<?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-2511753560841035276</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:12:30.046-05:00</updated><category term='Great Words'/><title type='text'>thetrueprofessional</title><subtitle type='html'>A professional wife, mother, sister, friend, and career woman all rolled into one lovely package.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>228</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-4376112780427773430</id><published>2012-01-29T20:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T13:05:04.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Dinner...Italian Style</title><content type='html'>Growing up Sunday Dinners were often the highlight of the week for our family. Big dinners with immediate family and lots of times extended family were the norm. We ate early (between 2 and 3) and then if you were hungry later you had a "snack." 99.9% of our Sunday dinners were Italian Food. I guess you would say it was a tradition to eat pasta on Sunday's (Thurday's too) at our house...and most of our family did the same. The smells were delicious, the conversation crossing over as many as 4 generations and you always hated to see the day come to an end. I learned to cook just watching my mom, grandparents and my Great Aunt's prepare the meals. Joe's family had the same tradition and when we married we stuck with it. I can't say we do it 99.9% of the time anymore, mostly because life is busier and here in the South the summers are hotter and we do grill a lot in the summer. However for sure 99.9% of the time when we are home and it is not excessively hot we do Sunday Dinner, Italian Style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few shots from yesterday's dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C-MF7hCLcik/TyX4AykL5JI/AAAAAAAABIM/5ahs-ta-Wp8/s1600/Blog%2BPhotos%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703237195591836818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C-MF7hCLcik/TyX4AykL5JI/AAAAAAAABIM/5ahs-ta-Wp8/s320/Blog%2BPhotos%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penne Pasta, Chicken Parm, Baked Ziti, Meatballs (with or without sauce) and garlic bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZiDMojnn4U/TyX4AhZ6vPI/AAAAAAAABIA/SiluGxCzcr4/s1600/Blog%2BPhotos%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703237190985366770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HZiDMojnn4U/TyX4AhZ6vPI/AAAAAAAABIA/SiluGxCzcr4/s320/Blog%2BPhotos%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKuApk2YkAg/TyX4BeSTqzI/AAAAAAAABIc/lM4C_G4sQ-o/s1600/Blog%2BPhotos%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703237207328009010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DKuApk2YkAg/TyX4BeSTqzI/AAAAAAAABIc/lM4C_G4sQ-o/s320/Blog%2BPhotos%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Small version of our extended family. Nana, Amber, Joe, Alex, Danielle, Joseph &amp;amp; Colleen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K3Moj9cVpg4/TyX4CU89snI/AAAAAAAABIk/A3IBAh6lnZc/s1600/Blog%2BPhotos%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703237222002438770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-K3Moj9cVpg4/TyX4CU89snI/AAAAAAAABIk/A3IBAh6lnZc/s320/Blog%2BPhotos%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bella was so very hungry that she had to have a small snack waiting for dinner - that's why she is not in the group shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MANGIA (Monja) - Let's Eat!!!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-4376112780427773430?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/4376112780427773430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=4376112780427773430&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/4376112780427773430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/4376112780427773430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2012/01/sunday-dinneritalian-style.html' title='Sunday Dinner...Italian Style'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C-MF7hCLcik/TyX4AykL5JI/AAAAAAAABIM/5ahs-ta-Wp8/s72-c/Blog%2BPhotos%2B003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-7742716750827039181</id><published>2012-01-21T14:32:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T21:15:18.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Extremely thoughtful gifts</title><content type='html'>I love, love, love to give meaningful and thoughtful gifts...I always have...I often wish I had more opportunities to bless people in my life. With that said, I would also rather give than receive. Silly right? But I really do get as much of a gift by giving as my recipient does in receiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of that said...this past December I received some of the most thoughtful gifts I have ever received for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a "collaborative" scrap book. This scrap book stays right next to my bed...the pages are filled with letters from my family and friends...many of them contain writings from the children in my life. Mine, nieces, nephews, friends kids, etc. My amazing sister-in-law had this brilliant idea and she then contacted all the very special people in my life and asked them to write. The book was compiled and given to me right on my birthday. I have never, ever, ever received a gift that meant more to me, EVER! When I look at the book I tear up, I cannot believe the words on the pages...what I mean to the writer, what they see as my positive attributes, how I have affected their life. Could there possibly be a better gift? I think not. The youngest person who wrote is 8 and the oldest is my mom, 68. I met the authors at all different points in my life and we are now all intertwined. I will treasure this book for the rest of my life...along with the people who brought it to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--rx9rJSZoLw/Tx4LoVirL_I/AAAAAAAABGg/zkmh5zeQbtU/s1600/Blog%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701006965902880754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--rx9rJSZoLw/Tx4LoVirL_I/AAAAAAAABGg/zkmh5zeQbtU/s320/Blog%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pvOe9YfAHgg/Tx4LotVn-bI/AAAAAAAABGs/Bey54l1x6hk/s1600/Blog%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701006972290595250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pvOe9YfAHgg/Tx4LotVn-bI/AAAAAAAABGs/Bey54l1x6hk/s320/Blog%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December was a particularly rough month in my life and on my birthday my friend Nicole gave my 2 crystal+&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ogy&lt;/span&gt; bracelets...they are onyx and the card they were attached to says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Channel strength and determination with this alluring stone that also increases resilience and tenacity." Would you think I was crazy if I told you I feel better when I am wearing them? A big part of feeling better is me knowing I have friends that care that much about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81Wu_IlqEpw/Tx4Nc2zy5DI/AAAAAAAABHE/OrDVpEz0vWw/s1600/Blog%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701008967697884210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-81Wu_IlqEpw/Tx4Nc2zy5DI/AAAAAAAABHE/OrDVpEz0vWw/s320/Blog%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to entertain...love my house to be full of people, families, children. My friend Charyl knows this about me and got me these adorable "food identifier cards." You set them up like little easels and write on them...the best part - they are like dry erase boards and I will be able to use them continuously! I will think of her and her thoughtfulness every time I take them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j8JOmBvrtWs/Tx4ORusDCjI/AAAAAAAABHQ/vCV_7xr-kKA/s1600/Blog%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701009876050971186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j8JOmBvrtWs/Tx4ORusDCjI/AAAAAAAABHQ/vCV_7xr-kKA/s320/Blog%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gram (Charyl's mom) gave me a gift that was strictly for me...brand new comfy pajamas and a book, "The Help" - I love to read and I have not read or seen the movie The Help. And call my old fashioned but I love to have an actual book in my hand - I have no interest in an e-reader just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go along with the fact that I love to entertain...my friend Lisa gave me two gourmet dips and napkins that actually match the theme of my kitchen!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SdRdpSSNln4/Tx4P71Vv6mI/AAAAAAAABHc/EEc2J6NAJhk/s1600/Blog%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701011698902624866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SdRdpSSNln4/Tx4P71Vv6mI/AAAAAAAABHc/EEc2J6NAJhk/s320/Blog%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Tina is an amazing "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;accessorizer&lt;/span&gt;" when she gets dressed...she always picks out really pretty or cute &amp;amp; fun pieces...she took the time to pick me out a "hot pink" watch - hopefully Danielle will actually give me the opportunity to wear it sometimes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SONk0zf0Xqg/Tx4Sv9IjX3I/AAAAAAAABH0/uOAbKFW-A6k/s1600/Blog%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701014793371213682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SONk0zf0Xqg/Tx4Sv9IjX3I/AAAAAAAABH0/uOAbKFW-A6k/s320/Blog%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of all of these amazingly thoughtful gifts every card I received just about moved me to tears...none were jokey or funny - they were all filled with beautiful and thoughtful expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I mentioned earlier I am really dealing with a lot right now in my personal life and the lives of the people I love the most in this world...these gifts put the love and concern my friends have for me right in my face at the perfect time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blessed Girl!!!&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/2511753560841035276-7742716750827039181?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/7742716750827039181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=7742716750827039181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/7742716750827039181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/7742716750827039181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2012/01/extremely-thoughtful-gifts.html' title='Extremely thoughtful gifts'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--rx9rJSZoLw/Tx4LoVirL_I/AAAAAAAABGg/zkmh5zeQbtU/s72-c/Blog%2B003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-5674425226378606826</id><published>2012-01-19T16:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T17:07:50.675-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There is no I in Team....</title><content type='html'>The definition of "Team" is - a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;number of persons&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; forming one of the sides in a game or a contest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are trying to teach our children that when you are on a team it is not only about you...but rather it is about every member on your team, equally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said we are instilling in our children the commitment that comes along with being on a team. You practice, you cheer your teammates on, you respect your "coach" and any assistants they have and win, lose or draw you are a good sport and always speak positively to your coach, teammates and your competitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also expect this from the members of our children's teams. There is nothing more frustrating than arranging your schedule around practices and events and then having your teammates not show up. I do not mean for illness or death...I am talking about just not coming - think along the lines of an unexcused absence. The parents and kids that are there are being cheated and so are the kids who aren't coming because they are missing out on not only learning the team skills but life skills about commitment. When you commit to a team you have to take that seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is fine to not want to live by a schedule or to want a variety in life...I am just suggesting you find a "solo" activity to enjoy instead of a "team" activity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-5674425226378606826?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/5674425226378606826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=5674425226378606826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5674425226378606826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5674425226378606826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2012/01/there-is-no-i-in-team.html' title='There is no I in Team....'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-7745675781529923903</id><published>2012-01-08T14:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T15:08:39.295-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fGGHBm4GfR4/Twn3T7BVYzI/AAAAAAAABGU/BkG8ZpfAKcU/s1600/Tebowing.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695355125419565874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fGGHBm4GfR4/Twn3T7BVYzI/AAAAAAAABGU/BkG8ZpfAKcU/s320/Tebowing.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No disrespect or mocking intended with my title. My post is about Tim Tebow and my friend Josh always says "that's baby jesus right there."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before the Denver/Pittsburgh game starts today I wanted to go record saying that win or lose and regardless of what anyone thinks of his football skills, in my opinion, Tim Tebow has used his platform in an amazing way. I believe there are better quarterbacks in the NFL, but I believe more strongly that God is using Tebow to spread His word to people who may not other wise hear it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot be the only person who while watching him play for the Gators would look up the Bible verse that was on his face that day if I didn't know it already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stats aside, Tebow has people talking about God at the watercoolers on their jobs. And while some of these conversations are argumentative, someone, somewhere is hearing something from a believer that may change their entire way of thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tebow never claims to be the best, he is not boastful, conceited or a showboater. He is humble, he gives thanks and most importantly for me (a mother of two and Aunt of 14) he sets a great example of following God, listening to Him and giving him the glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regardless of the outcome today - Tim Tebow you are a WINNER in my book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-7745675781529923903?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/7745675781529923903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=7745675781529923903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/7745675781529923903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/7745675781529923903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2012/01/baby-jesus.html' title='Baby Jesus'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fGGHBm4GfR4/Twn3T7BVYzI/AAAAAAAABGU/BkG8ZpfAKcU/s72-c/Tebowing.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-66868031124966514</id><published>2012-01-06T15:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T10:22:29.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Gift To Myself</title><content type='html'>December 30th was my 43rd Birthday. One thing I have always wanted to do was to go to a shelter and serve a meal. Don't ask me how by the age of 43 I hadn't done this...but I hadn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends from the East Coast were coming to town for New Year's with their daughter and niece. After all of our plans were in place for their visit Danielle's dance studio (The Dance Company) sent out an e-mail for our December community service looking for volunteers to serve either breakfast or dinner on 12/29 or 12/30. Joe and I are morning people as are our friends...I called them to see if they would be interested in serving with us and they said yes right away. We signed up, 4 adults and 4 kids. One of our favorite families from the studio filled the other slots and we all went to serve together, breakfast on the 30th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amazing experience...one that I would love to relive monthly if possible. We served at The Center for Hope (women &amp;amp; childrens shelter) and the ladies and children we served were so, so appreciative, thankful and humble. Standing there and seeing all of them it was clear that everyones story was different...they were at the center due to different circumstances yet they were all in the same place right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded me of how blessed our family is and how at any moment anyone of us could find ourselves in circumstances where we would need this type of help. All of our kids were incredible while they were there...carrying trays for older people, helping little kids to their seats or carrying their juice/hot cocoa for them...setting up and cleaning up with full cooperation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Highlight of the entire morning...leaving the center Little Joe takes my hand, looks up at me and says "Mom, can we please do this on my birthday?" Absolutely son, absolutely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VbPtyMkgSCo/TwcG8ibgJRI/AAAAAAAABGI/5R1AIqma3o0/s1600/Center%2Bfor%2BHope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694527890937357586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VbPtyMkgSCo/TwcG8ibgJRI/AAAAAAAABGI/5R1AIqma3o0/s320/Center%2Bfor%2BHope.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/2511753560841035276-66868031124966514?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/66868031124966514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=66868031124966514&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/66868031124966514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/66868031124966514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2012/01/birthday-gift-to-myself.html' title='Birthday Gift To Myself'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VbPtyMkgSCo/TwcG8ibgJRI/AAAAAAAABGI/5R1AIqma3o0/s72-c/Center%2Bfor%2BHope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-2826810323348801665</id><published>2012-01-05T15:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T15:19:12.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2012....Slowing my roll</title><content type='html'>So a lot has happened between my last post and now - probably too much to detail here. I am very focused on "slowing my roll" in 2012 and getting back to a few things that I personally enjoy but have taken a back seat to life's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;craziness&lt;/span&gt;. Writing, Reading, Sharing things I am passionate about, helping young people find their place in the world and spending real quality time with the people I love the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds like a lot to add considering I haven't posted anything since May, right? I hope not - I hope it is just a matter of prioritizing and using my time wisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister who has 4 kids and 2 jobs is back to blogging...she has inspired me...surely I can make this work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-2826810323348801665?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/2826810323348801665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=2826810323348801665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/2826810323348801665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/2826810323348801665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012slowing-my-roll.html' title='2012....Slowing my roll'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-1496960597801039050</id><published>2011-05-18T21:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T21:55:01.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They like me...they really like me...</title><content type='html'>Actress Sally Fields said these or very similar words after winning an Academy Award. I am at a point in my life right now where I feel like I can understand what she meant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am fully grown, there are times I wonder, "Are they really my friend?", "Can I trust them?", "Should I be doing all I am for them...does it matter, are they using me, do they appreciate it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of these things seem childish and immature to me as I type them...but I can't lie, my heart hurts sometimes when I am really feeling any of the above. I would say at least 90% of the time I can "talk myself down" and get myself in check pretty quickly, or at least after talking with Joe about my feelings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest struggle is not changing who I am because I am feeling these things. Not easy right? Luckily life has taught me things and for the most part I am who I am no matter what. It is certainly harder on some days - but as I look back on my life I hope I will be able to say that I did not lower my own personal standards based on the way someone treated me. I also hope I don't look back and feel like I was a door mat either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-1496960597801039050?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/1496960597801039050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=1496960597801039050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/1496960597801039050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/1496960597801039050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2011/05/they-like-methey-really-like-me.html' title='They like me...they really like me...'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-6587817531732052678</id><published>2011-04-07T07:56:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T08:39:06.088-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Little, I Mean Super Medium Joe</title><content type='html'>At this exact moment (7:57 am) 9 years ago my baby came into the world. It was quite an entrance and he has been responsible for remarkable moments and memories ever since. It is my prayer that his faith and heart stay exactly the way they are today. For a young child he is unbelievably intune with peoples emotions and feelings and the kind of person God wants him to be. He sits each week listening to Pastor Steven preach and when we get in the car he can have a full out conversation with you about the message. And months later he will go right back to something that moved him and start talking about it again or use it in context with what is going on in his life. He is "age appropriate" and doesn't try to be all grown-up. He loves to soak up the moment and take it all in. Everyday I am thankful for the son that God chose for me...and I do my best to let Joseph know how much he means to me and how blessed I feel to be his mom. Joseph - I hope you have the best birthday and that you live life on your terms and remain true to who you are. I love you!!! