservatory: Chihuly art exhibit. This was amazing! Chihuly is an artist that blows glass and this picture is all glass. They had huge chandeliers, clear ceilings with all sorts of glass inside; it was awesome. We sat and just watched the video on how he makes them and it's unbelievable how people can just handle that hot glass and make it into any shape they want to. I suggest that if he has an exhibit that comes to where ever you live you should defiantly see it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SnhaBfawAuI/AAAAAAAAAhY/47jgZWAMwrY/s1600-h/IMG_3542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366137937672012514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SnhaBfawAuI/AAAAAAAAAhY/47jgZWAMwrY/s320/IMG_3542.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you blow up the picture the sign Joe and I are pointing out says " Please check yourselves for hitch hiking butterflies". Enough said... Life Changing.&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;3. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SnhamSggsUI/AAAAAAAAAhg/DrI-v1WSzFs/s1600-h/IMG_3554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366138569861673282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SnhamSggsUI/AAAAAAAAAhg/DrI-v1WSzFs/s320/IMG_3554.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Luckily Real Salt Lake was playing against Columbus so we were able to make it to a soccer game on Saturday. It was weird rooting for the away team but still fun. When Real scored we were the only ones that jumped up and cheered. In fact it was so quite in the stadium that I thought we didn't make it. Good thing we did otherwise I would have felt even more awkward then I already did...defiantly Life Changing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Snhb04fugQI/AAAAAAAAAho/e2url65sHNo/s1600-h/IMG_3647.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366139920088727810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Snhb04fugQI/AAAAAAAAAho/e2url65sHNo/s320/IMG_3647.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 4. OK this picture for some reason wouldn't flip, but I ate at Bostons like 3 times in 5 days. And they have the best ever Flying Buffalo Chicken Pizza. It was really the best pizza ever! I even found out they have one in Layton so I may need to take a drive up to Layton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  The last but best of all Life Changing events in Ohio was the zoo.  Columbus zoo was rated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SnhdmyALLoI/AAAAAAAAAh4/0exw4N8xjO4/s1600-h/IMG_3580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366141876850863746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SnhdmyALLoI/AAAAAAAAAh4/0exw4N8xjO4/s320/IMG_3580.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; number 1 zoo in the nation.  This picture is Joe's all time favorite picture.  We for reals so these monkeys just relaxing and helping each other out.  Besides these awesome  monkeys we saw a baby elephant that was the cutest thing ever, a couple baby monkeys and Joe got bit by a bird.  Apparently birds don't like it even you try to hold them without actually have food in your hands.  Joe can usually talk anyone into anything but I guess animals are a little different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;* Life changing not literally meaning life changing just fun things to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-8429078297187477573?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/8429078297187477573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=8429078297187477573&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8429078297187477573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8429078297187477573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/08/catching-up-with-ohio.html' title='Catching up with Ohio'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SnhXp9ny80I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/5zxDPKyoXLA/s72-c/IMG_3502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-2603676935880820045</id><published>2009-07-27T19:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T19:22:14.817-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler's selling Chairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://tjkettle.blogspot.com/2009/07/chairs-for-sale.html"&gt;chairs for sale&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q_6VssZvXso/Sk_Eok14hiI/AAAAAAAAAa4/QkETrxVPT1w/s1600-h/DSC_1322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q_6VssZvXso/Sk_Eok14hiI/AAAAAAAAAa4/QkETrxVPT1w/s400/DSC_1322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354714683330299426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q_6VssZvXso/Sk_EoDtXYmI/AAAAAAAAAaw/H5thjHPC_NQ/s1600-h/DSC_1320.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q_6VssZvXso/Sk_EoDtXYmI/AAAAAAAAAaw/H5thjHPC_NQ/s400/DSC_1320.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354714674436203106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They retailed at 800 a piece and i will sale them for 250 a piece they are really nice come see them if you are interested. dark wood and wicker with leather.  If your interested leave a comment on her blog to get a hold of her... http://tjkettle.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-2603676935880820045?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/2603676935880820045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=2603676935880820045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/2603676935880820045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/2603676935880820045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/07/tylers-selling-chairs.html' title='Tyler&apos;s selling Chairs'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_q_6VssZvXso/Sk_Eok14hiI/AAAAAAAAAa4/QkETrxVPT1w/s72-c/DSC_1322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-3359849529750353145</id><published>2009-07-17T09:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T15:59:24.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far....</title><content type='html'>so good. I made it to Columbus after a long day of flying. It took 4 1/2 hours to Philadelphia and then I had to back track to Ohio but that was only an hour. And what is up with US Airways showing no movies on such a long flight, that sucked real bad. As for Ohio though it was been real pleasant. My cousin's wife Liz told me how Ohio has the nicest people ever and she was totally right. Last night Joe and I made our first stop to eat at Potbelly's. We go there every day we visit DC and Columbus has one not far from the hotel so we of course went. And the manager there was so nice he was telling us what to go see and on top of that gave us a free milkshake! You may think of course he did because Joe always gets free stuff, but Joe doesn't get everything every time. Usually he gets more when I'm not with him because I get to embarrassed but this time the manager gave us a yummy free Oreo milkshake and it was the perfect ending to a yummy sandwich. Today it's a toss up between a movie and the Afro-American museum hmmmm?&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I love the dream bars from Potbelly's and have always wanted to make them but I could never find the secret recipe.  Well now on the back of the package it gives all the ingredients so all I have to figure out is how to put them together to make a little piece of heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-3359849529750353145?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/3359849529750353145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=3359849529750353145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3359849529750353145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3359849529750353145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-far.html' title='So Far....'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-384066524935873285</id><published>2009-07-14T17:10:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:19:21.747-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Really... Ohio?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So the next 2 weeks are gunna suck. Joe is in Ohio for some training and I have to visit him in Ohio. Visiting him well be great because we haven't seen each other in like a week, but really? in Ohio. What am I going to do while Joe is in meetings all day. Good news though they do have a pool, bad news is it's inside, good news Potbelly's well be eaten everyday! So I am going to have to use my creative juices to figure out something to do the 4 days I am there. Right now however I am in beautiful California with my family. I just think my family is the oddest bunch of people. Each one of us are different but some how when we all get together there is a lot of laughing. I'd say the only similarities are that the girls have about just as big as a sweet tooth as my dad, we could eat sweets all night long even if it made us sick the next day. The first night here we played dominoes for about 4 hours and it was quit funny. I am really really good at that game ( if getting 114 points in one round is good). Playing games though with the fam is always a good time with laughter and lots and lots of teasing. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Sl63TcZa0kI/AAAAAAAAAhI/seXYvmvD8CU/s1600-h/bap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358922151285674562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Sl63TcZa0kI/AAAAAAAAAhI/seXYvmvD8CU/s320/bap.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The reason I came down was for my sister-in-laws baptism. It was a great day on Sunday with all the family and we are so happy for Emily and Jakob.  I don't get to see the family that often, but am glad I was able to come down for a couple days while Joe was away.  Plus laying by the pool in 90 degree weather and reading is way better than not doing  that at all.  So I'm off to Ohio in the morning can't wait for all the hot sunny days there to just lay by the pool... except not lay by the pool because indoor pools suck really really bad.  