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CqkbLeAto0E/TZ2vT8xHaCI/AAAAAAAABF8/6-TgrQnEnZE/s1600/SMJ%2BThrown.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592819069528533026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CqkbLeAto0E/TZ2vT8xHaCI/AAAAAAAABF8/6-TgrQnEnZE/s320/SMJ%2BThrown.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ruSexzUaXp8/TZ2vTtWXOaI/AAAAAAAABF0/0li2AivzA8c/s1600/Me%2B%2526%2BSMJ%2BPanthers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592819065389791650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ruSexzUaXp8/TZ2vTtWXOaI/AAAAAAAABF0/0li2AivzA8c/s320/Me%2B%2526%2BSMJ%2BPanthers.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-myT6PNIDIaE/TZ2uUFCjqBI/AAAAAAAABFs/KJixbdGSCt4/s1600/Joe%2BShopping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592817972237543442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-myT6PNIDIaE/TZ2uUFCjqBI/AAAAAAAABFs/KJixbdGSCt4/s320/Joe%2BShopping.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2511753560841035276-6587817531732052678?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/6587817531732052678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=6587817531732052678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6587817531732052678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6587817531732052678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2011/04/happy-birthday-little-i-mean-super.html' title='Happy Birthday Little, I Mean Super Medium Joe'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CqkbLeAto0E/TZ2vT8xHaCI/AAAAAAAABF8/6-TgrQnEnZE/s72-c/SMJ%2BThrown.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-5017356269849315122</id><published>2011-03-29T20:33:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T15:07:52.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication</title><content type='html'>Last weekend I had the honor and privilege of chaperoning Danielle and three other girls from her dance studio, along with the studio owner, on a trip to Atlanta, GA for a dance convention. The girls teacher feels that conventions are very important as you get exposed to different teaching styles and different choreography. The convention was open to all the dancers in the studio and these 4 girls made the trip. (The entire studio attended a convention here in Charlotte back in the fall) I was so impressed by the behavior, manners and really just the way the other three girls carried themselves while away from their families. When we returned home I made sure to e-mail all of the other mothers and let them know how well their girls represent their parents and upbringing. Another thing I was totally impressed by was the dedication and determination shown not just by the girls we traveled with...but by at least 90% of the dancers that were at this convention. Conventions are very different than competitions in that no one is "there to win." Everyone is there to learn and better themselves. All the kids were working hard, cheering each other on, complimenting each other and basically just doing what they love. Watching a room filled several hundred dancers all between the ages of 11-14 learning choreography from some of the biggest names in the dance world was so cool for me. When they all get the dance and start doing it together it is like a "flash mob" and I loved it!!! As I was watching all weekend I was also thinking that these kids have amazing dedication to dance. It is something the truly love and want to do. Danielle is at dance about 5 times a week and she never, ever says "I don't want to go." Joe and I are impressed watching her learn time management with school and homework so that she doesn't have to miss dance. As she gets older not only will the time management be a great tool in life for her...but as her parents knowing where she is and who she is with will provide great piece of mind. Here are a few shots from our weekend: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qj8fw2IbmYs/TZJ7uTKxftI/AAAAAAAABEs/BvNOmMhXzF4/s1600/Pulse%2B2011%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589666122869866194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qj8fw2IbmYs/TZJ7uTKxftI/AAAAAAAABEs/BvNOmMhXzF4/s320/Pulse%2B2011%2B047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Pulse On Tour - convention we attended &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3mmnlFc3Uc/TZJ7upOkODI/AAAAAAAABE0/eM1qmfXbjVk/s1600/Pulse%2B2011%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589666128791353394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K3mmnlFc3Uc/TZJ7upOkODI/AAAAAAAABE0/eM1qmfXbjVk/s320/Pulse%2B2011%2B005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Michaels, Danielle, Naijha and Bria on the first morning...ready to go &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hbg_oWDkFDE/TZJ7vSW_XMI/AAAAAAAABFE/UH0DQgRhlUA/s1600/Pulse%2B2011%2B010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589666139832540354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hbg_oWDkFDE/TZJ7vSW_XMI/AAAAAAAABFE/UH0DQgRhlUA/s320/Pulse%2B2011%2B010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Michaela and Danielle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZBTLSY2dp0/TZJ7uyfJGII/AAAAAAAABE8/Svimkq_tm9Q/s1600/Pulse%2B2011%2B009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589666131276798082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CZBTLSY2dp0/TZJ7uyfJGII/AAAAAAAABE8/Svimkq_tm9Q/s320/Pulse%2B2011%2B009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Naijha and Bria &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-952iE65y5zo/TZJ8oe5asSI/AAAAAAAABFk/cxWvrMUPByI/s1600/Pulse%2B2011%2B053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589667122450706722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-952iE65y5zo/TZJ8oe5asSI/AAAAAAAABFk/cxWvrMUPByI/s320/Pulse%2B2011%2B053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mother/Daughter Shot&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_e-BBH56qlE/TZJ8oGwTY7I/AAAAAAAABFc/up1R32L2byE/s1600/Pulse%2B2011%2B052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589667115970028466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_e-BBH56qlE/TZJ8oGwTY7I/AAAAAAAABFc/up1R32L2byE/s320/Pulse%2B2011%2B052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danielle and Naijha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UVa8t44T1Lo/TZJ8nz16aEI/AAAAAAAABFU/1iHM5PAU9Ao/s1600/Pulse%2B2011%2B048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589667110893283394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UVa8t44T1Lo/TZJ8nz16aEI/AAAAAAAABFU/1iHM5PAU9Ao/s320/Pulse%2B2011%2B048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Checking in with Charlotte&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D5IrqZ8Fg8Y/TZJ7vVYy_XI/AAAAAAAABFM/P4NfzA2UOEg/s1600/Pulse%2B2011%2B036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589666140645424498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D5IrqZ8Fg8Y/TZJ7vVYy_XI/AAAAAAAABFM/P4NfzA2UOEg/s320/Pulse%2B2011%2B036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bria, Tyce Diorio, Danielle Naijha and Michaela&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-5017356269849315122?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/5017356269849315122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=5017356269849315122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5017356269849315122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5017356269849315122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2011/03/dedication.html' title='Dedication'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qj8fw2IbmYs/TZJ7uTKxftI/AAAAAAAABEs/BvNOmMhXzF4/s72-c/Pulse%2B2011%2B047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-1016257908284060070</id><published>2011-02-21T11:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T12:07:15.068-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the little children come to me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Mark 10:14 says "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joe and I have been blessed for years to be surrounded by children who we love. As you know we have 2 of our own, Danielle (11) and Joseph (8), and then we have many others in our life who we love with all of our hearts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of these children have brought us happiness, sadness (when they were hurting) and even tears (both of joy and pain) but our lives are so much richer for it. When Joe and I reflect on some of our favorite memories of our times together (24 years of dating and marriage now) 90% of them include these children. We surrounded ourselves with babies, toddlers and small children long before we had kids of our own...it was something we loved to do - and we still do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now we have teenagers, pre-teens, young kids, toddlers and babies to spend time with...nothing puts a smile on my face quicker than our yard being full of kids all playing together and having a good time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God has been very good to us by continually letting the little children come to us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is our newest addition...just a month shy of her first birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M94usOJznUw/TWKa3uLBUmI/AAAAAAAABEk/VtYS9E17M10/s1600/Valentines-Bella%2B047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576189570715832930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M94usOJznUw/TWKa3uLBUmI/AAAAAAAABEk/VtYS9E17M10/s320/Valentines-Bella%2B047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-1016257908284060070?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/1016257908284060070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=1016257908284060070&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/1016257908284060070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/1016257908284060070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2011/02/let-little-children-come-to-me.html' title='Let the little children come to me...'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-M94usOJznUw/TWKa3uLBUmI/AAAAAAAABEk/VtYS9E17M10/s72-c/Valentines-Bella%2B047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-4925796991026770406</id><published>2011-02-16T07:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T07:01:00.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Legacy of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Joe and I both got notes from Danielle at the dinner table on Valentine's Day. We BOTH were choked up and moved by what she wrote. Of course there is humor in the notes as well. Here is what they said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Favorite Things About Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. His sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;2. Being the ultimate dance dad&lt;br /&gt;3. The way we both sniffle&lt;br /&gt;4. When you do the fist pump&lt;br /&gt;5. The love and support to others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad - I love you so much no matter what happens don't forget that. Also, like I said, being the ultimate dance dad because most dad's don't take the time to sit at a dance competition but you never left and that means the world to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya, Danielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Favorite Things About Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Her great support&lt;br /&gt;2. Her bond with her family&lt;br /&gt;3. Her amazing love and care&lt;br /&gt;4. That no matter what I do bad she will always forgive me&lt;br /&gt;5. Her love and support to the Church and God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom - I love you with all my heart and no matter what ridiculous thing I am giving you an attitude about I am never really mad at you, I'm just being dumb and never forget that! Also mom that you for all your support with dance, you have NO idea how much I appreciate that also with school - you never say no when I ask you for help with homework and when ever I have something at school you are there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya, Danielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a parent my true hearts desire is for my legacy to be that "I was there" when Danielle or Joseph needed me. Could I have a higher powered position than the one I have at my current job, absolutely...but it would be at the expense of my family. I have one of the best bosses that a mother of two could ask for. He is flexible with me (and my co-workers) to the best of his ability and in turn we do not abuse that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt;. I want my kids to see me do for them and others with ease and joy...it is more important to me than "my title" at work or a higher salary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have one shot at being the best parent I can possibly be - and when my kids look back on their upbringing I want them to be able to say "my mom was there when..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These notes meant the world to us...much more than anything store bought for sure!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-4925796991026770406?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/4925796991026770406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=4925796991026770406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/4925796991026770406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/4925796991026770406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2011/02/legacy-of-love.html' title='Legacy of Love'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-4744255052649738275</id><published>2011-02-15T10:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T10:43:18.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sissy Love</title><content type='html'>Continuing on with spreading the love yesterday...Joseph had this on Danielle's plate at dinner last night!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7vT0AgIOifQ/TVqe3We-yoI/AAAAAAAABEc/ZzwVNrAM_oM/s1600/Awesome%2BSis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573942162589928066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7vT0AgIOifQ/TVqe3We-yoI/AAAAAAAABEc/ZzwVNrAM_oM/s320/Awesome%2BSis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-4744255052649738275?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/4744255052649738275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=4744255052649738275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/4744255052649738275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/4744255052649738275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2011/02/sissy-love.html' title='Sissy Love'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7vT0AgIOifQ/TVqe3We-yoI/AAAAAAAABEc/ZzwVNrAM_oM/s72-c/Awesome%2BSis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-4922905510806015908</id><published>2011-02-14T07:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T07:45:22.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>I woke up this morning and found this note taped to the mirror in my bathroom!!! What a great way to start my Valentine's Day. Lil Joe just called me to be sure I found it...a son with a good heart is truly a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSCvraUcTys/TVkjToGbjWI/AAAAAAAABEU/BwCPpHIhj-A/s1600/Valentines%2BDay%2B2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573524833936575842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSCvraUcTys/TVkjToGbjWI/AAAAAAAABEU/BwCPpHIhj-A/s320/Valentines%2BDay%2B2011.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/2511753560841035276-4922905510806015908?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/4922905510806015908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=4922905510806015908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/4922905510806015908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/4922905510806015908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2011/02/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FSCvraUcTys/TVkjToGbjWI/AAAAAAAABEU/BwCPpHIhj-A/s72-c/Valentines%2BDay%2B2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-813943680410195559</id><published>2011-02-04T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T21:00:02.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Day Dessert Recipe's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peanut Butter Bars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 Yellow Cake Mix&lt;br /&gt;1 Cup Peanut Butter (creamy or super chunky)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 Cup butter - melted&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;6oz Chocolate Chips&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup Sweetened Condensed Milk&lt;br /&gt;2 Tbsp. butter&lt;br /&gt;1 can coconut pecan icing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Combine cake mix, peanut butter, melted butter and eggs in a large bowl.  Mix until well blended.  Pat 2/3 of mixture into the bottom of a 9X13 pan and set aside.  Next, Combine chocolate chips, sweetened condensed milk, butter and coconut pecan icing in a medium sauce pan and heat until chocolate chips are melted.  Spread filling over mixture in pan.  Place remaining 1/3 of batter on top of filling in lattice like fashion.  Bake in 350 oven for 20 - 25 minutes.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudslide Brownies&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Prep 20 min Cook 35 min&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 6 1 oz unsweetened chocolate baking squares &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2 cup plus 2 TBSP unsalted butter, divided &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 cup granulated sugar 1 cup firmly packed light brown sugar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3 large eggs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4 tsp espresso powder, divided &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 TBSP plus 2 tsp coffee liqueur &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 1/2 cups all purpose flour &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/2 tsp salt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 cup chopped pecans, toasted &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 TBSP whipping cream or half and half &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 TBSP vodka &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2 1/4 to 2 1/2 cups powdered sugar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Garnish (optional) chocolate-covered espresso coffee beans chopped &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melt 4 chocolate baking squares and 1/2 cup butter in a heavy saucepan over low heat, stirring occasionally. Remove from heat and transfer to a large bowl. Add sugars; stir well. Stir in eggs, 2 tsp, espresso powder, and 2 tsp coffee liqueur. Add flour and salt, stirring until blended. Stir in pecans. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Spread batter into a lightly greased alumunim foil-lined 13 x 9 pan. Bake at 325 degrees for 20-25 minutes or until brownies appear set on top. Cool completely in pan on a wire rack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Melt remaining 2 chocolate baking squares and 2 TBSP butter in heavy saucepan, stirring occasionally. Remove from heat; transfer to a medium bowl. Stir in remaining 2 tsp. espresso powder, whipping cream, vodka and remaining 2 TBSP coffee liqueur. Add enough powdered sugar to make a good spreading consistency, beating at medium speed with an electric mixer until smooth. Spread frosting over cooled brownies; garnish, if desired. Let stand until frosting is set. Use foil to lift uncut brownies out of the pan. Cut into bars to serve. Yield: 3 dozen small or 1 dozen large.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-813943680410195559?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/813943680410195559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=813943680410195559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/813943680410195559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/813943680410195559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2011/02/game-day-dessert-recipes.html' title='Game Day Dessert Recipe&apos;s'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-2849783180284942827</id><published>2011-02-03T14:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T15:22:48.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Day Dip Recipe's</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;White Pizza Dip&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TUsLr__X8kI/AAAAAAAABEM/_YZqIhwK8oU/s1600/white%2Bpizza%2Bdip.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569558214713274946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TUsLr__X8kI/AAAAAAAABEM/_YZqIhwK8oU/s320/white%2Bpizza%2Bdip.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Envelope of Lipton Savory Herb with Garlic Soup Mix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16 ounces of sour cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8 ounces of ricotta cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 cup shredded mozzarella cheese (4oz) divided&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1/4 cup (1oz) chopped Pepperoni (optional)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1 Loaf Italian or French Bread, Sliced&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Preheat oven to 350°F. In shallow 1-quart casserole, combine soup mix, sour cream, ricotta cheese, 3/4 cup mozzarella cheese and pepperoni.&lt;br /&gt;2. Sprinkle with remaining 1/4 cup mozzarella cheese.&lt;br /&gt;3. Bake uncovered, 30 minutes or until heated through. Serve with bread. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Beefy Taco Dip &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1 pound ground beef&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1 jar salsa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;1 pound Mexican Velveeta cheese -- cubed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tortilla Chips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Brown beef, crumble into small pieces, and drain. Combine beef, chili, and cheese in slow cooker. Cover. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cook on low 1 to 1½ hours, or until cheese is melted, stirring occasionally to blend ingredients. Serve warm with tortilla chips.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-2849783180284942827?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/2849783180284942827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=2849783180284942827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/2849783180284942827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/2849783180284942827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2011/02/game-day-dip-recipes.html' title='Game Day Dip Recipe&apos;s'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TUsLr__X8kI/AAAAAAAABEM/_YZqIhwK8oU/s72-c/white%2Bpizza%2Bdip.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-3124989161612331542</id><published>2011-01-17T16:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T18:47:36.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Love Waits</title><content type='html'>We spent the better part of the week between Christmas and New Years at our friends house in Havelock, NC. While we were there we attended an Oyster Roast/ECU Bowl Game Party. At this party we met a young girl who is a freshman in College.  She told Joe and I all about how she wears a purity ring and how much she values her own purity.  I am not going to lie...Joe and I were both surprised at how willing this young lady, who never met us before, was so willing to have this type of conversation with us.  She was at the party with her parents and Joe had spent the better part of the day speaking with her dad.  She and her mom came to the party later on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we stood their listening to her - we were also asking the parents, what was your trick?  What did you do to help her understand how to value herself in this way?  Then it hit me...her dad had to be showing her a real life example on how she should be treated.  I made sure to tell him that too.  I truly am a firm believer in the fact that a dad can really set the tone for the type of treatment his daughter will expect from someone she dates and then her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This young lady told us how it isn't always easy but she tries to spend her time with friends who have a similar outlook on things like this.  She doesn't exclude people from her life...but she does spend more time with people "like her." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point I thought Joe was going to hug the life out of this poor girl - he was so overwhelmingly impressed with her.  And trust me, if you really know Joe, you know he just doesn't randomly hug young girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked her to let me see her ring.  The inscription on it was "Real Love Waits" - I looked at her and said -  "It really will.  I know I have just met you but I just want to say one thing to you.  I know it will not always be easy for you but remember that this is one of the most valuable gifts you can give to someone...and once you give it, you can't get it back.  Continue to look for someone who sees and values purity in the same way that you do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting this young lady was possibly the highlight of our week - it was all about her willingness to share her reasoning behind her choices with 2 adults that she just met.  To me it said a lot about her character as well as her parents.  They were a great family who we feel blessed to have met. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pray that years from now Danielle will be having a conversations like this with people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-3124989161612331542?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/3124989161612331542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=3124989161612331542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/3124989161612331542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/3124989161612331542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2011/01/real-love-waits.html' title='Real Love Waits'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-8770346809134341428</id><published>2011-01-15T06:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T06:08:00.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship Fact for Parents</title><content type='html'>During the Sun Stand Still series at our church (Elevation) one of the things that Pastor Steven said that had the biggest impact on me was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is ______ might be in a relationship that you don't want her/him to be in, but the reality is that God can pull her/him right back to where she should be...just ask Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several teenage nieces and nephews and children of our close friends who have entered the dating world.  Sometimes it is going great...sometimes not so much.  I sit back and watch the parents and it is clearly one of the hardest things to watch your child deal with, without being overbearing and therefore pushing your child away.  The sentence above suggests that as parents we pray for and over our children when we know they are in a relationship that is bad for them rather than have a power struggle in our home.  This of course is as long as they are truly not in harms way.  You see, God has an amazing ability to help us and to open our children's eyes in ways we can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I met Joe I was in a relationship that was not one my parents cared for me to be in.  I knew it...yet they never harped on it.  My dad would wait for the perfect opportunites to point things out to me and then sit back and wait to see if my eyes would open on their own.  (I am sure there was praying involved)  This time frame and the way my parents handled it will forever be etched in my mind...oh and did I mention this relationship went on for years???  The end result was harsh...he was diagnosed with cancer when I was a freshman in college, I went with him daily to his radiation treatments at Sloan Kettering in NYC after my classes.  Yes, my grades started to slip...but my parents never waivered in their support of me.  In the end he decided to break up with me when his treatment was complete...(he went into remission and is still doing fine he has a wife and kids) right as I failed 2 classes and lost my scholarship.  Here is where I hope to mirror my parents...they never, ever, ever said a word to me about losing the scholarship - and my family did need it, I was the first of 4 kids they would be helping go to college.  They put my "broken heart" first, even though they were never big fans of the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few months he decided to try to call me again...at this point I was stronger, and all of the points my dad made to me along the way during that relationship had finally sunk it.  So "on my own" (or at least I thought so) I had decided this was not the relationship I needed to be in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it a case of growing up...or answered prayers???  I don't know, but what I am sure of is God knew I had learned from this relationship and that my dad set an amazing example of what a man should be like and treat me like and he sent my blessing right too me.  I transferred to a less expensive college and met Joe right before I started there...and he was already attending that college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not always be easy for you to sit back and watch your children date someone you don't think is the best choice...but take your case to a higher power instead of having a constant power struggle in your life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-8770346809134341428?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/8770346809134341428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=8770346809134341428&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/8770346809134341428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/8770346809134341428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2011/01/relationship-fact-for-parents.html' title='Relationship Fact for Parents'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-320974722163711903</id><published>2011-01-13T02:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T02:17:00.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My favorite notes...</title><content type='html'>I have been looking through my sermon notes so I thought I would share a few of my favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up Catholic so we did not "take notes" - the following quote is the first note I ever wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The way you perceive someone is the way you receive them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Now a few more you may enjoy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You really can't be anything you want to be, but you can be great at exactly what God wants you to be."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Sacrifice - giving up something great for something better that God has for you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"God never calls you to give up something that he will not replace with and upgrade."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Jesus doesn't judge you on the size of your gift, but rather the size of your sacrifice."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"There is no area in your life that is outside of Gods expertise."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Your greatest weakness is Gods greatest opportunity to show his strength and power."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The most powerful sin in your life is the one you haven't confessed yet."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You can't experience victory if you don't face the enemy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Step into someone elses crisis and share Gods word."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Security comes from the inside out, not externally."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"To live in peace with someone is not to live in partnership with them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I would love for you to share one of your favorites with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-320974722163711903?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/320974722163711903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=320974722163711903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/320974722163711903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/320974722163711903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2011/01/my-favorite-notes.html' title='My favorite notes...'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-4208989064928340559</id><published>2011-01-11T07:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T07:37:00.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtful Gifts</title><content type='html'>I absolutely love giving gifts.  I try very hard to pick something meaningful and specific for the receipient. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year I received 2 gifts that were so "ME" and so thoughtful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to cook, bake and entertain.  My goddaughter, Arianna, gave me a gift that was tailored to mine and her love of baking.  She gave me a christmas photo holder that already had a picture of her holding cookies she had made and she was in her chef hat and apron.  Along with that she gave me some fresh home made cookies, a cook book that is specifically geared towards cookie exchanges and a towel that matched the photo holder.  It meant the world to me...simple, yet extremely thoughtful, and the thoughtfulness made me feel very special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took part in a secret santa gift exchange this season.  My friend, Nicole, covered all of my favorite things!  In my gift bag I found:&lt;br /&gt;2 Picture Frames (I love photography)&lt;br /&gt;A stainless steel spoon rest/stand (I love to cook)&lt;br /&gt;3 Chocolate Bars (self explainatory)&lt;br /&gt;12 ice shot glasses (We love to entertain)&lt;br /&gt;A Starbucks Gift Card (so that something in the bag would be just for me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again - all simple items but collectively an amazingly thoughtful gift!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked them both more than once and I truly hope they both know how special these gifts made me feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moral of my story is...it is not the money spent on a gift that matters...it is the thought you put behind it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-4208989064928340559?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/4208989064928340559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=4208989064928340559&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/4208989064928340559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/4208989064928340559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2011/01/thoughtful-gifts.html' title='Thoughtful Gifts'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-6344436908019821301</id><published>2011-01-09T19:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T19:37:29.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment in time</title><content type='html'>I am continually amazed at how a song can take us back to a very specific moment in time, good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have experienced this often and actually had a moment just like this when I was taking Danielle to the orthodontist the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how it happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The topic on the radio was "What is your favorite non-lyric in a song that is made/sung by the singer or another member of the band?" Lots of great answers were being phoned in and I was really enjoying it. Then it happened...someone called in and said "The Lion Sleeps Tonight" you know it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We-de-de-de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-de-de-de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-we-um-um-a-way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We-de-de-de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De-de-de-de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We-um-um-a-way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was it for me...I immediately looked at Danielle and started crying. You see back in September 2010 our family and another family went to Disney World. We spent one day at The Animal Kingdom...one of our favorite shows there is "Festival of The Lion King." During the show when they sing this particular song they pick children from all throughout the audience and form a parade where they all sing and dance along. This time as the parade was forming one of the characters from the show approached a family sitting at the bottom of our section and asked if he could take their special needs son along with him in the parade. The boy was in a wheel chair and clearly needs lots of help...which is what prompted the cast member to ask his parents if it would be alright. All of this happened in about 5 seconds and the boy and cast member were on their way and in the parade. The boy was smiling from ear to ear, the cast member had a smile just as big as he pushed the wheel chair and...Me, Joe and our friend Lisa were all shedding tears - what a moment for all of us to see. YES, I realize moments like this happen, especially at Disney...but our moment was extended as we ended up being right next to this family as we exited the theater. The parents were so excited for their son and we could see how choked up they were over everything that just took place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many very special Disney moments...and many songs that take me back to a special or not so special place in time...but rest assured any time I hear The Lion Sleeps Tonight I will think of this boy and his family, the cast member whos face is forever etched in my mind and my husbands reaction and how moved he was by something so simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle was so moved by our moment in the car as I explained to her why I teared up that she is the one who just suggested I blog about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-6344436908019821301?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/6344436908019821301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=6344436908019821301&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6344436908019821301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6344436908019821301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2011/01/moment-in-time.html' title='A moment in time'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-1662466899527686289</id><published>2010-12-20T22:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T22:07:59.584-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scrooge</title><content type='html'>We took the kids to see Scrooge at the Children's Theater on Friday night.  The show was wonderful...great acting and the man who played Scrooge was outstanding!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part I loved the most was when we left and I asked the kids if they like the play - and they said they did.  Little Joe took it one step further and said "Mom, I learned that life is not about how much money you have...it is about how you treat people!!!"  I was so glad to hear him say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our kids are very blessed, as are Joe and I, and I am very proud that both of them absolutely realize that.  For Danielle reality is hitting very close to home - she has friends who are very dear to her who's families are experiencing very hard times.  She has empathy for them and a solid appreciation for the things that she has/does (like dance) that are out of reach for these other kids right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I would love to spare them of these realities...I also think being exposed to the economy today and how it has affected people has really helped them learn very important life lessons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-1662466899527686289?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/1662466899527686289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=1662466899527686289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/1662466899527686289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/1662466899527686289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/12/scrooge.html' title='Scrooge'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-2368784886874501163</id><published>2010-12-10T21:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T22:31:22.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Christmas Decorations</title><content type='html'>Our house is fully decorated for Christmas now...I love this time of year, especially when all the decorating is done and we can sit back and soak it all in. My mom was always great at decorating for the holiday's and we all have so many fond memories or Christmas at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would share some of my favorite decorations with you as well as why I love them so much....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TQLqxMqRoXI/AAAAAAAABD0/J-J194vR2zc/s1600/Christmas%2BDecorations%2B005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549255821806903666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TQLqxMqRoXI/AAAAAAAABD0/J-J194vR2zc/s320/Christmas%2BDecorations%2B005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our Captain Hook Nutcracker...we are Disney people, we have one room that is full of Disney Christmas decorations...Steve &amp;amp; Regina (Joe's brother and wife) bought this for us years ago...they are Disney people as well, we have shared many trips to Disney together.  The thought and symbolism behind the gift is what makes it so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TQLqw8EtSVI/AAAAAAAABDs/HiYFYmYMVMQ/s1600/Christmas%2BDecorations%2B007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549255817354365266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TQLqw8EtSVI/AAAAAAAABDs/HiYFYmYMVMQ/s320/Christmas%2BDecorations%2B007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Disney Christmas Globe...my brother bought this for me and Joe the first Christmas we were married.  16 Christmases later every time I take it out I remember our first Christmas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TQLqwuEz1TI/AAAAAAAABDk/PkRJ8zkSpnA/s1600/Christmas%2BDecorations%2B004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549255813596697906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TQLqwuEz1TI/AAAAAAAABDk/PkRJ8zkSpnA/s320/Christmas%2BDecorations%2B004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Disney ladder - all of the characters move and ring bells.  My brother bought this for us for our 2nd Christmas once he realized we would have a Disney themed Christmas area in our house.  He loves that we still use it - and all of the kids in our lives love it as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TQLp8Q1N7kI/AAAAAAAABDc/A7AIJxta384/s1600/Christmas%2BDecorations%2B006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549254912393473602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TQLp8Q1N7kI/AAAAAAAABDc/A7AIJxta384/s320/Christmas%2BDecorations%2B006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These candy dishes were made by my grandmother.  They were in her house for as long as I can remember...now I put them on my dining room table every year and each time I see them they make me smile because I think of her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TQLp6wbOFjI/AAAAAAAABDU/qz0YsQw3k3o/s1600/Christmas%2BDecorations%2B008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549254886514628146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TQLp6wbOFjI/AAAAAAAABDU/qz0YsQw3k3o/s320/Christmas%2BDecorations%2B008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Norman Rockwell plate hung in our house every year since I was a kid - for me it is a symbol of my childhood and all of the amazing Christmas Eve's we had in our house.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TQLp6hVzS9I/AAAAAAAABDM/SHwlxr0mcCU/s1600/Christmas%2BDecorations%2B003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549254882465369042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TQLp6hVzS9I/AAAAAAAABDM/SHwlxr0mcCU/s320/Christmas%2BDecorations%2B003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This stocking was made by my Aunt Angie (my great Aunt actually - my grandmother's younger sister) she was an amazing lady with so much love in her heart.  I feel honored that I have this to hang in my house every year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TQLp6MTTu6I/AAAAAAAABDE/_XtVJ__QajU/s1600/Christmas%2BDecorations%2B002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549254876817767330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TQLp6MTTu6I/AAAAAAAABDE/_XtVJ__QajU/s320/Christmas%2BDecorations%2B002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This little stocking was something my father bought as a joke one year.  It is a great reflection of his joking personality!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TQLp6HNbp3I/AAAAAAAABC8/C3e3us7R--o/s1600/Christmas%2BDecorations%2B001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549254875450943346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TQLp6HNbp3I/AAAAAAAABC8/C3e3us7R--o/s320/Christmas%2BDecorations%2B001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Santa is over 20 years old...my dad gave it to my mother all of those years ago.  Each year when she looks at it her face lights up as she says how old it is.  Even more so when someone who has never seen it comes over...she loves to tell them how long she has had it and that my dad bought it for us.  For me it symbolizes the love they shared...and how something so simple and small can be so meaningful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-2368784886874501163?