Can't wait to see the hubby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-384066524935873285?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/384066524935873285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=384066524935873285&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/384066524935873285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/384066524935873285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/07/really-ohio.html' title='Really... Ohio?'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Sl63TcZa0kI/AAAAAAAAAhI/seXYvmvD8CU/s72-c/bap.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-8287257442608715151</id><published>2009-06-25T14:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T15:23:37.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancun gone so Soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We just got back from Cancun and it was amazing! I just love those vacations that all you have to do is relax. It was nice not doing homework or worrying about having to catch up on school work. All we had to do was relax by the ocean, sleep and eat life couldn't get much better. We visited Isla Mujeres and went snorkeling and rode a scooter all over town. Without having that scooter I think I might have melted away. Luckily we got some speed on that hog so the wind was nice and refreshing. I have now been disappointed twice by Cancun snorkeling, I guess I was just hoping for the best. We did find a little taco hut that had delicious shrimp tacos plus it was like 5 bucks for 3 so we couldn't go wrong. Oh how we love vacations and love that we go on them quit often. Can't wait until October for a little cruising time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our little taco shop ( don't know the name), but check out the picture behind us... you know it's good if they have decorations like that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SkPnXJ3DHUI/AAAAAAAAAf4/EoAxa32WcBc/s1600-h/Picture+388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351375167216098626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SkPnXJ3DHUI/AAAAAAAAAf4/EoAxa32WcBc/s320/Picture+388.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our 1st picture in Cancun. We're at our hotel with the beach 10 steps away, it was a great place for naps.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SkPnWlaNc2I/AAAAAAAAAfo/EDJpa6Vl3H0/s1600-h/Picture+367.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351375157431464802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SkPnWlaNc2I/AAAAAAAAAfo/EDJpa6Vl3H0/s320/Picture+367.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scooting right along on Isla Mujeres&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SkPnXzZ-VXI/AAAAAAAAAgI/MpHKtils16o/s1600-h/Picture+422.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351375178368439666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SkPnXzZ-VXI/AAAAAAAAAgI/MpHKtils16o/s320/Picture+422.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just relaxing at the beach on some hammocks. What you can't see is some awesome dogs that I think were getting ready to die at any minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SkPnXTaT9ZI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ndOsaWSnj6g/s1600-h/Picture+406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351375169779922322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SkPnXTaT9ZI/AAAAAAAAAgA/ndOsaWSnj6g/s320/Picture+406.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first Cancun sunset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SkPnWzWIuOI/AAAAAAAAAfw/ATgw-n0a9P8/s1600-h/Picture+378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351375161172474082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SkPnWzWIuOI/AAAAAAAAAfw/ATgw-n0a9P8/s320/Picture+378.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up nice and early for this sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SkPpNgEyOYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/bpgUqSBycXA/s1600-h/Picture+432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351377200403855746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SkPpNgEyOYI/AAAAAAAAAgg/bpgUqSBycXA/s320/Picture+432.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drinking some coconut milk, not the greatest thing.  But eating the fresh coconut afterwards is way better than that store bought stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SkPpNOkCWNI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/aHfRRKPes4E/s1600-h/Picture+419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351377195703097554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SkPpNOkCWNI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/aHfRRKPes4E/s320/Picture+419.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our last meal in Cancun and by far our best!  if you ever go you should eat at Sisal it was DELICIOUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SkPpOIZsMMI/AAAAAAAAAgo/EpdulerU0nY/s1600-h/Picture+444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351377211228958914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SkPpOIZsMMI/AAAAAAAAAgo/EpdulerU0nY/s320/Picture+444.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what is going on here, should I be jealous?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SkPpNT8E6JI/AAAAAAAAAgY/OGq59-gkeSc/s1600-h/Picture+425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351377197146106002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SkPpNT8E6JI/AAAAAAAAAgY/OGq59-gkeSc/s320/Picture+425.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-8287257442608715151?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/8287257442608715151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=8287257442608715151&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8287257442608715151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8287257442608715151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/06/cancun-gone-so-soon.html' title='Cancun gone so Soon'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SkPnXJ3DHUI/AAAAAAAAAf4/EoAxa32WcBc/s72-c/Picture+388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-3460263750646415642</id><published>2009-06-12T13:50:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T13:57:24.081-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanted to scream it from a Mountain top</title><content type='html'>But I didn't have a mountain I had a news room.... Joe and I are going to Cancun and I am so excited!  It's totally a random trip but we just had to do it.  My friend Jacque was telling me how her and her husband just looked at flights one day to Hawaii and found a good deal so they left  couple hours later.  Every since then I got the spontaneous bug.  We are going in a couple of days and got amazing rates on flights and hotel.  I learned from the radio not to say when you are going out of town because then people read your blog and break into your hosue so I won't... but it's soon!  I'm glad we decided to do it because even though Joe is a vacation man he is doing some serious work in July and won't be able to go on vacations for awhile once he gets back from his training, so I though we better go before his training.  This is going to be such a nice break since I only have 1 more week of classes and then finally get some play time.  I'm glad we finally get to go somewhere Joe has never been ( because he has been everywhere so it's not a very easy task).  I better get my exercising and diet into high gear because beach here I come!...and Joe too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-3460263750646415642?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/3460263750646415642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=3460263750646415642&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3460263750646415642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3460263750646415642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wanted-to-scream-it-from-mountain-top.html' title='I wanted to scream it from a Mountain top'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-1947998224544962794</id><published>2009-06-11T15:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:42:47.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And this is why...</title><content type='html'>I love So You Think You Can Dance!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K4y1KPqOVxk&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-1947998224544962794?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/1947998224544962794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=1947998224544962794&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/1947998224544962794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/1947998224544962794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/06/and-this-is-why_11.html' title='And this is why...'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-7035533259862990469</id><published>2009-06-04T17:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:05:00.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So I'm going to start with newest date and move my way backwards since it's been like a month. And I figure you don't need to see every picture of me and Joe and what we have done in the last month so just imagine our faces with smiles on them and you'll feel like you were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Last Saturday Carly and Wattsie finally got their reception.  They were married a year ago, but wasn't able to have their reception.  Now that Carly is good and healthy they had a beautiful reception.  It was on top of the downtown library and was the perfect weather.  I just love receptions because of the dancing.  Having receptions with Joe's friends is more fun than just any reception.  They are dancing machines and make the night. I love dancing and receptions are the only time really when I can do it.  Maybe I'll just have a dance party at our house every weekend that way we don't have to wait a year until someone gets married again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SihcU0zuPNI/AAAAAAAAAfM/NtImL_sGEMs/s1600-h/Picture+363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343622470717816018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SihcU0zuPNI/AAAAAAAAAfM/NtImL_sGEMs/s320/Picture+363.