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/2368784886874501163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=2368784886874501163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/2368784886874501163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/2368784886874501163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-favorite-christmas-decorations.html' title='My Favorite Christmas Decorations'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TQLqxMqRoXI/AAAAAAAABD0/J-J194vR2zc/s72-c/Christmas%2BDecorations%2B005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-19438422998710125</id><published>2010-12-03T09:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T09:02:46.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December 3, 1975</title><content type='html'>35 years ago a beautiful person named Kim Rebello-Williams was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim and I met before my Danielle and her Cherokee were even born - it was just Cheyenne. Now between us there are 6 kids!!! We both worked a second job at Hops in Matthews and that is where we met. My biggest blessing from that job was meeting Kim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have told Kim many times how I continually strive to be like her. Kim is absolutely the biggest example of a Godly wife, mother, daughter and friend that you will ever, ever find. There are so many examples I could give - I wouldn't even know where to begin. Let me just speak in some general ways. Kim always puts her family first, always. And while doing that she never complains or says "when do I get me time." I have seen people treat Kim or her children or husband poorly and she never is bitter or vengeful. She just chooses to pray for those people. I have seen Kim be completely down and out yet give her last to someone else with true joy in her heart and without worry about what will happen, because that is the kind of faith she has. She praises God for all she has and pays it forward 2 or 3 times over in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest compliment I can give Kim is that I know with 100% certainty if I called her right now and said "I need you and I need you now" she would do whatever it takes to be there. And again with joy and no complaints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim - I am truly blessed to call you my friend, I continue to admire you and work towards being like you in all of these areas. May God continue to bless you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TPj4Qz30L1I/AAAAAAAABC0/v-kOE2MiZg4/s1600/Me%2B%2526%2BKim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546455908792676178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TPj4Qz30L1I/AAAAAAAABC0/v-kOE2MiZg4/s320/Me%2B%2526%2BKim.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Your true beauty is your heart...although this is a great picture of you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-19438422998710125?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/19438422998710125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=19438422998710125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/19438422998710125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/19438422998710125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-3-1975.html' title='December 3, 1975'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TPj4Qz30L1I/AAAAAAAABC0/v-kOE2MiZg4/s72-c/Me%2B%2526%2BKim.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-1919764664388100236</id><published>2010-12-01T21:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:30:47.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things you may not know about me</title><content type='html'>I pride myself on trying to always have a good outlook on life.  Most of the time I succeed - some days, like today, I have a hard time.  Even when I am having a hard time I tell myself "this is the devil trying to have his way with you...Don't let him win" - so to an outsider it may seem like all is always well.  Those very close to me have been there for me and seen me through bad days, they are so very supportive and I am very blessed to have these people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some things you may not know about me - or things I struggle with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feelings do get hurt...mostly because I really try to not intentionally hurt others feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry about/for other people...because I love them and I want the best for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am capable of helping someone in any way I will...but I do wonder who would/could help me if I needed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can't do it all...but I will always knock myself out trying and put "me" at the bottom of the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never do anything for anyone with the expectation of "getting back"...but it is nice when people express appreciation - instead of expectation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sensitive...even if I seem direct or strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope by writing these things down tonight that tomorrow will be a better day...I never like feeling like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-1919764664388100236?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/1919764664388100236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=1919764664388100236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/1919764664388100236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/1919764664388100236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/12/things-you-may-not-know-about-me.html' title='Things you may not know about me'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-2630524580356596924</id><published>2010-11-08T07:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T09:07:07.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Weather Fans</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TNfzDtBW2wI/AAAAAAAABCs/6Noj3RQcr3E/s1600/Panther%27s+Stadium.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537161511825758978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TNfzDtBW2wI/AAAAAAAABCs/6Noj3RQcr3E/s320/Panther%27s+Stadium.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the kids to their first NFL Game yesterday...we were lucky enough to receive 4 GREAT tickets from one of Joe's vendors.  We suited up in our Panther's gear, tailgated, walked around the whole stadium...basically trying to give them the whole experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shot you see above is from early in the 3rd quarter...all the blue you see represents empty seats.  Do you see how many people either didn't show up or left early?  Fair weather fans is what I call them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I originally took the picture I was trying to post it to Facebook with a comment about how being from NY this is not what I am used to...Jets or Giants could be 0-15 and the seats would still be full...and you would have paid good money for the 0-15 team.  For some reason it never uploaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning it hit me why...there is more to it.  What God placed on my heart this morning was...how many of us are fair weathered in other area's of our lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our marriages/relationships are we only happy and "in love" when things are going exactly as we think they should?  Are we willing to put in the time and effort necessary to make it work - make it through till the end? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we fair weathered friends...do we not want to be bothered with our friends when they are going through a rough time (whether we think it is rough or not is irrelevant.)  Are we too busy in our own marriage, relationship, etc...to see when a friend needs us?  Do we focus only on ourselves and the issues we have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As parents...are we giving 100% to our children and their upbringing even when they are making choices we don't agree with?  Does it appear we favor one child over another because they are "making better choices" than their siblings?  Is it easier for us to relate to one child over another because we have a common interest?  Do we let our kids know that no matter their grades, their behavior, their choices that we don't agree with...we still love them unconditionally and will help them with all we have?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about our own parents...do we show them the love and respect they deserve?  Do we let them know how much we appreciate the sacrifices they have made and will continue to make on ours and our children's behalves?  Do we make sure we have time in our lives for them? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage all of us to look within ourselves and see if we are being fair weathered...if the answer it is yes...well you know what to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-2630524580356596924?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/2630524580356596924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=2630524580356596924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/2630524580356596924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/2630524580356596924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/11/fair-weather-fans.html' title='Fair Weather Fans'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TNfzDtBW2wI/AAAAAAAABCs/6Noj3RQcr3E/s72-c/Panther%27s+Stadium.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-4576166514437788186</id><published>2010-10-27T10:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T10:55:05.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace of Mind</title><content type='html'>My dear friend Johanette has been sick for the better part of 2010, today she is at the Mayo Clinic in Jacksonville, FL having what we hope to be life changing surgery and a possible end to all of the medical issues she has been battling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Johanette and I have been friends since we had our first job together when we were 16 years old. She is a part of my family...literally...my parents would yell at her in a minute if necessary when we were young. Frankly, my mom still does!!! My dad would send her back upstairs in my house if we were going out and he didn't like what she was wearing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been through a lot together including the death of my father. (Dan Corbett)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I received a text from her husband Danny:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Blood work appt this morning b4 surgery at noon...big waiting room full of people and guess what patient name gets called in just b4 Joh???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Corbett :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I text him back immediately and said I know Joh is in good hands!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this gave Johanette a feeling of peace the way it did for me. I have told 3 people this story so far...like me they all shed a tear because they know he is with her in the operating room today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TMg85v4aOlI/AAAAAAAABCc/qMjiSK-ZyHQ/s1600/Joh+%26+Re+Pub.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532739105027930706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TMg85v4aOlI/AAAAAAAABCc/qMjiSK-ZyHQ/s320/Joh+%26+Re+Pub.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TMg85VbXjkI/AAAAAAAABCU/IYaUbqeUJ1Q/s1600/Joh+%26+Re+Boat.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532739097926798914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TMg85VbXjkI/AAAAAAAABCU/IYaUbqeUJ1Q/s320/Joh+%26+Re+Boat.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Joh's speedy recovery and us starting to make fun memories like these again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-4576166514437788186?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/4576166514437788186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=4576166514437788186&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/4576166514437788186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/4576166514437788186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/10/peace-of-mind.html' title='Peace of Mind'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TMg85v4aOlI/AAAAAAAABCc/qMjiSK-ZyHQ/s72-c/Joh+%26+Re+Pub.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-7081356827144002603</id><published>2010-10-21T13:56:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T14:43:14.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>11 Years...Really?  Where has the time gone???</title><content type='html'>11 years ago today our beautiful Danielle was born!!! It seems so clear in my mind...like it was just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember bringing her home, sitting on the couch with her and tearing up because I was so overwhelmed by the miracle of becoming a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember her first Halloween where she was a pea in a pod and I was so excited every time the door bell rang and I would get to show her off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember her very first dance recital when she was 2 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how excited she was to become a big sister when Joseph was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember her first day of preschool and then kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it now that she is in her final year of elementary school!!! So many memories already...time moves quickly...I sometimes wish I could have it stand still for just a short while, especially when I am watching her on stage smiling, dancing and having so much fun!!! I want her life to stay this simple, carefree and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-teen and teen years are coming...challenges will pop up for sure...most I think we will be ready for or at least have support from friends and family that have kids older than ours...the ones I am not ready for are the hurtful words she is bound to hear from peers or worse yet friends. So far she is surrounding herself with very nice, grounded, faith oriented kids - but I think we all know things can change quickly. I pray they stay the same for a long time though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-21-1999.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; from last year to see "her first 10 years" - and now here are a few from this past year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TMCHTJuK_pI/AAAAAAAABB0/8SOpxavvZYo/s1600/D+face+at+nationals.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530569105507810962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TMCHTJuK_pI/AAAAAAAABB0/8SOpxavvZYo/s320/D+face+at+nationals.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TMCHS7YF8sI/AAAAAAAABBs/y3Ij3uWZMfQ/s1600/D+close+up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530569101657109186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TMCHS7YF8sI/AAAAAAAABBs/y3Ij3uWZMfQ/s320/D+close+up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TMCHSXPhOPI/AAAAAAAABBk/_gCQBjroukQ/s1600/D+drums.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530569091957471474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TMCHSXPhOPI/AAAAAAAABBk/_gCQBjroukQ/s320/D+drums.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/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TMCHR74wCVI/AAAAAAAABBc/vCg6MENpBqg/s1600/D+taking+pic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530569084614216018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TMCHR74wCVI/AAAAAAAABBc/vCg6MENpBqg/s320/D+taking+pic.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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TMCHRq-fDvI/AAAAAAAABBU/cqPF35RINco/s1600/d+Caribbean+Beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530569080074866418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TMCHRq-fDvI/AAAAAAAABBU/cqPF35RINco/s320/d+Caribbean+Beach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TMCHe_jNlEI/AAAAAAAABB8/A4YODag3ygg/s1600/d+first+day+of+school.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530569308935918658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TMCHe_jNlEI/AAAAAAAABB8/A4YODag3ygg/s320/d+first+day+of+school.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;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;div&gt;&lt;/div&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-7081356827144002603?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/7081356827144002603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=7081356827144002603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/7081356827144002603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/7081356827144002603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/10/11-yearsreally-where-has-time-gone.html' title='11 Years...Really?  Where has the time gone???'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TMCHTJuK_pI/AAAAAAAABB0/8SOpxavvZYo/s72-c/D+face+at+nationals.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-3380662129554881386</id><published>2010-09-23T07:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T07:59:10.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What made you tear up???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;That was the question Danielle asked me in the car on the way home from dance last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, when she got home from school, she said to me "Mom, I had to write about someone I admire, I am just about finished and I will need you to proof read it for me to check my spelling and stuff."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well she wrote about me!!! Of course I was touched...here is what she wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She Cares About Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When ever I get hurt she is there to help me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I have a problem she is there to fix it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I want to go somewhere with my friends she is always there to protect me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She Loves God!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She always takes me to Church with a HUGE smile on her face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every night she goes into bed and prays that every day me and my brother will always be safe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;So I am sure all of you moms reading this know why I teared up...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;She summed it up by saying she hopes she is just like me when she is a mom...the ultimate compliment.  I will save this for when she hits the teen years and she is maybe not admiring my parenting so much.  : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-3380662129554881386?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/3380662129554881386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=3380662129554881386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/3380662129554881386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/3380662129554881386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-made-you-tear-up.html' title='What made you tear up???'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-7583019864621032145</id><published>2010-09-17T02:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T03:37:41.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Brianna</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Bri!!!  We love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TJMaca08i2I/AAAAAAAAA_8/m8r528sZMCM/s1600/4th+of+July+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517783043999042402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TJMaca08i2I/AAAAAAAAA_8/m8r528sZMCM/s320/4th+of+July+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-7583019864621032145?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/7583019864621032145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=7583019864621032145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/7583019864621032145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/7583019864621032145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-brianna.html' title='Happy Birthday Brianna'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TJMaca08i2I/AAAAAAAAA_8/m8r528sZMCM/s72-c/4th+of+July+013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-7131557215700272067</id><published>2010-09-03T07:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T07:54:22.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mackenzie</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Mackenzie!!!  Re-Re loves you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TIDhuYE8BaI/AAAAAAAAA_0/FOJUH4FERX0/s1600/Me+and+Kenny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512654130754880930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TIDhuYE8BaI/AAAAAAAAA_0/FOJUH4FERX0/s320/Me+and+Kenny.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-7131557215700272067?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/7131557215700272067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=7131557215700272067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/7131557215700272067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/7131557215700272067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-birthday-mackenzie.html' title='Happy Birthday Mackenzie'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TIDhuYE8BaI/AAAAAAAAA_0/FOJUH4FERX0/s72-c/Me+and+Kenny.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-7929577692198053858</id><published>2010-08-27T00:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T00:28:00.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>16 Years</title><content type='html'>Today Joe and I will be celebrating our 16th year wedding anniversary!!! We both consider ourselves very blessed in our marriage...especially as we get older and wiser. Life has a way of teaching you valuable lessons, if you just keep your eyes open to them. We are not claiming to be perfect or saying that we always get things right...but in the royal scheme of things we have a GREAT thing going on over here. We have hopes and dreams just like everyone else and we both look forward to seeing what the rest of life brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/THZtTPjXlkI/AAAAAAAAA_E/S02H-MD1rhg/s1600/75270017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509711371494200898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/THZtTPjXlkI/AAAAAAAAA_E/S02H-MD1rhg/s320/75270017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; August 27, 1994&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/THZtT9HeDbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/SZd7yejzzI0/s1600/75270024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509711383725215154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/THZtT9HeDbI/AAAAAAAAA_M/SZd7yejzzI0/s320/75270024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Honeymoon in Hawaii&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/THZtUQu-bwI/AAAAAAAAA_U/6yFTuV9Ygwo/s1600/011_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509711388991188738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/THZtUQu-bwI/AAAAAAAAA_U/6yFTuV9Ygwo/s320/011_11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still love to travel...Sandals, Dunns River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/THZtUrCr-wI/AAAAAAAAA_c/KX0uDQe3ARo/s1600/DSCN1607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509711396053187330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/THZtUrCr-wI/AAAAAAAAA_c/KX0uDQe3ARo/s320/DSCN1607.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Continuing traditions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/THZtVFDNWmI/AAAAAAAAA_k/NvRvN3HAX0k/s1600/DSCN1690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509711403034696290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/THZtVFDNWmI/AAAAAAAAA_k/NvRvN3HAX0k/s320/DSCN1690.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The best part of the 16 years...we have grown into a family of 4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-7929577692198053858?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/7929577692198053858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=7929577692198053858&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/7929577692198053858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/7929577692198053858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/08/16-years.html' title='16 Years'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/THZtTPjXlkI/AAAAAAAAA_E/S02H-MD1rhg/s72-c/75270017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-539817159986749140</id><published>2010-08-05T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T06:29:19.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inheritance</title><content type='html'>In my 41 years I have seen more people than I care to remember lose their minds after the loss of a loved one. I say lose their minds...I mean in the sense of what they believe they are entitled to and what is "rightfully theirs." The truth is none of it was theirs in the first place - it belonged to their loved one who had the right to do whatever they wanted to do with it. Most of the time people are fighting over money, property, jewelry and high dollar value items. For what??? They are all material and not going to bring the person back...and if you had the kind of relationship you should have had with them you have all you need in your cherished memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to say that thus far my family has not had a falling out over something like this. We have unfortunately experienced big losses - but we never fought over things afterwards. I hope it stays that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best example I can think of is when my grandmother (Nanny Connie) passed away, we didn't argue, we each had things that we wanted that were hers and we pretty much just let each other take what they wanted. My sister Colleen is the only grandchild with "C" as the first letter of her name so anything that my grandmother had with "C" (gold chain with a script initial) went to Colleen. She also had a beautiful white gold very short chain with a heart in the middle - Colleen put it on right after she passed away and still wears it often. My brother wanted old family photo albums from when our grandfather was in WWII so he got those. My sister Pattie got her engagement and wedding ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother-in-law always wanted a Pasta Serving Bowl and Sauce Pitcher/Server that my grandmother had made in ceramics class years and years ago...she has it and uses it each time she serves pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Daryl had one of my grandmothers Tupperware and to this day she will not give it back to me. She said she likes it at her house and when I come over and help put stuff away after dinner we always have something to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Tina learned a lot about being Catholic and "The Blessed Mother" from Nanny Connie...so when Nanny passed we gave Tina her Blessed Mother statue and it sits proudly in the front room of her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the sweater she wore everyday...I alternate hanging it in my kids closet because I feel like she is watching over them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her are some pictures of things that were hers that are now mine...truly the best inheritance we all have is the WONDERFUL memories of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFDeGM2A7BI/AAAAAAAAA-8/FaQbTThzQ1s/s1600/blog+Nanny+001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499139343127735314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFDeGM2A7BI/AAAAAAAAA-8/FaQbTThzQ1s/s320/blog+Nanny+001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This round pan has been used more times than any of us can remember. Each time I take it out I see my grandmother's hand holding it and putting it in the oven.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFDd10YAfSI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Dtu1G5RG-Rk/s1600/blog+Nanny+002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499139061681519906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFDd10YAfSI/AAAAAAAAA-0/Dtu1G5RG-Rk/s320/blog+Nanny+002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFDdk0Ho89I/AAAAAAAAA-s/rQDO_qPoEjU/s1600/blog+Nanny+003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499138769555092434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFDdk0Ho89I/AAAAAAAAA-s/rQDO_qPoEjU/s320/blog+Nanny+003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This roasting pan was not only my grandmothers, it was her mothers!!! Yes the sides are "seasoned" but the pan itself represents holidays and family dinners that we all enjoyed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My grandmother had 6 grandchildren and for as long as I can remember she had this 6 photo thing on display on the dresser in her bedroom. When she passed I took it and put it on my dresser in our bedroom. Still the same photos that she chose all those years ago. My son loves this thing...I will pass it onto him. He loves to tell me how cute I was or how much Aunt Colleen and Aunt Pattie looked alike or how it looks like Aunt Pattie is trying to peak at Christmas presents. A very small and simple item...but it fills many hearts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFDdTJQWH0I/AAAAAAAAA-k/Iq6n8mQvJok/s1600/blog+Nanny+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499138465991106370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFDdTJQWH0I/AAAAAAAAA-k/Iq6n8mQvJok/s320/blog+Nanny+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am on the left and my sister Pattie on the right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFDc_kfEYlI/AAAAAAAAA-c/oA0xmRZ-R6c/s1600/blog+Nanny+005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499138129703232082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFDc_kfEYlI/AAAAAAAAA-c/oA0xmRZ-R6c/s320/blog+Nanny+005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sister Colleen is on the left and my brother Danny on the right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFDcrfQ53QI/AAAAAAAAA-U/i4DyQGCBcFo/s1600/blog+Nanny+006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499137784704261378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFDcrfQ53QI/AAAAAAAAA-U/i4DyQGCBcFo/s320/blog+Nanny+006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousin Jamie is on the left and his sister, my cousin Nicole on the right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFDcYuV4lFI/AAAAAAAAA-M/jQDbs9quFkk/s1600/blog+Nanny+007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499137462334166098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFDcYuV4lFI/AAAAAAAAA-M/jQDbs9quFkk/s320/blog+Nanny+007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Top of my dresser...honoring my grandmother.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish people would stop for a minute and think about what is really important when they lose a loved one...even if I didn't have any of the things I mention above...I would still have the greatest inheritance and one that no one could take from me or say wasn't mine...All of the wonderful memories that I hold so dear and close to my heart. THAT is worth more than anything people will fight over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-539817159986749140?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/539817159986749140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=539817159986749140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/539817159986749140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/539817159986749140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/07/inheritance.html' title='Inheritance'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFDeGM2A7BI/AAAAAAAAA-8/FaQbTThzQ1s/s72-c/blog+Nanny+001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-8186281923010232659</id><published>2010-07-29T07:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T07:06:00.328-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Memories</title><content type='html'>Vacationing with Joe and the kids is very important to me...I want to build lasting memories for Danielle and Joseph and I want them to look back years from now and reflect on the quality time we spent with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid our family always went to the same place for vacation. We didn't necessarily vacation every year but we always, always went to the same place when we could vacation. Lake George, NY...Mohawk Cabins...Cabin #7. Most of the time our grandparents (moms parents) went with us. As we got older we would bring friends and I am so, so happy that Joe came with our family on one trip so he could experience what I had been experiencing my entire life. When I say entire life...we probably started going when I was about 7 years old and when Joe came with us we were about 20. In my mind I clearly see the inside of the cabin...I see my mom unpacking and making the cabin feel like home for the week. I see my dad sitting on the couch watching TV or watching us play on the floor in front of him. I see the entire property and where the 4 of us would play. I see the back way out where we would walk down to the grocery store. I see the front exit where we could walk down to the arcade, old time photo shop and a variety of gift shops and other resort town type stores. I see my dad sitting on a bench outside drinking his morning coffee and people watching. I see my 2 sisters dressed alike. I see my mom cooking us dinner in the cabin after a fun day. I see my dad putting the van in neutral to coast down Prosperity Mountain to save gas!!! (of course he was a jokester) Without looking at any pictures I see so, so many things that I will remember and cherish forever...I wonder if when my parents started taking us there they even thought about the lasting effects those trips would have. I love them for giving me/us the simple things...time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFBzkLdYRSI/AAAAAAAAA98/4u-lYx8Qqps/s1600/Story+Town+USA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 294px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499022210407875874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFBzkLdYRSI/AAAAAAAAA98/4u-lYx8Qqps/s320/Story+Town+USA.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The amusement park we would go to while up there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFBzkl3XJDI/AAAAAAAAA-E/tQ0-r6ki-FY/s1600/Story+Land+Shoe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499022217496175666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFBzkl3XJDI/AAAAAAAAA-E/tQ0-r6ki-FY/s320/Story+Land+Shoe.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The little old lady's shoe...we took a picture every year in front of this shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFBzj9922BI/AAAAAAAAA90/F2eOF6rPMWc/s1600/Gaslight+Village.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 231px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499022206786000914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFBzj9922BI/AAAAAAAAA90/F2eOF6rPMWc/s320/Gaslight+Village.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another amusement park we would visit...so pretty at night all lit up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFBx82QIkiI/AAAAAAAAA9c/CRO2dSrrknA/s1600/Post+Office+at+North+Pole.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 295px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499020435188650530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFBx82QIkiI/AAAAAAAAA9c/CRO2dSrrknA/s320/Post+Office+at+North+Pole.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We would go visit the North Pole too - and mail post cards from the post office that was right there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFBx9WWEspI/AAAAAAAAA9s/sJaIPpwRiRw/s1600/Marios.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499020443803497106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFBx9WWEspI/AAAAAAAAA9s/sJaIPpwRiRw/s320/Marios.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mario's restaurant...we ate here one night, each time we were on vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFBx9DTEDTI/AAAAAAAAA9k/z6bL8b8uZWg/s1600/Marios2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 170px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499020438690598194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFBx9DTEDTI/AAAAAAAAA9k/z6bL8b8uZWg/s320/Marios2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still open for business!!!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-8186281923010232659?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/8186281923010232659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=8186281923010232659&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/8186281923010232659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/8186281923010232659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/07/vacation-memories.html' title='Vacation Memories'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TFBzkLdYRSI/AAAAAAAAA98/4u-lYx8Qqps/s72-c/Story+Town+USA.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-5177728111133245822</id><published>2010-07-27T07:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T07:00:08.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>There was a wonderful and extremely well done series on Forgiveness at Elevation Church. As soon as I heard about the series I arranged our schedule to be sure we would not miss church even though we were leaving for vacation on the first Sunday. We were able to attend the Saturday evening service and we were home before the next Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to pride myself on the fact that I am not a grudge holder...I just don't see the point. I also don't feel like I am intentionally spiteful. I hope I am setting a good example for my kids. I want them to know that everyone is different and we should accept people they way they are - however I also hope that their kindness is never mistaken for weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I say I like to pride myself on being a non grudge holder and not spiteful...a few years back I fell into the trap. I abruptly stopped speaking to someone who I had been friends with for over 20 years...no need for me to get into the details of "why" but just know it was the first time in my 38 years of life that I had done something like that. In the beginning I struggled daily with this...then time passed and I was attending Elevation and learning so much and growing in many ways...God put it on my heart that I needed to reach out to this friend - whether I felt I was right or wrong did not matter, He was telling me that she needed me. So I took the sort of easier route and sent an e-mail to her. We went back and forth via e-mail for a few weeks and then just before the holidays in 2008 the two of us met, no husbands, no kids, just us...the way it began when we were 16. Turns out she did need me, and I needed her for different reasons. We agreed to never let something like this happen again and that we should know that we can tell each other right away if something is bothering us. Today we are just like we had been for all the years leading up to our "falling out." Right now she is going through what is possibly the hardest time in her life. I can't imagine what I would feel like if I just heard through the grape vine about all that she is going through, or if I could not be there for her, her husband and their kids if they need me. The moral of this story is don't wait, don't let stupid, non important things come between you and someone you love AND most importantly whether you are right or wrong...don't let it influence your decision to reach out, someone has to make the first move. I am very glad that I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-5177728111133245822?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/5177728111133245822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=5177728111133245822&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5177728111133245822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5177728111133245822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/07/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-6703311205400904424</id><published>2010-07-25T09:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T09:00:01.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>July 11th - July 16th we were in Myrtle Beach for Danielle and Amber's Dance Nationals. It was also a family vacation for us, &lt;a href="http://www.colleencorbett.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colleen's Family&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;and our friends Tom &amp;amp; Lisa - we also had all of our moms come. We had three 2 bedroom condos that were right across from each other so the kids could walk between them at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had lots of fun with the dancing and some great quality family time. Our family has been on vacation with all of my siblings and Joe's siblings over the years...but this was our first vacation with Alex (he is 4 1/2) and for us and Colleen's family it has been almost 9 years since we had been away together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had meals together, spent time at the pool together and a full, fun packed day at the beach. It was sort of depressing when in ended, but as long as the girls continue dancing we will be doing this once a year!!! So therefore, something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEudo4R1j6I/AAAAAAAAA9M/sh9qRCMWHVY/s1600/Nationals+2010+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497661095763349410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEudo4R1j6I/AAAAAAAAA9M/sh9qRCMWHVY/s320/Nationals+2010+041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Nana's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEudoguoToI/AAAAAAAAA9E/sGMprsuXw2s/s1600/Nationals+2010+262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497661089441664642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEudoguoToI/AAAAAAAAA9E/sGMprsuXw2s/s320/Nationals+2010+262.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chloe and Danielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEudoDrzlII/AAAAAAAAA88/2qZJbBzjlEw/s1600/Nationals+2010+259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497661081645192322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEudoDrzlII/AAAAAAAAA88/2qZJbBzjlEw/s320/Nationals+2010+259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joseph &amp;amp; Alexa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEucdN3H7qI/AAAAAAAAA80/VVQb3QaP5vs/s1600/Nationals+2010+255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497659795886829218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEucdN3H7qI/AAAAAAAAA80/VVQb3QaP5vs/s320/Nationals+2010+255.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEucckypGRI/AAAAAAAAA8s/0eEh7nQ2syI/s1600/Nationals+2010+244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497659784862177554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEucckypGRI/AAAAAAAAA8s/0eEh7nQ2syI/s320/Nationals+2010+244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Re-Re and Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEuccIhOYTI/AAAAAAAAA8k/_fKS9twMbd4/s1600/Nationals+2010+242.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497659777272930610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEuccIhOYTI/AAAAAAAAA8k/_fKS9twMbd4/s320/Nationals+2010+242.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joe, Robert and Taylor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEucb9BsgxI/AAAAAAAAA8c/YRefj8KvVW4/s1600/Nationals+2010+237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497659774187897618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEucb9BsgxI/AAAAAAAAA8c/YRefj8KvVW4/s320/Nationals+2010+237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One BIG Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEucbQZxVxI/AAAAAAAAA8U/3CrR0nhmVEw/s1600/Nationals+2010+233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497659762209281810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEucbQZxVxI/AAAAAAAAA8U/3CrR0nhmVEw/s320/Nationals+2010+233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chloe, Alexa and Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEubBC7f-jI/AAAAAAAAA8M/-FXOVQQZhpo/s1600/Nationals+2010+227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497658212404427314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEubBC7f-jI/AAAAAAAAA8M/-FXOVQQZhpo/s320/Nationals+2010+227.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alex and Uncle Joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEubAhO47EI/AAAAAAAAA8E/RKM2_tO25uw/s1600/Nationals+2010+220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497658203358948418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEubAhO47EI/AAAAAAAAA8E/RKM2_tO25uw/s320/Nationals+2010+220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doing so good swimming on his own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEubAOLTXcI/AAAAAAAAA78/G-ZzHGQGLc4/s1600/Nationals+2010+216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497658198243630530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEubAOLTXcI/AAAAAAAAA78/G-ZzHGQGLc4/s320/Nationals+2010+216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amber and Uncle Joe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEua_x9xWKI/AAAAAAAAA70/mZ_Px8fkK74/s1600/Nationals+2010+207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497658190670682274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEua_x9xWKI/AAAAAAAAA70/mZ_Px8fkK74/s320/Nationals+2010+207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danielle and Amber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEua_gvsXrI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Oc3Jd0UkA2g/s1600/Nationals+2010+205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497658186048233138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEua_gvsXrI/AAAAAAAAA7s/Oc3Jd0UkA2g/s320/Nationals+2010+205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Robert &amp;amp; Colly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEufTWUZu-I/AAAAAAAAA9U/lMrseAfi-Ys/s1600/Nationals+2010+280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497662924893305826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEufTWUZu-I/AAAAAAAAA9U/lMrseAfi-Ys/s320/Nationals+2010+280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and Nanny Pat&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;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;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-6703311205400904424?