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;* Us at the reception&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The other week Joe went to California.  You would think I would have gone since I would have loved to visit my family but it was boys volleyball trip.  That's ok actually that I didn't go because I get to embarrassed when Joe and his friends rally the players.  Joe actually got in one of the players head real bad I guess.  The only thing the volleyball player could think of was to tell Joe he had a big mouth, literally like his mouth is big.  Obviously they don't get paid the big bucks to yell back at the crowd.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Only 2 more weeks of summer school and I am done until August!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*This is what I get to see everyday and I just love it.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SihcU3Jp5AI/AAAAAAAAAfU/FSP9r_1vjsw/s1600-h/Picture+364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343622471346676738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SihcU3Jp5AI/AAAAAAAAAfU/FSP9r_1vjsw/s320/Picture+364.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-7035533259862990469?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/7035533259862990469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=7035533259862990469&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7035533259862990469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7035533259862990469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/06/dance-dance.html' title='Dance Dance'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SihcU0zuPNI/AAAAAAAAAfM/NtImL_sGEMs/s72-c/Picture+363.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-3167395566418237416</id><published>2009-05-01T17:14:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T17:23:49.352-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY???</title><content type='html'>A couple things I need to blow off my chest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  If you watch Biggest Loser I hate Ron!  He is such a rat and I hope Tara kicks all of their butts because she is by far the smartest and least sneaky.  Ron for all I care can be 400 pounds again and I wouldn't feel bad because he is such a rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  I hate TV season coming to an end of shows.  All season the show can be uninteresting and the last episode is the one you want to keep going.  Now I have to wait until next season and I can't stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Why oh Why America do you like Adam Lambert?  Is it his annoying scream you love?  Is it his eye liner?  Is it his over dramatic performances which he'll just end up on Broadway like the rest of American Idols?  Why do you like him?  I just can't see what everyone loves.  I think he is the most annoying performer ever and dread hearing him every week.  I can't handle him he makes my skin itch every time I hear his voice and see his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all my 3 dislikes of the week...  Other than that school is over and summer school here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-3167395566418237416?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/3167395566418237416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=3167395566418237416&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3167395566418237416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3167395566418237416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/05/why.html' title='WHY???'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-7824386616051238584</id><published>2009-04-22T21:08:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T21:24:12.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wax On Wax Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe did it! He waxed off all of his nose hair. I know you wish you were there so here is how it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Place towel thing on mustache because you don't want those bad boys coming off with the nose hairs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Se_cTaMjrgI/AAAAAAAAAeg/yvvC-cdhgN8/s1600-h/Picture+321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327719110210203138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Se_cTaMjrgI/AAAAAAAAAeg/yvvC-cdhgN8/s320/Picture+321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Step 2: Have Bre get wax into ball and place up nose. &lt;p align="center"&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Se_cTmgmwgI/AAAAAAAAAeo/rhSG5y7Yeqs/s1600-h/Picture+322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327719113515516418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Se_cTmgmwgI/AAAAAAAAAeo/rhSG5y7Yeqs/s320/Picture+322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Let those bad boys harden right in his nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Se_cTwL6IYI/AAAAAAAAAew/wC5a2YyWs1w/s1600-h/Picture+323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327719116113060226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Se_cTwL6IYI/AAAAAAAAAew/wC5a2YyWs1w/s320/Picture+323.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Pull those suckas out with hair and all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Se_cUATUdgI/AAAAAAAAAe4/HcmpM61DcZw/s1600-h/Picture+324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327719120439113218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Se_cUATUdgI/AAAAAAAAAe4/HcmpM61DcZw/s320/Picture+324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unfortunately I didn't get a picture of Joe sneezing right on Bre before she pulled, which left all sorts of goodness on the other end of the wax ball. Thanks to Bre, Joe is now breathing fresh air and his little straggly brown friends are no longer peeking out to say hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-7824386616051238584?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/7824386616051238584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=7824386616051238584&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7824386616051238584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7824386616051238584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/04/wax-on-wax-off.html' title='Wax On Wax Off'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Se_cTaMjrgI/AAAAAAAAAeg/yvvC-cdhgN8/s72-c/Picture+321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-8039472402330024912</id><published>2009-04-13T12:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:54:27.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>3 out of 4</title><content type='html'>Ever since Marriott has stopped paying me to blog or do homework I find it  a lot more difficult to do both.  Homework and school consume my life so blogging as been a little slow...sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past 3 out of 4 weekends Joe and I have been to St. George  Oh how I love St. George!  It is such a nice little break from everyday life with school and work.  It's not very far away and it is always nice weather.  We don't do much there but swim and Joe golfs.  It's not like going to the beach every weekend but it is so great.  I forget about what I need to do for the next week and give my brain a little rest.  Even though coming back  on Sunday night gets me a little worried for Monday's work load, but it's always worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we went down with 2 other couples and I loved it.  I wasn't the only girl and I like the other girls which is always a plus.  It works for both Joe and I, he can go golfing and play games and I can have girl talk and lay out.  For Easter we made a Sunday brunch with fruit and German pancakes.  Carly and Wattsie left early before we got back from church so Carly hid the eggs we decorated from the previous night for  a little Easter egg hunt.  It was really fun to come home from church and search for eggs like I was 5 again.  I of course won, which seemed to be the theme of the weekend. I got 1st in hearts, ticket to ride and Easter egg hunt!  I am the best and have the best victory dance and song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are slowly getting back into vacations, since we took a little time off of vacations.  We have a cruise booked for January and hopefully one in October too!  I think Joe just plans vacations later and later so we can't get pregnant.  I don't think cruising would be very fun being pregnant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-8039472402330024912?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/8039472402330024912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=8039472402330024912&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8039472402330024912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8039472402330024912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/04/3-out-of-4.html' title='3 out of 4'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-8396834571679826255</id><published>2009-03-10T22:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T08:58:31.898-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidest Loser</title><content type='html'>Ok I love the Biggest Loser, but the blue team has got to be the stupidest people. First they vote off Dane, who is the strongest player. Without Dane there is no way they can beat the black team. Then this week they vote off Mandi, the next biggest competitor next to Dane. They are making their team so weak. And stupid Ron who opens his mouth every time should have gone home weeks ago. The blue team is just going to get destroyed by the black team and I don't feel bad for them whatsoever. Instead of Cathy, Kristin and Ron having an alliance they should focus more on making their team strong then just kicking off any chance they have to win. Stupid Stupid People.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-8396834571679826255?