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/6703311205400904424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=6703311205400904424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6703311205400904424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6703311205400904424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/07/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEudo4R1j6I/AAAAAAAAA9M/sh9qRCMWHVY/s72-c/Nationals+2010+041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-4058309941827330523</id><published>2010-07-23T21:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T21:53:35.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing First Year!!!</title><content type='html'>Well we just finished up our first year at The Dance Company!!! And what an amazing year it was. I am so proud and so blessed to be part of the TDC Family - this is one loving family. We may be small in size, but we are big in heart!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parents are all supportive of each other and of all of the kids, theirs and everyone elses. We all look out for each other's children and know we can count on someone watching out for our kids. They are genuinely happy for the success of all the groups, trios, duos and the kids who have solos, whether their child is in the dance or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are the same way...supportive and there for each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The studio director, Miss Charyl, is doing exactly what God intended for her to do. She loves her students and treats them all equally and fairly. Her parents, Gram &amp;amp; Paw-Paw, now have an additional 60+ grand kids - and they love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for a dance studio that is run with love &amp;amp; care and where all dancers are treated equally and will be loved THE DANCE COMPANY is for you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from The Dance Nationals we just attended in Myrtle Beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpA45AijQI/AAAAAAAAA58/Z254T118_RM/s1600/Nationals+2010+017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497277641279048962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpA45AijQI/AAAAAAAAA58/Z254T118_RM/s320/Nationals+2010+017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Group photo at the Nationals Pep Rally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpD1qIr3LI/AAAAAAAAA7U/eMFBMiHV83w/s1600/Nationals+2010+163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497280884281957554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpD1qIr3LI/AAAAAAAAA7U/eMFBMiHV83w/s320/Nationals+2010+163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big Spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpD1P4h3zI/AAAAAAAAA7M/J-ORKq9BAus/s1600/Nationals+2010+148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497280877234872114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpD1P4h3zI/AAAAAAAAA7M/J-ORKq9BAus/s320/Nationals+2010+148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Final words of encouragement from Miss Charyl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpA5XDQLJI/AAAAAAAAA6E/-mbs2khxTNg/s1600/Nationals+2010+168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497277649343491218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpA5XDQLJI/AAAAAAAAA6E/-mbs2khxTNg/s320/Nationals+2010+168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danielle, Sunny, Alexa and Naijha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpA6SbUVwI/AAAAAAAAA6U/Jt8pjlKphh0/s1600/Nationals+2010+182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497277665282119426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpA6SbUVwI/AAAAAAAAA6U/Jt8pjlKphh0/s320/Nationals+2010+182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danielle &amp;amp; Miss Charyl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpD13iMr3I/AAAAAAAAA7c/VPAbaCvAc_Q/s1600/Nationals+2010+176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497280887878627186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpD13iMr3I/AAAAAAAAA7c/VPAbaCvAc_Q/s320/Nationals+2010+176.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Very proud mom of Danielle and very proud Aunt of Amber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpA5tokS-I/AAAAAAAAA6M/sox25favfEc/s1600/Nationals+2010+179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497277655405579234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpA5tokS-I/AAAAAAAAA6M/sox25favfEc/s320/Nationals+2010+179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danielle and Gram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpCaGQB4fI/AAAAAAAAA6s/sVLpiZ6fxcw/s1600/Nationals+2010+194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497279311280988658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpCaGQB4fI/AAAAAAAAA6s/sVLpiZ6fxcw/s320/Nationals+2010+194.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Supportive dad in his "home made" air brush tee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpCZ_kGc_I/AAAAAAAAA6k/LqvwCCk1XOI/s1600/Nationals+2010+191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497279309486126066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpCZ_kGc_I/AAAAAAAAA6k/LqvwCCk1XOI/s320/Nationals+2010+191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jordynn &amp;amp; Sunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpA68vZunI/AAAAAAAAA6c/BubZxtVGG34/s1600/Nationals+2010+185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497277676640647794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpA68vZunI/AAAAAAAAA6c/BubZxtVGG34/s320/Nationals+2010+185.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Naijha and Danielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpCbQ4RUCI/AAAAAAAAA7E/5sOAx8cMx_s/s1600/Nationals+2010+200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497279331313995810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpCbQ4RUCI/AAAAAAAAA7E/5sOAx8cMx_s/s320/Nationals+2010+200.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Supportive Moms and Nana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpCawvbMtI/AAAAAAAAA68/CgfDkJKMYQg/s1600/Nationals+2010+197.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497279322686960338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpCawvbMtI/AAAAAAAAA68/CgfDkJKMYQg/s320/Nationals+2010+197.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The awesome Moms of the TDC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpCaumoSRI/AAAAAAAAA60/Yz-4ypAaGTE/s1600/Nationals+2010+199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497279322113198354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpCaumoSRI/AAAAAAAAA60/Yz-4ypAaGTE/s320/Nationals+2010+199.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danielle, Mackenzie and Amber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpD2asptTI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Koe60OqLo1M/s1600/181_00012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497280897317713202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpD2asptTI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Koe60OqLo1M/s320/181_00012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Danielle Rockin her Solo&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;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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-4058309941827330523?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/4058309941827330523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=4058309941827330523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/4058309941827330523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/4058309941827330523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/07/amazing-first-year.html' title='Amazing First Year!!!'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TEpA45AijQI/AAAAAAAAA58/Z254T118_RM/s72-c/Nationals+2010+017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-2643531117636071798</id><published>2010-07-05T06:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T06:49:00.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare Devil</title><content type='html'>If you follow my sister's blog, you know that her son Alex is a bit of a dare devil...I mean at 4 years old he can already drive a go-cart...and he drives it well. He is not afraid of anything and if the grown-ups around him will let him try something...he is in. And if they tell him "no" he will fully present his case. (I think I see a future lawyer in him)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came with Bella last Saturday and again - Joe and I are very cautious, especially with other people's children so we had him in his life jacket and in the shallow end of the pool. Once I was in the pool for a while playing with the kids I decided to let him swim without the jacket - you thought he won the lottery!!! Then I really became fun Re-Re and let him jump in with the big kids and try to surf the raft while jumping...we had a GREAT time!!! He is such a fun little boy to be around. I even took video with my phone...some day I will learn how to get it on more than my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TC8YwT2oG3I/AAAAAAAAA5U/Zz0WxlaFjJo/s1600/June+2010+062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489633689030105970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TC8YwT2oG3I/AAAAAAAAA5U/Zz0WxlaFjJo/s320/June+2010+062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jumping from the side and knee boarding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TC8YwKUqlRI/AAAAAAAAA5M/pofufpB5CjA/s1600/June+2010+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489633686471742738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TC8YwKUqlRI/AAAAAAAAA5M/pofufpB5CjA/s320/June+2010+057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes he is going to fall backwards onto the float - "because Joseph did it..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TC8YvremGrI/AAAAAAAAA5E/M1x5EsWNLfU/s1600/June+2010+008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489633678191893170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TC8YvremGrI/AAAAAAAAA5E/M1x5EsWNLfU/s320/June+2010+008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; His personal "Cars" surf board float&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2511753560841035276-2643531117636071798?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/2643531117636071798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=2643531117636071798&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/2643531117636071798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/2643531117636071798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/07/dare-devil.html' title='Dare Devil'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TC8YwT2oG3I/AAAAAAAAA5U/Zz0WxlaFjJo/s72-c/June+2010+062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-5053719751103457263</id><published>2010-07-04T07:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T07:06:00.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><content type='html'>While I have always appreciated the men and women who serve in the Military...over the past few years I have what I would call first hand knowledge of what these amazing people and their families really sacrifice for the rest of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends, Tom &amp;amp; Lisa, live in Havelock, NC.  This is located between New Bern and Moorehead City right near Cherry Point Military Base.  Tom and Lisa do not serve in the Military but Lisa works for the Marine Federal Credit Union and because of that and based on the area they live in most of their friends and neighbors are either active or retired military. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family has been blessed to meet many of these families on our trips to the East Coast.  Here is what a lot of us forget:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Military families are in one place for only about 3 years before they get "re-stationed" - Can you imagine starting over every three years - especially if you have school age children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Military parents miss things that most parents take for granted.  We know parents that have missed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birth of their child&lt;br /&gt;Their child's first steps&lt;br /&gt;Graduations&lt;br /&gt;Birthday's&lt;br /&gt;Christmas&lt;br /&gt;Weddings&lt;br /&gt;Funerals&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side of that is the spouse who is here in the States taking care of the family, house, etc...  all while worrying about the safety of their husband/wife.  So you see it is not just an individuals sacrifice...it is the entire family making the sacrifice for our freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is without talking about how they put themselves in harms way when they are called up to active duty and the things they see while overseas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope our kids are processing this as we continue to meet these amazing people.  Joe and I have made it a habit to thank them when we see them at Tom and Lisa's - because without them and the sacrifices they and their family are willing to make we may not enjoy all the freedoms we take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you too all the families serving or supporting our military...may God keep you safe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-5053719751103457263?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/5053719751103457263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=5053719751103457263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5053719751103457263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5053719751103457263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/07/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-735106988534917448</id><published>2010-07-03T06:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T06:54:20.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Her own little pool</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we were watching &lt;a href="http://www.colleencorbett.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colleen's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; kids and also Joe's Brother's dogs and house - that has a beautiful yard with a built in pool. Obviously after 18 days of almost 100 degrees it was really our pleasure to help with the dogs and house!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When Bella came we realized that we did not have a "swim diaper" or the plastic cover we could have put over her regular diaper. So since Joe and I are always on the more cautious side we decided to give Bella her own little pool so that if there was an accident we would not have to tell Aunt Regina that the pool had to be drained!!!&lt;/p&gt;Here is her personal pool:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TC8UqV3neiI/AAAAAAAAA48/VezwFmpo7BA/s1600/June+2010+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489629188445403682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TC8UqV3neiI/AAAAAAAAA48/VezwFmpo7BA/s320/June+2010+047.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The lovely Danielle and Alexa are serving as her personal assistants and life guards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TC8Up_R-vMI/AAAAAAAAA40/jUF4oL3bsrk/s1600/June+2010+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489629182381964482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TC8Up_R-vMI/AAAAAAAAA40/jUF4oL3bsrk/s320/June+2010+044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TC8UpSEu3MI/AAAAAAAAA4s/ySJE6VhgrPQ/s1600/June+2010+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489629170246802626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TC8UpSEu3MI/AAAAAAAAA4s/ySJE6VhgrPQ/s320/June+2010+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn't her swim suit beautiful!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She had a great time and is really a very easy baby to take care of - we loved having her.&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;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/2511753560841035276-735106988534917448?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/735106988534917448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=735106988534917448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/735106988534917448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/735106988534917448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/07/her-own-little-pool.html' title='Her own little pool'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TC8UqV3neiI/AAAAAAAAA48/VezwFmpo7BA/s72-c/June+2010+047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-2189439403474720270</id><published>2010-06-22T07:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T07:14:00.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Handy Man</title><content type='html'>So I mentioned in my prior post that both the kids asked for "new rooms" for their birthday's instead of a party. Now the furniture is not new but the theme is. They told us what they would like theme wise and I look for comforters and Joe uses his creative mind to decide how to paint etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TCATIQiLDeI/AAAAAAAAA4k/57HLilVT5tQ/s1600/Miscellaneous+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485405378735443426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TCATIQiLDeI/AAAAAAAAA4k/57HLilVT5tQ/s320/Miscellaneous+042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A quote that Joe and I both hope Danielle will remember - especially with her dancing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TCATIHrIZGI/AAAAAAAAA4c/whhZY0lsbDQ/s1600/Miscellaneous+043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485405376357098594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TCATIHrIZGI/AAAAAAAAA4c/whhZY0lsbDQ/s320/Miscellaneous+043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Looking in her room from the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TCATHrGKHSI/AAAAAAAAA4U/7CSSWrUzpuU/s1600/Miscellaneous+045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485405368685829410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TCATHrGKHSI/AAAAAAAAA4U/7CSSWrUzpuU/s320/Miscellaneous+045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stripe is paint - Joe put it around the entire room and then accented the closet doors with the brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TCATHHZFRhI/AAAAAAAAA4M/RnQDBC5Z-lc/s1600/Miscellaneous+044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485405359101527570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TCATHHZFRhI/AAAAAAAAA4M/RnQDBC5Z-lc/s320/Miscellaneous+044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View from her corner where the night table is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TCATG1d547I/AAAAAAAAA4E/ZXksOlj9mzI/s1600/Miscellaneous+041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485405354289914802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TCATG1d547I/AAAAAAAAA4E/ZXksOlj9mzI/s320/Miscellaneous+041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The official "big girl" room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joseph's room was a little easier to have a free reign in - he is 8 and a boy - Danielle had plenty to say about her decor - Joseph was open to all suggestions and his creative mind pairs nicely with Joe's.  He went with a "skateboard" theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TCARiQKH8_I/AAAAAAAAA38/89O8-9LnzhI/s1600/Miscellaneous+026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485403626287920114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TCARiQKH8_I/AAAAAAAAA38/89O8-9LnzhI/s320/Miscellaneous+026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tony Hawk Bedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TCARiLnHyfI/AAAAAAAAA30/AO_d7xs6hEg/s1600/Miscellaneous+020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485403625067366898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TCARiLnHyfI/AAAAAAAAA30/AO_d7xs6hEg/s320/Miscellaneous+020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Huck Jam Series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TCARhrSRK9I/AAAAAAAAA3s/yziYUOrwWxQ/s1600/Miscellaneous+022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485403616389966802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TCARhrSRK9I/AAAAAAAAA3s/yziYUOrwWxQ/s320/Miscellaneous+022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a sticker that came in 3 parts that Joe put above his dresser - after he painted the entire room the red color you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TCAQTiDmODI/AAAAAAAAA3k/pLwwS__pkh4/s1600/Miscellaneous+023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485402273882716210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TCAQTiDmODI/AAAAAAAAA3k/pLwwS__pkh4/s320/Miscellaneous+023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dry erase skateboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TCAQTTokf3I/AAAAAAAAA3c/fwfdNrrqEvo/s1600/Miscellaneous+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485402270011260786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TCAQTTokf3I/AAAAAAAAA3c/fwfdNrrqEvo/s320/Miscellaneous+030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Really focus on this...if you are not into skateboarding this is the ELEMENT symbol (huge skate brand) - This IS NOT a sticker.  Joe took a big piece of poster board and free hand drew the symbol and then cut it out so he could spray paint the wall.  Not sure how they got the whole spray paint thing past me but....IT CAME OUT GREAT!!!&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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TCAQTDSKUtI/AAAAAAAAA3U/DcOLBMzVi1Y/s1600/Miscellaneous+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485402265622303442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TCAQTDSKUtI/AAAAAAAAA3U/DcOLBMzVi1Y/s320/Miscellaneous+021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then he decided that graffiti would be appropriate - just like in a skate park.  So here we have Tony Hawk, Mike &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vallely&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Margera&lt;/span&gt; - how cool to be a kid with free hand graffiti in your room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best part - the kids LOVE their rooms and loved showing them to everyone that came over.  Danielle's was done back in October and she paraded everyone up there when they came to the house.  Joseph's just got done and he is still bringing anyone that comes over up there!!!&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TCAQR2wyzyI/AAAAAAAAA3E/n1n_3Y7X-3w/s1600/Miscellaneous+040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485402245081255714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TCAQR2wyzyI/AAAAAAAAA3E/n1n_3Y7X-3w/s320/Miscellaneous+040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our nephew Isaiah just gave this to Joseph - Joe spray painted over the frame to make it look like the graffiti and we will hang it this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you enjoyed the tour of their rooms.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-2189439403474720270?