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/8396834571679826255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=8396834571679826255&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8396834571679826255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8396834571679826255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/03/stupidest-loser.html' title='Stupidest Loser'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-2496106519630479047</id><published>2009-03-09T18:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T18:15:49.098-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2 for 1???</title><content type='html'>SO this is only funny now looking back but while happened felt not that smart.  SO Joe the other week comes home and says hey I have a 2 for $25 to Log Haven ( which is some nice restaurant up the canyon).  It was a steak and lobster dinner so I was like sweet lets do it! Now Joe has read the coupon, I have read it we have both called to make sure it was legit and all signs were a go.  SO we go up there Friday night and are all excited to spend only $25 for both of us on steak and lobster.  Well the deal was on the menu, so I thought that was kinda weird so after we order I go ahead and take a looksie at the coupon again.  It says 2 courses for $25 not 2 people for $25.  WHAT THE... dang we were already stuck there because we ordered and we can't understand how we missed understood that.  Not only us but several people read the coupon and everyone thought the same thing.  We even had 2 coupons and invited some friends( good thing they didn't come because I don't think they would be to happy thinking they were only go to spend 25 and now they  are spending 50).  Moral of the story is doesn't matter how many times you read something, you read what you want to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-2496106519630479047?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/2496106519630479047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=2496106519630479047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/2496106519630479047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/2496106519630479047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/03/2-for-1.html' title='2 for 1???'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-649000765673123663</id><published>2009-03-03T15:34:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T10:15:42.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I was online and stumbled across this thing called blo..blog...blogger. I think I used to blog at one point but these days I don't have time to sit and type. You'd think being out of work I got nothing but time, luckily school feels that void of having relaxing down time and leaves me with time to only eat and sleep. Last week I did a pretty good job on getting stuff down for this week so here I am blogging about random thoughts I have had lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Remember these cool cars you may have had when you were a kid. Well one of my classes at the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Sa2xTHgW1cI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/AMe1LmdTwzw/s1600-h/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309094477730076098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Sa2xTHgW1cI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/AMe1LmdTwzw/s320/car.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U is working in the preschool. Well we went on a field trip to the kids museum and it was pretty cool. Well They had these cars there and I can't believe how small they are. I think the cars have gotten smaller because I don't even think I could fit my foot in it. When I was a kid it was like I had all sorts of room and in fact I'm pretty sure 2 kids could fit in one. Either kids are just tiny tiny these days or the toys are getting smaller because there is no way I could even imagine getting into that when I was 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. We really need a vacation. I would really love to go back to DC. I know we went twice last year, but I love that city. Plus being on the tracks every day reminds me how much I want to be there and listen to the pleasant noise of the metro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I really do have a great husband. The other week our heater went out and I was freezing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Sa2zF2heP-I/AAAAAAAAAeY/Q1106S5wfD4/s1600-h/Picture+240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309096448856309730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Sa2zF2heP-I/AAAAAAAAAeY/Q1106S5wfD4/s320/Picture+240.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody that knows me I am cold no matter what! Even though the weather hasn't been too cold I would still huddle up by a little space heater and a blanket. Well Joe did fix the heater which was awesome but before it was fixed he left me hot chocolate. I love 7-11 hot chocolate and it was agreat surprise to come home to something warm. Luckily I didn't go to school that day so it wasn't sitting out all day. I left for the gym and when I got back I had some hot chocolate waiting for me. He really is a much better husband than I am wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I am really really happy it is getting warm outside. Besides the little surprises from Joe, arm weather is probably the best thing that has happened in a long time. I am still sickly white but just the feeling of the sun outside gives me hope!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-649000765673123663?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/649000765673123663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=649000765673123663&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/649000765673123663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/649000765673123663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-is-this.html' title='What is this?'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/Sa2xTHgW1cI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/AMe1LmdTwzw/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-7511441244515824412</id><published>2009-02-02T20:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:47:55.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Wisdom at the U</title><content type='html'>So I just had to write this down and share the intelligent people I go to school with.  While sitting in the halls I heard this conversation go on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'll only write the boy's part because the girl part doesn't really matter).&lt;br /&gt;Boy: You should just cheat on your test&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Yadda Yadda Yadda&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I've cheated on every undergraduate test I have ever taken.&lt;br /&gt;Girl Yadda Yadda Yadda&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I'm just going to school so people don't think I am a bum.  I don't want to work but because I am in school that's ok that I'm not working and this way I'm still giving to society.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Yadda Yadda Yadda&lt;br /&gt;Boy:  I'm only going to work if I can go in at 9 or later and if I never see my boss.   If I ever see my boss I'll just quit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT?...  Who is this kid?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-7511441244515824412?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/7511441244515824412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=7511441244515824412&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7511441244515824412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7511441244515824412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/02/words-of-wisdom-at-u.html' title='Words of Wisdom at the U'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-7773152860476093471</id><published>2009-01-27T18:52:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T19:01:11.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brush, Rinse, Repeat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SX-6gMjm9vI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-1nv0LxS-B4/s1600-h/homework.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SX-6gMjm9vI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-1nv0LxS-B4/s320/homework.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296156749100152562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I should be at the Jazz game but I thought I'd do the responsible thing and stay home and do homework.  So I started to do homework but then it lead me to thinking that I haven't updated in a  while, so that's why I'm here.  My life has become repetitive and I might go crazy.  I was looking at my planner and every day there is the same things to do: class, homework, gym, scriptures and repeat.  I wish I had something new to do each day but when something new does get thrown into the mix I have homework that blocks it.  I have never had this much schooling and I want to cry everyday, I want to quit everyday.  I only have 1 more semester after this and then I am done but sometimes I don't want to even finish, my life has become boring.  We don't even vacation anymore because of how much schooling I have and since I don't have a job that leaves us broke after our bills are paid for the month. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then days that I want to give up ( everyday) I think that even though this sucks right now, I'm pretty lucky to even go to school.  Instead of bitching I should just suck it up and be grateful.  Everyday I try to start off grateful and then somewhere in the day it gets lost.  I'll just have to try again tomorrow, maybe throwing some gratitude in the day might mix up my routine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-7773152860476093471?