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/2189439403474720270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=2189439403474720270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/2189439403474720270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/2189439403474720270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-handy-man.html' title='My Handy Man'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TCATIQiLDeI/AAAAAAAAA4k/57HLilVT5tQ/s72-c/Miscellaneous+042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-2820103429505040790</id><published>2010-06-20T20:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T21:26:18.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The kind of father....</title><content type='html'>Joe lost his dad when he was just 5 years old...his mom focused on raising her children and didn't date until Joe was 16 (he was the baby) and when Joe was 18 his mom met Nat, who would become his step-dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up without a dad in the house has a different effect on different people.  Joe was a very good kid who never really gave his mom a hard time.  He had positive male role models in his life - but I think we would all agree that young boys without a dad in their life could really go down the wrong path.  His life experience also molded him into the dad that he is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe is the kind of father:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That took over mopping all the floors in our house when I first became pregnant with Danielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That got up at night for feedings and changed diapers - even while there were others around to do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That asks me for updated pictures of the kids for his desk at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was so proud each time one of the kids hit a big milestone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That worked for years to secure a job in the Verizon Offices so he could get out of the stores and work hours more suitable for our family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That never uses the expression "baby-sitting" if he is taking care of the kids (Major pet peeve of mine when men or even their wives say that and Joe actually feels the same way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That has coached both our daughter and sons sports teams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That took an adult Tae Kwon Do class while Joseph was taking class so they would have a common interest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That before he took the Tae Kwon Do class sat 2-3 times a week watching Joseph take class as he worked for 2 years to become a black belt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That helped paint Danielle's dance studio before it opened this year - and continues to help at the studio in any way he can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That works unbelievably hard on his kids rooms when they decide on a theme/decor (they both hit him up for that this year instead of a birthday party)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is very giving of his time - if they are waiting by the door when he gets home from work to play in the yard...he is usually ready to play right away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is truly making the most of every moment he has with his kids because it is the opportunity he wishes he had with his dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it up...Joe is the kind of father that any kid would be blessed to have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-2820103429505040790?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/2820103429505040790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=2820103429505040790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/2820103429505040790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/2820103429505040790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/06/kind-of-father.html' title='The kind of father....'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-3277664321888055587</id><published>2010-06-19T01:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T01:20:00.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They have danced their way into my heart</title><content type='html'>This year Danielle's Dance Teacher opened her own studio...The Dance Company. Her entire group she has been dancing with for years came to the new studio as well as many other very special girls. This group of dancers amaze with with their great hearts, concern for each other and their dedication. They love being together and not one of them thinks they are better than any of the other dancers. And on top of that they are all great students and involved in things outside of dance. I challenge you to find a group of better ballanced, loving girls. And their families are outstanding as well. Here are a few of the girls I am now blessed to know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBe6FBRfBcI/AAAAAAAAA28/0sRFxZS6oeg/s1600/Dress+Rehearsal+2010+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483055666750752194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBe6FBRfBcI/AAAAAAAAA28/0sRFxZS6oeg/s320/Dress+Rehearsal+2010+039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kelsea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBe4RzABfOI/AAAAAAAAA20/N69OQkCuzfc/s1600/Dress+Rehearsal+2010+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483053687234460898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBe4RzABfOI/AAAAAAAAA20/N69OQkCuzfc/s320/Dress+Rehearsal+2010+033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Naijha - Marina Gasolina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBe4RaNB1lI/AAAAAAAAA2s/mWyrkNgMQrk/s1600/Dress+Rehearsal+2010+074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483053680578123346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBe4RaNB1lI/AAAAAAAAA2s/mWyrkNgMQrk/s320/Dress+Rehearsal+2010+074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Single Ladies - Jordynn, Kenya, Kennedy, Sunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBe4Q78QIeI/AAAAAAAAA2k/W7NG3SUBjxY/s1600/Dress+Rehearsal+2010+083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483053672454693346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBe4Q78QIeI/AAAAAAAAA2k/W7NG3SUBjxY/s320/Dress+Rehearsal+2010+083.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loren - I have never seen her without a smile on her beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBe4QsfrL3I/AAAAAAAAA2c/MaBGq2RxPZg/s1600/Dress+Rehearsal+2010+122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483053668308299634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBe4QsfrL3I/AAAAAAAAA2c/MaBGq2RxPZg/s320/Dress+Rehearsal+2010+122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of the students hugging Gram...Miss Charyl's mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBe4QCNtXUI/AAAAAAAAA2U/3eEHW4G4boE/s1600/Dress+Rehearsal+2010+128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483053656958655810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBe4QCNtXUI/AAAAAAAAA2U/3eEHW4G4boE/s320/Dress+Rehearsal+2010+128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moms of these lovely young ladies with me and Colleen&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/2511753560841035276-3277664321888055587?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/3277664321888055587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=3277664321888055587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/3277664321888055587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/3277664321888055587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/06/they-have-danced-their-way-into-my.html' title='They have danced their way into my heart'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBe6FBRfBcI/AAAAAAAAA28/0sRFxZS6oeg/s72-c/Dress+Rehearsal+2010+039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-8617720620930224569</id><published>2010-06-17T00:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T00:55:00.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Recital - Part 2</title><content type='html'>Last week was something else!!! We had dance practice, recital run through, dance pictures, dress rehearsal and recital!!! I knew going into the week it was going to be very, very hectic. I did not want to become frazzled or end up ruining Danielle having a positive experience. When you have been at this as long as we have (9 years) you come to learn that things run late, changes need to be made to acccomodate the "group" and you need to be very flexible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad to say not all kids went into the week with their parents having this mind frame. It really made me upset for the kids - but very grateful that I have a good understanding of what to expect. If you have your kids in organized activities do so with your heart and your patience...don't spend your money to only ruin what should be such a positive experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying I am perfect at this...but I am very aware and try to do my best - as really it is out of mine and Danielle's control - AND - her teacher/studio owner has got to be the most organized and best at comunication that we have ever had so there really are not that many bumps in the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at these happy faces...how could you not just sit back and enjoy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBeyS_itDiI/AAAAAAAAA2M/jCSnMn_x7cE/s1600/Dance+018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483047110711250466" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBeyS_itDiI/AAAAAAAAA2M/jCSnMn_x7cE/s320/Dance+018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danielle, Kelsea, Moriah and Naijha on picture day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBeySp-IhWI/AAAAAAAAA2E/nqNkPyGAyf8/s1600/Dance+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483047104920716642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBeySp-IhWI/AAAAAAAAA2E/nqNkPyGAyf8/s320/Dance+013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Solo Tap Costume&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBeySHhmMAI/AAAAAAAAA18/yfQ3Qli-cPk/s1600/Dance+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483047095674220546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBeySHhmMAI/AAAAAAAAA18/yfQ3Qli-cPk/s320/Dance+029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hip Hop Girl - Flight of the Bumblebee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBeyRzIg4GI/AAAAAAAAA10/AyCQp65A7-0/s1600/Dance+076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483047090200305762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBeyRzIg4GI/AAAAAAAAA10/AyCQp65A7-0/s320/Dance+076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amber - Jazzin it up to Rockstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBeyRa9btNI/AAAAAAAAA1s/8flSoNKEDhE/s1600/Dance+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483047083711378642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBeyRa9btNI/AAAAAAAAA1s/8flSoNKEDhE/s320/Dance+092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danielle and Amber - Cousins sharing great experiences&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-8617720620930224569?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/8617720620930224569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=8617720620930224569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/8617720620930224569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/8617720620930224569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/06/dance-recital-part-2.html' title='Dance Recital - Part 2'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBeyS_itDiI/AAAAAAAAA2M/jCSnMn_x7cE/s72-c/Dance+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-6933497923698882177</id><published>2010-06-15T12:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T12:51:47.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance Recital</title><content type='html'>For a few months now I have been taking the moms class at The Dance Company.  (Danielle's dance school)  At first I was there for fun and laughs with other moms, whos daughters spend lots of time with Danielle.  After my niece Bella was born I was able to convince my sister Colleen that she should join us...it would be great fun.  A dance class happened to be on her bucket list so she did join.  We had great fun and it was a great learning experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always admired my daughter for being able to put herself out there on stage like that - and this year she tapped her first solo.  Imagine that - solo, all by her 10 year old self, working the full stage, while tapping constantly.  I had a new found respect for her after my very first class - I struggled just doing a dance step across the floor in the studio.  A few times I thought about quitting - feeling like I would just never get it.  My friend Jane told me "Marie, we need to set good examples for our girls, we can't quit."  So I stuck with it and I am so glad I did!!!  I may never dance at Danielle's level, (she gets her talent from her dad) but I am more comfortable and Colleen and I are already considering joining the moms class next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever have the opportunity to do something with your kids like this, I strongly encourage you to take it - Danielle and I and Colleen and Amber had many great times on Thursday nights as they watched us try and learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the next dance class!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-6933497923698882177?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/6933497923698882177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=6933497923698882177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6933497923698882177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6933497923698882177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/06/dance-recital.html' title='Dance Recital'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-6355198608486074817</id><published>2010-06-13T09:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T09:10:24.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBTX2xhDdkI/AAAAAAAAA1k/efWSjqf-quo/s1600/Dance+048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482243982421620290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBTX2xhDdkI/AAAAAAAAA1k/efWSjqf-quo/s320/Dance+048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBTX2dykbzI/AAAAAAAAA1c/_enqKLZl4JQ/s1600/Dance+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482243977126375218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBTX2dykbzI/AAAAAAAAA1c/_enqKLZl4JQ/s320/Dance+028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these pictures in his hand:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex (4 years old) "Noah, this is my girlfriend"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah (5 years old) "You gotta be kidding me!!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alex "Nope, she's my girlfriend."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is the beautiful Miss Suniya - she dances at Danielle's dance studio and Alex has been in love since the first time he saw her!!!&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/2511753560841035276-6355198608486074817?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/6355198608486074817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=6355198608486074817&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6355198608486074817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6355198608486074817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/06/overheard.html' title='Overheard'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TBTX2xhDdkI/AAAAAAAAA1k/efWSjqf-quo/s72-c/Dance+048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-2253286621625707075</id><published>2010-06-01T18:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T14:09:03.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Family Weekend</title><content type='html'>Our family had quite a fun Memorial Day Weekend!!! It all started Friday Night when Danielle decided we should have "Family Night" and not do the lawn, laundry or anything but spend time together. So since she asked...we said "Great Idea." The kids had gift cards to Dave &amp;amp; Busters that they had gotten as gifts at Christmas time...yes we have been a little busy...we expected a large crowd since it was race weekend but much to our delight - we had the place pretty much to ourselves...maybe because we were out earlier in the evening??? We played lots of games and even squeezed in a little shopping - a very fun night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday we were guests of Motorola and Verizon at the Nationwide Series Race. Danielle and Joseph had never been to a race before and this was certainly a great experience for them!!! Motorola SURE knows how to treat their guests!!! They served both breakfast and lunch in the suite as well as other types of goodies all day. They gave everyone beach bags with HUGE Motorola/Verizon towels in them...and most importantly they made the kids feel so, so special. The Verizon Driver, Justin Allgaier, came to the suite for a Q&amp;amp;A and he signed lots of autographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another really cool thing was that we got there in enough time to watch the practice rides for the Coca-Cola 600 that would taking place the next day. Most of the drivers were there for that as well and the kids loved taking pictures of the cars as they came around the track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took the kids outside so they could hear the engine's...it was very loud and they were ready to head back in pretty quickly - not sure the realized everyone doesn't have the luxury of air condition, food, drinks and a roof in the event of rain when they come to a race. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday our friends called for a impromptu get together at their house and we had such a wonderful time. The kids love going there and it was such a nice, relaxing day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday the rain came so it was movie day for us. We pretty much hung around the house all day and chilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For our family, having a weekend like this is rare...we are very busy most of the time. It was the perfect long weekend with lots of time spent on what is truly most important...the 4 of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TAWMD16oeEI/AAAAAAAAA00/WHu6JhVj7GM/s1600/DSC_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477938519406573634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TAWMD16oeEI/AAAAAAAAA00/WHu6JhVj7GM/s320/DSC_0273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Having Breakfast at the Race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TAWMEO6oR6I/AAAAAAAAA08/DEDQMX-7gts/s1600/DSC_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477938526117447586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TAWMEO6oR6I/AAAAAAAAA08/DEDQMX-7gts/s320/DSC_0279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TAWMEas2OvI/AAAAAAAAA1E/5D3neyb4nwI/s1600/DSC_0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477938529280867058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TAWMEas2OvI/AAAAAAAAA1E/5D3neyb4nwI/s320/DSC_0283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; View from our seats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TAWME44fC0I/AAAAAAAAA1M/5Sl8zcaq3V4/s1600/DSC_0288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477938537382742850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TAWME44fC0I/AAAAAAAAA1M/5Sl8zcaq3V4/s320/DSC_0288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Justin answering questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TAWMFL9rzCI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Omt0SjW6frY/s1600/DSC_0326.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477938542504823842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TAWMFL9rzCI/AAAAAAAAA1U/Omt0SjW6frY/s320/DSC_0326.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad's favorite driver...but my kids are not swayed...they love the 24 Car!!!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-2253286621625707075?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/2253286621625707075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=2253286621625707075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/2253286621625707075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/2253286621625707075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/06/awesome-family-weekend.html' title='Awesome Family Weekend'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/TAWMD16oeEI/AAAAAAAAA00/WHu6JhVj7GM/s72-c/DSC_0273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-5873644323051915476</id><published>2010-05-24T20:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T20:55:58.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brianna's Cinderella Story</title><content type='html'>This past Friday night my niece Brianna was the lead in her school play. The play was the first ever at Highland Creek Elementary. They are working on having a small drama club so the kids in 4&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 5&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade can be exposed before they get to Middle School. The play was Cinderella and everyone in the play had to go through try-outs and the weekly before and after school practices. All of the teachers involved gave a lot of their own free time and talents to work with the kids and the production showed that. Every kid involved in the play did a wonderful job - I was amazed at how well they all performed and how comfortable and confident they all were on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I paid special attention to Brianna...she was WONDERFUL, just wonderful. She even had a solo singing during the play. I did tape the entire performance and can't wait to re-watch her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brianna is my sweetest, quietest and non-attention grabbing niece for sure. To see her up on the stage looking and feeling so at ease brought me to tears. I made sure I told her after the performance how there were many, many adults who could never do what she just did and how proud I was of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the really cute part...In "real life" I am Brianna's Godmother...since the "Fairy Godmother" plays such a big part in Cinderella's story I made sure I told as many people as I could that I was "Cinderella's Godmother!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S_sdoXMwyjI/AAAAAAAAAzk/NUdQqQRegd4/s1600/DSC_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475002351258487346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S_sdoXMwyjI/AAAAAAAAAzk/NUdQqQRegd4/s320/DSC_0258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S_sdoIj9NTI/AAAAAAAAAzc/EpSmeghdzbw/s1600/DSC_0259.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475002347329238322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S_sdoIj9NTI/AAAAAAAAAzc/EpSmeghdzbw/s320/DSC_0259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cinderella and her coach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S_sdo5WiO0I/AAAAAAAAAzs/WvL6k2dfGnc/s1600/DSC_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475002360426281794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S_sdo5WiO0I/AAAAAAAAAzs/WvL6k2dfGnc/s320/DSC_0268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brianna and her proud parents!!!