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/7773152860476093471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=7773152860476093471&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7773152860476093471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7773152860476093471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/01/brush-rinse-repeat.html' title='Brush, Rinse, Repeat'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SX-6gMjm9vI/AAAAAAAAAd4/-1nv0LxS-B4/s72-c/homework.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-7535147818565584300</id><published>2009-01-14T11:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T11:25:04.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Biggest Loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SW4sDa_SCQI/AAAAAAAAAco/YqHfPRPPUZE/s1600-h/biggest%2Bloser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SW4sDa_SCQI/AAAAAAAAAco/YqHfPRPPUZE/s320/biggest%2Bloser.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291215049502886146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love this show.  I have never watched it before but I stumbled upon it last Tuesday and even though I only saw the weigh ins at the end of the show I'm hooked. I love that it's real people and they are there to help each other and it's not about who sleeps with who, and who is the sluttiest.  You didn't have to be slutty to get on the show, unlike American Idol bikini girl if anyone watched it last night.  I already am the most sensitive person ever and I totally cried last night.  It was just so sad the 2 people that try the hardest were in the bottom 2.  I am so glad Dan got to stay though.  He is 19 and his weight started out at 454,  he is just short and stubby and I  love him.  I did get a little more happy at the end when it showed how well Jerry was doing after the show.  I think I might be too sensitive to watch this show because I always think about whats going on in their heads.  I really want Dan to win because everyone else has had somewhat of a life and I'm sure Dan hasn't had as much opportunities as some of the other players.  But then again I could just be a sucker and Dan could really be some Mac Daddy.  If you haven't watched it you totally should.  Luckily on Tuesday's I have a couple of shows, otherwise I don't think I could stay up very late for Joe's soccer games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-7535147818565584300?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/7535147818565584300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=7535147818565584300&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7535147818565584300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7535147818565584300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/01/biggest-loser.html' title='Biggest Loser'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SW4sDa_SCQI/AAAAAAAAAco/YqHfPRPPUZE/s72-c/biggest%2Bloser.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-990912526930555719</id><published>2009-01-07T10:53:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T14:33:35.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We went from this on Christmas day to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SWTspYVtIrI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nYFdl4dA_wI/s1600-h/IMG_3069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288612058092085938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SWTspYVtIrI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nYFdl4dA_wI/s320/IMG_3069.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This on New Years in Palm Desert!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SWTspEhVwUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/rjfcgB9xBuo/s1600-h/palmdesert1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288612052772176194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SWTspEhVwUI/AAAAAAAAAcY/rjfcgB9xBuo/s320/palmdesert1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe and I went on a last minute vacation to Palm Desert with my sister and her family. Tyler called us Tuesday night to go and we left a few hours later. We had to get our last minute vacay in while we still can with Marriott. We got to Palm Desert with Beautiful weather at an average of 70 degrees a day. That is how Christmas should be sunny and clear skies, not snow stormy so you can't see the car in front of you. Joe got a couple rounds of golf in while I got some sun rays. On New Year's eve we played games with Tyler and Jeff like it was no body's business. While everyone else at the hotel was in their best dressy/slutty attire we were hanging out in our jeans and pajamas. While everyone was drinking the finest champagne and eating expensive meals. Jeff got us a plethora of treats that covered all our taste buds. We had some Fritos, milk duds, diet cokes, butterfingers and many more treats But we did start the new year right with a bottle of sparkling cider, well we opened it a little earlier than midnight but it lasted until midnight so that still counts. It was a great vacation of relaxing and basically free so I'd say it was a good way to start the year.  (Tori failed to mention that if you look close enough you can see my ball way over there on the green ;))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Joe and I were supposed to leave Sunday morning but we decided to leave Saturday night after a serious round of dominos. We drove through the night but while Joe slept( only to Vegas) I got a lot of thinking done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Things I learned on a road trip:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1.Windmills are the most amazing things to look at when you can just see their silloute&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;2. I'm really good at the ABC game, but playing by yourself isn't as satisfying as playing against someone. I would have won even if Joe was awake&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;3. "Cry me a River" by JT is such a great song and is so about Brittany, which got me to think that maybe if they were still together then maybe she would have never gone crazy, which then lead to it's JT's fault she is crazy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;4. People at 2 in the morning think they can drive in the pass lane just because not very many people are on the road... WRONG you should still drive in the slow lane because it sucks breaking while on cruise control.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;5. It was a lot better driving into Palm Desert watching the temp go from 15 degrees to 30 to 50 to 70 rather than driving into Salt Lake with the temp going 70 to 30 to 11 to -5&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;6.Baker is still the worst place ever invented even at 2 in the A.M.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;7. When I think no one can hear me I am pretty much the best singer ever! I pretty sure I was hitting all the right notes but Joe may say otherwise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I thought of a lot more things but writing and driving just isn't the easiest thing to do. Hope you had a good New Year!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-990912526930555719?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/990912526930555719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=990912526930555719&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/990912526930555719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/990912526930555719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-beginning-to-look-lot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like Christmas'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SWTspYVtIrI/AAAAAAAAAcg/nYFdl4dA_wI/s72-c/IMG_3069.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-6498032710984640469</id><published>2008-12-30T14:30:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T16:52:00.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not trying to be dramatic but I rather shoot myself in the foot than see that movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SVqTI2Us-dI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/xZDVE_0LdQc/s1600-h/critic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285698892903283154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SVqTI2Us-dI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/xZDVE_0LdQc/s320/critic.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why do people listen to "professional" movie critics. It's all based on their opinion and maybe you don't like the same type of movie Mr. Ebert likes. I'd never not see a movie because a critic says so because it doesn't really matter. In fact after last weekends mishap I'll probably never see a movie that a critic gives an A or B. Last weekend Joe and I saw a movie a night starting on Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First movie 7 Pounds. It was so good! Some people say it was a little slow but I absolutely loved it. There is suspense, love, sadness, excitement, everything is in this movie. The critics didn't so much love it and gave it an overall C. I would have given it an A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second Movie, Curious Case of Benjamin Button. I can not believe people gave that movie an A-. That was 3 hours of my life I will never get back. If you think 7 Pounds is slow then this movie will seem like an eternity. The acting was great but it's a story with out anything to it. NO excitement whatsoever, no climax, nothing. He never gets in trouble, no one ever makes fun of him. I almost wanted him to go to school when he was a kid so he would at least get made fun of to throw something in there. A lot of people liked it but I'm pretty sure if you liked it it's probably because you feel asleep when it started and woke up when it ended, you at least got a 3 hour nap out of it. I am happy I just saw it in Utah where movie tickets are only $5 instead of $11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third movie Ghost Town. We saw it at the dollar theater but even if it was in a normal theater I would still rather see that movie 2 times in a row over seeing Benjamin Button. If you haven't seen it, you defiantly should. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-6498032710984640469?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/6498032710984640469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=6498032710984640469&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/6498032710984640469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/6498032710984640469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-not-trying-to-be-dramatic-but-i.html' title='I&apos;m not trying to be dramatic but I rather shoot myself in the foot than see that movie'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SVqTI2Us-dI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/xZDVE_0LdQc/s72-c/critic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-8068696640542817726</id><published>2008-12-22T11:59:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T12:23:56.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Festivis Miracle</title><content type='html'>This weekend was amazing.  I didn't even think about not having a job because we were so busy, until today that is.  But that's alright it's just a little Christmas break right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night the Coccimiglio's went to dinner to one of the best restaurants ever( Thanks Dave and Jen).  It is called Cucina Toscana and if you live or are visiting Salt Lake you should defiantly go.  The food, the service, the atmosphere, everything was awesome.  All the pasta is fresh hand made the day of.  The owner is the cutest old Italian man that just walks around and talks to everyone and makes everyone feel important.  I just wanted to take him home with me.  My new favorite Italian (not to be confused with Mexican, Red Iguana is still my fav) restaurant is by far Cucina Toscana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I started off with my sister doing a favorite things party.  She made a delicious tortilla soup topped off with an amazing dessert, brownie obsession from T.G.I. Friday's.  If you like your brownies and chocolate you should get it because it is delicious!  Tyler had all her sister-in-laws and mother-in-law there and she gave us a bag full of all her favorite things.  Just to let you know Ty I have already used my Oxy Clean thanks to some fab bruscetta spelling on my white jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night the Coccimiglio's had a surprise birthday party for Frankie  It was so much fun.  Frankie had all his old friends there and it was seriously like a kid in the candy shop.  He had a smile on his face the whole time, it was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of pictures, it was a busy fun weekend but I just didn't want to get my camera out to take pictures so hopefully I'll get some from the sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Christmas is in 3 days.  That just doesn't make sense.  I do have to admit I was watching The Grinch the other day and started to get a little teary eyed.  Not because of the movie but because I just realized this is my first Christmas without my family in 23 years.  That is really sad to me and even though I know I'll have a good time with Joe's family, it's still a little different.  Even though growing up he always made fun of my dad for all his traditions and nonsense, I kinda miss it now.  I"ll kinda miss the train set, and the same questions my dad ask while video taping us before we get to see the presents, the sausage casserole and the oranges in my stocking.  Well i guess that is just part of growing up, I'll just have to wait until next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-8068696640542817726?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/8068696640542817726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=8068696640542817726&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8068696640542817726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8068696640542817726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-festivis-miracle.html' title='It&apos;s a Festivis Miracle'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-4469919231065667560</id><published>2008-12-19T15:05:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T15:18:29.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Offically Unemployed</title><content type='html'>Today is my first official day of no job.  Now what do I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Shop...Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laundry...Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clean house...Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grocery Shop...Check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have about 3 weeks until school starts and I don't think I can go grocery shopping and clean the house every day.  I may go crazy not having anything to do.  I know I should probably look for a job and I well eventually but with school being so crazy I kinda want to see how I can handle that first.  I should be out running some more errands but it is snowing like crazy.  I hate the snow more than anything and when your driving in the snow, it's like everything  is in slow motion and I can't handle it.   nothing that exciting has happened but I just figured add a post on my busy busy day today.  We did watch Elf yesterday and that has to be one of the greatest Christmas movies ever. The ending is a little cheesy but the rest is a hoot.  I could watch that every day until Christmas and be just as happy as ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-4469919231065667560?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/4469919231065667560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=4469919231065667560&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/4469919231065667560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/4469919231065667560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2008/12/offically-unemployed.html' title='Offically Unemployed'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-4088328741325349652</id><published>2008-12-16T16:09:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:38:55.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Done &amp; Done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SUg1V8sG7sI/AAAAAAAAAcI/xtduvLajGfM/s1600-h/shop.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280529214276562626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SUg1V8sG7sI/AAAAAAAAAcI/xtduvLajGfM/s320/shop.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of last week i had no shopping done for Christmas.   I didn't even realize how close Christmas really was.  And since my husband wants nothing he made it extra hard for me to shop.  Well now I am on school break so that frees up a lot of time.  There was a huge snow storm today and instead of just staying inside until work I sucked it up, pushed my Winter button in my car( it really does make me feel 100 times more safe, even if it doesn't do anything), and went shopping for 3 hours.  You may think, oh what fun shopping all day just living the dream.  Well that is wrong because Joe hasn't told me anything he wants, so i just got him a whole bunch of different options.  Shopping is not my thing at all, maybe if I was living at home and still in junior high when Mom and Dad helped me out with shopping, but now spending my own  money isn't the most fun.  I am pretty impressed with myself though considering everything I bought was $10! Yup that's right I am pretty amazing.  I am so glad that Christmas shopping is over and I still have a week to go.  Now what am I going to do next week since school, Christmas shopping and my job are all done with?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-4088328741325349652?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/4088328741325349652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=4088328741325349652&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/4088328741325349652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/4088328741325349652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2008/12/done-done.html' title='Done &amp; Done'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SUg1V8sG7sI/AAAAAAAAAcI/xtduvLajGfM/s72-c/shop.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-3859467899763907835</id><published>2008-12-12T13:13:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T13:22:57.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love 'em</title><content type='html'>So Emilie( how took our year later wedding pictures) is starting on this new project. She took some gorgeous pictures of the Salt Lake Temple, and I am obsessed with them. I can't wait to get mine and I just wanted to post how amazing her work is. She can take pictures of anything and has such a unique touch and her photos aren't like any thing I've seen. If you want any of these photos just click here---&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6419695"&gt;http://www.etsy.com/shop.php?user_id=6419695&lt;/a&gt;. I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SULGN3CJpbI/AAAAAAAAAcA/HUzqaZwjVto/s1600-h/etsyupangle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278999654645212594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SULGN3CJpbI/AAAAAAAAAcA/HUzqaZwjVto/s320/etsyupangle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SULGJ4Bm_GI/AAAAAAAAAb4/nkR79TjKk-o/s1600-h/etsytemple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278999586191899746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SULGJ4Bm_GI/AAAAAAAAAb4/nkR79TjKk-o/s320/etsytemple.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SULGJp8OKUI/AAAAAAAAAbw/LyyEYZqnOsw/s1600-h/etsyside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278999582411204930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SULGJp8OKUI/AAAAAAAAAbw/LyyEYZqnOsw/s320/etsyside.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SULGJuCz0BI/AAAAAAAAAbo/AsZg05IiG44/s1600-h/etsydoor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278999583512580114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SULGJuCz0BI/AAAAAAAAAbo/AsZg05IiG44/s320/etsydoor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SULGJYl0tkI/AAAAAAAAAbg/4c3wRb-adUU/s1600-h/etsyangle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278999577753859650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SULGJYl0tkI/AAAAAAAAAbg/4c3wRb-adUU/s320/etsyangle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1585317793645268184-3859467899763907835?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/3859467899763907835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=3859467899763907835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3859467899763907835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3859467899763907835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-emilie-how-took-our-year-later.html' title='Love &apos;em'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SULGN3CJpbI/AAAAAAAAAcA/HUzqaZwjVto/s72-c/etsyupangle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-929436903849806275</id><published>2008-12-10T11:05:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:09:21.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I title this... Get your study on</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;So last night Joe had a soccer game, like he does every Tuesday night, but since he is hurt and I have finals to study for I decided not to go.  I started studying but these days I haven't been getting much sleep. So when Joe got home this is what he saw... So much for studying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Note: not fake sleeping and picture and blog title courtesy of Joe Coccimiglio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SUAFCkhGDOI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ljOlrGVjla4/s1600-h/study.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278224304998583522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SUAFCkhGDOI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ljOlrGVjla4/s320/study.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-929436903849806275?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/929436903849806275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=929436903849806275&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/929436903849806275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/929436903849806275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-title-this-get-your-study-on.html' title='I title this... Get your study on'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SUAFCkhGDOI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ljOlrGVjla4/s72-c/study.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-8338325805953040013</id><published>2008-12-05T13:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T13:55:01.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Age gets ya quick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So I never thought 23 meant old age until I turned 23. Yesterday, while cleaning the house i some how hurt my back. Joe says it's just sore from the gym, but that is false because i remember how it wasn't hurting and then the next second it was hurting. SO I'm bending over emptying out the vacuum and then I realize I can't stand up all the way and my back is just stuck. Yup at 23 I threw out my back. Hurt back equals sleepless nights and lots of pain through out the day. But not all bad things come with age. Last night we went to my most favorite restaurant ever... Red Iguana. I crave Red Iguana and could eat it every day. I told Joe last night that if I'm on my death bed I want my Tacos A La Iguana to be my last meal. I told him even if I can't eat I want him to blend it up and put it in an IV. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/STmP1Wy7w7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/oKrFfPEMAhg/s1600-h/Picture+182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276406585256297394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/STmP1Wy7w7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/oKrFfPEMAhg/s320/Picture+182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so if any one has been to Cheesecake factory with my dad, they know what this picture means. Every time we go to Cheesecake my dad orders the spicy cashew chicken, and it is delicious. Every time though before he eats he breaths it in, just like the picture of me breathing in the tacos. Not only am I breathing in my food like my dad, but along with my old age I am losing things like my dad. Yesterday I was doing laundry(our washer and dryer are outside in a separate room and you need a key for it). So after I put a load in I took out the key placed it somewhere and got ready for the day. Within 5 minutes I couldn't remember were I put the key. I was going crazy looking for that key. I mean who loses something after 5 minutes of putting it away. Luckily Joe came home and found it in some drawer that I don't even remember putting it in. Curse you old age!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-8338325805953040013?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/8338325805953040013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=8338325805953040013&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8338325805953040013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8338325805953040013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2008/12/old-age-gets-ya-quick.html' title='Old Age gets ya quick'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/STmP1Wy7w7I/AAAAAAAAAbQ/oKrFfPEMAhg/s72-c/Picture+182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-7682523517842041897</id><published>2008-12-03T12:15:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T12:27:43.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Crush Edward</title><content type='html'>Ok I wasn't going to blog anything about Twilight, but I just couldn't resist. If I haven't read the books I probably wouldn't enjoy the movie that much, but since I have put so much time into the books I really enjoyed it, it was quit entertaining. And I now have an even bigger crush on Edward than before the movie. How sweet is he towards Bella, he is obsessed with her and I Love it. My favorite is when he takes her to school and he just puts his arm around her in his hot sunglasses(AWWW I melted). Yes Joe knows about my crush but I think it is becoming a problem the more I think about the movie. I mean just the other day I told Joe to throw me over his back and to climb a tree(not really but that would be funny if I did). Anyways the real reason for this post isn't to just let every know that I have a crush on Edward, but it was to point out the music in the background of the serious scenes in the movie. I have asked a handful of people and no one noticed it. I figured everyone would have since that was the first thing Tyler and I talked about how lame it was. The clip below really doesn't give the cheesiness justice, but it's horrible. There is this piano and guitar music taken straight from some 70's horror flick and it is so cheesy. I looked all around on YouTube for an example, but this is as good as it gets( it's right in the beginning of the clip). If they took that music out I could maybe see it again. Well maybe I can still see it again for Edward, but with headphones on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rO3es9NaGHg&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-7682523517842041897?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/7682523517842041897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=7682523517842041897&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7682523517842041897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/7682523517842041897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-crush-edward.html' title='I Crush Edward'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-3624717707384949182</id><published>2008-12-02T15:35:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T16:09:06.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Shut</title><content type='html'>For the past couple of days I have totally had a writers block.  I can't think of anything to write about. I have a major paper due tomorrow and I can't even start because I don't know where to start or how to start or anything.  Maybe writing random thoughts down well get the juices flowing, but maybe not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we went to California for Thanksgiving and it was a lot of fun.  My poor mom just lives with boys, that can't be any fun.  I really hope I have at least 1 girl because girls are just so much more helpful than boys.  Joe and I went to Disneyland on Monday, Joe doesn't even like Disneyland so I'm not sure why he wanted to go but I had a good time.  the lines weren't miserable and the weather was really nice.  On the way home though there was of course traffic.  I don't mind traffic, I mean, do I prefer it... no but my blood pressure doesn't go up if there is traffic.  Joe on the other hand hates it, almost as much as he hates waiting in lines.  Good thing we live in Utah were traffic doesn't happen to much, otherwise I think Joe would have a heart attack by 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have been quit stressed the last couple of weeks.  If you saw me you would know because my 12 year old acne is coming back on my face and chest.  I can't handle school, it's not even that bad, it's just a lot.  I think I get stressed out to easily, because if I listed my work load it doesn't even sound like that much.  My problem is i worry about this week and the next 2 weeks. I  have plenty of time I just rather get everything done now.  Along with my 12 year old acne, I have had horrible headaches everyday.  I drink and drink and drink water and there still there. Joe says I don't drink enough water but considering I take a bathroom break every 15 minutes I think I'm drinking plenty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now with all this complaining and feeling sorry for my self I am also reading a book called "Tuesdays with Morrie"( i know court I've had it forever I'll give it back as soon as your back from New York).  It's my 2nd time reading it because I think it has some really good morals to it (if that's the right word).  Morrie is dieing from a disease that slowly eats away at your muscles and you slowly become a vegetable.  One chapter in the book talks about feeling sorry for yourself.  Morrie cries in the morning for a couple minutes and that's it then he moves on with his day.  he says "I thought about all the people I knew who spent many of their waking hours feeling sorry for themselves.  How useful would it be to put a daily limit on self-pity".  I don't know why but I love the quote.  I wish I could carry it around like a tattoo on my hand to remind myself that life isn't that bad. If I took out all the hours I felt sorry for myself, I would actually have enough time to enjoy the day and not be in a frenzy all day. I don't have a hard life at all but all my complaining makes it twice as hard.  Many people don't finish or even get to go to college, I should just be happy that I can go.  Joe always tells me how easy I have it, but i never listen.  I mean what kind of wife would I be if I listened to EVERYTHING my husband had to say.  Maybe if I smiled a couple more hours of the day instead of complained about nothing, my headaches might just go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another random thought, you know how when you really have to go to the bathroom and people start talking about waterfalls and other watery things because they think that well make you pee your pants... well that totally doesn't work.  I went to the doctors today and had to pee in a cup.  I spent 15 minutes in the bathroom thinking about waterfalls, and drinking fountains. NOTHING and I mean nothing.  I was just sitting there laughing, I mean how long do they let people try to pee in a cup?  When I came out the nurse acted like that was totally normal, if I was a nurse and had someone in the bathroom for 15 minutes trying to pee I would totally be laughing.  What is the time limit before you knock on the door and make sure that person is still alive?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-3624717707384949182?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/3624717707384949182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=3624717707384949182&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3624717707384949182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3624717707384949182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2008/12/frozen-shut.html' title='Frozen Shut'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-3062948538396215115</id><published>2008-11-21T08:54:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T09:58:19.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine State</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SSbaLTO3TeI/AAAAAAAAAbI/L3gYLJxXwkY/s1600-h/g2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271140301559778786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SSbaLTO3TeI/AAAAAAAAAbI/L3gYLJxXwkY/s320/g2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going back to California today and am so excited to see &lt;~~ these people ( and of course my family too!). We are going to be there for about 10 days and I can't wait. Granted well probably do a whole lot of what we do at home, but no school and no work so that is a plus! It has been nice weather here which is surprising, but my mom told me the other day how it was cold in California... a whopping 60 degrees ( she had to wear a light jacket), I'm so excited to hang out by the pool and spa in the sun! OH how I can't wait only 4 more hours until we leave... who's excited?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-3062948538396215115?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/3062948538396215115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=3062948538396215115&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3062948538396215115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3062948538396215115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunshine-state.html' title='Sunshine State'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SSbaLTO3TeI/AAAAAAAAAbI/L3gYLJxXwkY/s72-c/g2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-8306588279460617790</id><published>2008-11-18T18:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T18:55:06.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SSNx5QAGyqI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jI4pFS2dSc8/s1600-h/hair.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270181217315506850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SSNx5QAGyqI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jI4pFS2dSc8/s320/hair.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm just going to vent because I want to scream at the top of my lungs except I'm at work so I can't. Every little thing is bugging me, I'm not sure why. It's like when someone talks to me I want to pull my hair out! I was trying to do homework but the U website kicked me off and now won't let me back in so I'm bugged about that. I'm bugged how some people just talk to hear themselves and think they aer awesome when they really aren't. I'm bugged that I am breaking out everywhere. I'm bugged that I have about a million projects due next week and then have to start all over with another semester of school, I just wish I was done. Have you ever been so annoyed your throat itches? That's how I feel right now. And since I'm annoyed that means I'll be in a bad mood and poor Joe gets to hear it. Except he's playing games tonight, so it's me in my bed yelling into my pillow ( or pellow however you want to say it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREATH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BREATH....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, that was better now I do want to tell this funny story ( Joe doesn't think it's that funny but I do). So on Saturday a big group of us went to the REAL SL game and before we went to Chili's to eat. Well Joe sat in between me and let's call her crazy eyes( who was with another guy). SO everyone is talking and then crazy eyes says to Joe, "is this a real REAl scarf ( while she is talking to him totally feeling the scarf, which is around him, up and down). I think you needed to be there to see for yourself, but it only gets better. So I hear her talking to him totally hitting on him and I was just like no that can't be right. Meanwhile I look across the table at my friend Heather and she is totally laughing. I KNEW IT! she totally was hitting on him. Then she proceeds to tell a story how she has a brother named Joe ( while touching him on the leg) and then looks at Joe and kinda in a whisper says I love the name Joe. I mean come on crazy eyes he's wearing a ring. I was just shocked and laughing at the same time. A couple minutes later Joe turns to me and I said hows your new girlfriend and he just starts laughing. So I'm glad he saw that she was totally hitting on him too otherwise I would have just felt like i was a paranoid wife. I wish I had a video camera because she was so obvious, I mean I even caught her looking him up and down while he wasn't watching, hence the name crazy eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after much venting and a good funny story ( if you didn't think it was that funny then just ask anyone who was there and by any one I mean Joe, me or Heather because we were the only ones that caught her) I'm feeling a little better. Maybe tomorrow well be a better day, since I'm having Red Iguana for dinner..mmmmmmmmm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-8306588279460617790?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/8306588279460617790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=8306588279460617790&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8306588279460617790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/8306588279460617790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2008/11/vent.html' title='Vent'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SSNx5QAGyqI/AAAAAAAAAbA/jI4pFS2dSc8/s72-c/hair.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1585317793645268184.post-3847346852110559582</id><published>2008-11-15T12:29:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T12:35:41.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REAL excited</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SR8jMzeeMJI/AAAAAAAAAa4/OUKgQkbIe58/s1600-h/realSL.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268968791930187922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SR8jMzeeMJI/AAAAAAAAAa4/OUKgQkbIe58/s320/realSL.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO it's Saturday and I'm at work, sad story... Except not so sad today because I have about 10 things due next week for school and I have finished them up.  Also Joe and I along with 15,000 other people are going to the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; game tonight.   it well be our 3rd game at the new stadium and it is so much fun! If they win tonight they're playing for the MLS CUP in California the day before Thanksgiving and guess what?!? Well be there so it'll  make up for Joe missing the indoor soccer Thanksgiving tournament. I'm excited that it's nice weather today and that soccer plays straight through with out any stopped time (except 1/2 time), for Chilli's, for coming home to laundry done and bed made.  Yes today is a good day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1585317793645268184-3847346852110559582?l=joetori.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/feeds/3847346852110559582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1585317793645268184&amp;postID=3847346852110559582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3847346852110559582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1585317793645268184/posts/default/3847346852110559582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joetori.blogspot.com/2008/11/real-excited.html' title='REAL excited'/><author><name>The Coccimiglios</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00575170248128035721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SPzvmXg3tJI/AAAAAAAAATs/ikTv_L8jNqc/S220/kiss.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_S-Kcm_2Ou_0/SR8jMzeeMJI/AAAAAAAAAa4/OUKgQkbIe58/s72-c/realSL.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