&lt;br /&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/2511753560841035276-5873644323051915476?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/5873644323051915476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=5873644323051915476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5873644323051915476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5873644323051915476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/05/briannas-cinderella-story.html' title='Brianna&apos;s Cinderella Story'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S_sdoXMwyjI/AAAAAAAAAzk/NUdQqQRegd4/s72-c/DSC_0258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-1051633044781469910</id><published>2010-05-22T05:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T05:48:00.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips for Wife's</title><content type='html'>Ok ladies, here are 10 Tips For You - along with my own commentary on each one....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take care of yourself. Turns out that the best thing you can do for your husband is also good for you. Eat healthy foods, maintain good grooming, and exercise regularly. You'll look and feel better, and you'll continue to be the vibrant and attractive woman he fell in love with, no matter your age. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;If you feel better about yourself you will be more comfortable and confident and secure in your relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Say thank you, often. When researchers ask men what they want from their wives, appreciation always makes the list. Everyone likes to be appreciated, so remember to notice the things your husband does—for you, for the kids, for the house—and thank him. You'll put a smile on his face and a little joy in his heart. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I will admit I can be better at this...but I am working on it. Joe does a lot around our house...and I am very thankful for that...just need to be better about saying it to him on a regular basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep the romance alive. When was the last time you planned a romantic interlude with your husband? If you can't remember, you're way overdue. Be affectionate, write love notes, give him a backrub, plan a date, and initiate sexual play. Remind him that you still find him attractive. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I do pride myself on this one...giving Joe compliments comes very naturally to me...he is still HOT!!! And he takes pride in his appearance and I like to let him know that I notice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let him have "guy time." Everyone needs time for themselves—to relax, enjoy a hobby, or socialize with friends. If your husband loves football and you don't, don’t bug him about it. Encourage him to cultivate friendships with other men. He'll enjoy the companionship. Studies show that people with friends tend to live longer, healthier lives. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ladies this is MUCHO important. I learned from a very wise friend of mine years ago (she just hit 28 years married) that men are wired a little different than women and then need to "hang with the boys" occasionally. And PLEASE don't nag them about it when they get home or before they leave. And do not keep score on which of the two of you has more free time or gets out with friends more...in the end it will most likely all even out...and if it doesn't will it really matter???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make your husband a priority. With the everyday stresses of work, home, and kids, it's easy to take your husband for granted. Make time for the two of you to reconnect on a regular basis. Take an interest in his work and hobbies. Let him know he's important to you. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't wait for him to plan a date...Plan one and surprise him...think about how great it will feel that you are getting to do exactly what you want because you planned it and you are not waiting around for him to read your mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to change him. Are you outgoing, but your husband is shy? Do you like a clean house, but he leaves towels on the floor? Behavioral experts say you can't change others, you can only change yourself and how you react—so look for ways other than nagging to handle these situations. Compromise on social activities by making them shorter, or go by yourself. Place a laundry basket in the bathroom. And when he attends a party or puts dirty towels in their proper place, thank him. Positive reinforcement beats nagging every time. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Socially Joe and I are very compatible...clean house...lets just say we are still (16 years later) still trying to find a happy medium...but we have both taken great steps toward the middle of that road.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don’t make him guess—tell him what you want. It's easy to assume that the person who lives with you every day also knows you well enough to know what you want. Not true. Most of us view the world through our own needs and desires, so don't be surprised if your husband thinks that what you want is what he would want. If you want something specific—advice, a hug, or a red sweater for your birthday—let him know. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I used to believe that Joe should know me well enough to know what I would like...and it is not that he doesn't...we just need to accept that men are wired differently and they will have AWESOME moments where they know and do (like when Joe got me a stainless steel grill for Christmas one year, or this year when we weren't exchanging gifts but somehow a Nikon 3000 camera was under the tree) but it is not going to happen every time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cultivate friends and interests outside your marriage. Once you’re married, it's easy to shrink your social network to revolve around your husband. But no one person can meet all your needs, and it’s too much to expect your husband to be your partner, your lover, AND your best girlfriend. Make time for friendships outside your marriage. You'll have more fun and bring new energy to your relationship. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I give myself and "A" in this...although Joe is probably my best friend and the person I most enjoy spending my time with...I know that certain things are better discussed with my sisters or girlfriends. I do not expect him to be my "do all/end all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let free time be free. Just as you need time to relax and unwind, so does your husband. He may not define it the way you do, though; while your idea of relaxing after work may be talking over a glass of wine, he may enjoy being quiet for awhile, reading the newspaper, or watching TV. Find a compromise so both your needs are met. And give him time to recharge by not over-scheduling weekends with home projects and shopping. &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Most men do not have the desire to have extended conversation they way women do. Accept it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Believe in your husband, and let him know it. Men can display a lot of bravado, but like us they sometimes struggle with low self-confidence and feelings of failure. And because men approach the world as competitors, they sometimes end up feeling like losers. When he comes home, your husband needs to know that the person he values most in the world believes in him—especially when he doesn't believe in himself.&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; I would hope Joe would say I do a good job at this. I think he is the best handy man, fix it guy that a wife could have. Our home is beautiful and it is all because of Joe's hard work. Paint, running wires, ceiling fans, even putting in a wood floor...and I love to show off his work. Same at his job...he gives 100+% of himself and I do my best to let him know that I see that and how capable he is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/2511753560841035276-1051633044781469910?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/1051633044781469910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=1051633044781469910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/1051633044781469910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/1051633044781469910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/05/tips-for-wifes.html' title='Tips for Wife&apos;s'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-7454739668803118872</id><published>2010-05-20T06:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T06:40:00.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tips for Husbands</title><content type='html'>My/Our lives have been so, so busy lately that I have been feeling like Joe and I need to remind ourselves to focus on our relationship/marriage. We are coming up on 16 years of being married and have for the most part been very good about nurturing our relationship through the years. Our kids are getting a little older and are getting a lot active!!! It is a rare occasion that we are home in the house after work on a weeknight for the entire evening...this makes for very hectic times. My goal is to not let "Joe &amp;amp; Marie, the couple" get lost in all of the business/hecticness of life. We are reading a daily devotional that is focused on marriage (sometimes I am playing catch up and reading 3 or 4 days worth at once) we have a long weekend planned for later this year and for our anniversary in August I decided I would plan a nice "date" for us and I have already done that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with all of that said and in sticking with a "relationship" theme for this week here are 10 tips I found for husbands:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take an interest in something your wife is really passionate about. This can be especially tough for guys, because we generally feel that if someone else has interests that differ from ours, they're morons. It's not an easy task, and being able to show interest in something that matters to someone you love shows growth—and that's terrifying. Good, but terrifying. Accomplish this and you'll make her feel better about herself, and you get better insight into what makes her tick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Put the kids to bed. Once a week give her the night off and put the kids to bed by yourself. Let her take a hot bath, read a book, or check gossip on the Web and forget about the kids. I'm always amazed how happy this makes my wife. It ranks somewhere between low-end jewelry and a Hawaiian vacation.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Learn to apologize. This is the easiest one, and the hardest one. A marriage is a marathon, and we all fly off the handle too quick or let our temper get the best of us sometimes. When you're wrong, it's best to step up and apologize. It's amazing how fast "I'm sorry" can defuse a stupid argument about something you can't even remember.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank her for putting up with you. Every once in a while, just thank her for putting up with you. That's all you have to say. Don't launch into a list of your faults, or the story about coming home two days late from that Vegas bachelor party. Just thank her, and let her know that you understand that you're not the easiest person in the world to live with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Clean up after yourself. Take care of that late night snack or morning cereal bowl. Setting them in the sink is one thing, but go that extra mile and actually put them in the dishwasher. After all, no one enjoys scraping bacon dip off a bowl that's been sitting too long or smelling the chili from the night before. A beer bottle on the counter the next morning is even worse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make time for just the two of you. Take her on a date once a month. Surprise her by arranging child care, ordering a pizza for the kids, and getting a sitter. She will be so thrilled at your ability to take care of the details that reservations at the best restaurant in town aren't even necessary. The fact that you love her enough to do this would make a Big Mac taste like cracked crab.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Groom yourself. Don't embarrass her when you venture out of the house. Check the ears, nose, neck and yes, feet for hair or other growths that shouldn't be there. She not only wants you to impress her friends by how you act, but also by how you look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Get away from the family. Yep, you're getting a free pass. This takes a left turn from the others, but it's essential. Get away from all your responsibilities and go camping or on a golf outing with the guys. You'll laugh, relax, and recharge your batteries. And all three will make you a much better husband when you return.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deal with your side of the family. Help your wife set expectations with your side of the family when it comes to making plans. Don't make her inform your parents that they won't be seeing their grandkids on Christmas this year—pick up the phone and do it yourself. Dealing with extended family can be a huge stress throughout the year, and you don't want the burden to fall entirely on her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't lose your dating manners. Remember, she's your wife, not one of your buddies. Don't burp during dinner, or squeeze one out during the movie as she's reaching for the popcorn. You wouldn't have done that while you were dating, and you shouldn't do it now. Continue to try and impress her. Do everything you can to keep the fire alive, and fight the urge to let the passion die. Find the new, hot place to eat or take her to see a cool band that's in town. Have fun, laugh, and make sure you tell her how great she looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned ladies...I found tips for us as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-7454739668803118872?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/7454739668803118872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=7454739668803118872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/7454739668803118872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/7454739668803118872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/05/tips-for-husbands.html' title='Tips for Husbands'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-8903895058871238469</id><published>2010-05-18T14:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T14:26:45.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The 80/20 Rule</title><content type='html'>For those of you familiar with Tyler Perry movies - especially the "Why Did I Get Married" series, you have heard about the 80/20 rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rule states that most of us get 80% of what we need from a marriage yet we tend to go after the 20% that someone outside can provide for us because it appears to be more to you when it really isn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be mindful of that when you see the 20% you think you are missing in someone else.  Would you really chance losing the 80% you have???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every marriage has ups and downs, the key is how you and your spouse handle them.  It is much easier to be frustrated and walk away then it is to stay put, stick it out and work through it.  When we are in the moment whether it is the moment we are struggling with our spouse or the moment we are thinking the "20" has so much to offer us, we don't think clearly about the "80" and how hard it would be to live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to keep a short list (maybe 5 things) about your spouse that make them the person you love and want to spend the rest of your life with...and then review the list often and remind yourself why you chose them...especially when you think the "20" is really looking good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will close with a quote from &lt;a href="http://www.stevenfurtick.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pastor Steven&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...who must have seen these movies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Think long &amp;amp; hard before leaving the 80% you love in an attempt to find the missing 20% elsewhere. Stay planted."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-8903895058871238469?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/8903895058871238469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=8903895058871238469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/8903895058871238469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/8903895058871238469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/05/8020-rule.html' title='The 80/20 Rule'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-6002422338669109573</id><published>2010-05-07T13:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T13:29:18.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>This is my Mother's Day post from 2008. I want to repost it as a reminder of how much these ladies mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of Mother’s Day this is a tribute to all of the amazing mom’s I have been blessed to know throughout my life, some of these wonderful women are no longer with us but I could never forget the impact they had on my life. These ladies are the mother’s of the people closest to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Patricia Maiorino &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;– my mother-in-law. You raised a wonderful son who I love and adore. You treat both of your daughter-in-laws like we are your own. You are never demanding, overbearing or unreasonable. You love seeing your family all together and it shows when we sit and watch you watching all the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regina Bivens &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;– not only are you an adopted “grandma” to my children, but you are wonderful to me. Having you here in Charlotte has enriched my life. I feel like I am an extension of your family. You provide amazing support for me when I need it most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marlene Weber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; – You gave me the friend of a lifetime!!! I tell my sister all the time that everyone needs a Suzie. Your home was always open to me and we always had a fun time with you. Not many moms had the Trans Am with t-tops!!! Your strength as you battled cancer was inspirational. You were never down or feeling sorry for yourself, you always saw the bright side of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mayme “Snookie” Johnson &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;– I feel so lucky that you came to live in Charlotte. To get the opportunity to get so close to a woman who raised such an amazing man was truly a privilege for me. My children were blessed to have you at a time in their life that was not so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary Jane Peake &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;– You have raised a strong, independent daughter that has held me up many times when I thought I would fall. Listening to Tina talk about you brings me great joy. I love that your house if filled with family every Sunday, not just on Holidays. It says a lot about the kind of mother you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Josephine Lisanti &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;– Your entire family means the world to me!!! Joe and I always felt at home at all of your functions. For us to be a part of the closeness that your own family and your extended family share was and continues to be a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susan DellaRatta &lt;/strong&gt;– You also have given me a friend of a lifetime!!! You have been a big part of my life for over 25 years now. Even when you are a guest in my home it is like having an extra mom there who is willing to do anything to help me. I love that Danielle, Joseph, Alexa and Chloe are having the same experience of blending the families that Tom and I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Concetta Casertano &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;– My amazing grandmother. You were the glue that kept the family together!!! You taught us about loyalty, commitment and most importantly to be grateful for all we have and don’t waste time thinking about what we don’t. Your faith in the “Dear Lord” gave you remarkable poise and strength. To have had you for 90+ years is one of the biggest blessings God has given me. I will never be able to express all I learned from you, but I sure do try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roseann Corbett &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;– The “bestest” mom ever!!! What can I say that has not already been said over and over and over? You are a pillar of strength for your children and grandchildren and your “adopted” children and grandchildren. You are tireless when it comes to helping everyone and their kids. There is not a selfish bone in your body. You and Daddy taught us all the value of family and how important it is to keep your children close, but to let them spread their wings as well. None of us would be where we are today without all the love and support we get from you. All nine (we are up to 10 as of March 2010) of your grandchildren are very lucky to have such a hands on grandmother – they will benefit from your love and guidance throughout their lives.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;NEW ADDITION for 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suzie Hunt &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;- aka Gram - What can I say...you have won the heart of my daughter and the rest of our family. Your presence at the dance studio is always welcoming, calming and supportive. To see you with Danielle and cheering her on like she is your own grandkid just warms my heart. It is very easy to see where Charyl gets all of her great qualities from. Thank you for making us part of your family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-6002422338669109573?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/6002422338669109573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=6002422338669109573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6002422338669109573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6002422338669109573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-5057800866731857145</id><published>2010-05-03T11:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:51:40.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AWESOME Disney Special</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S97wWtGCg3I/AAAAAAAAAzU/OPKbNFH2eVY/s1600/Disney+Dining.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467071270527075186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S97wWtGCg3I/AAAAAAAAAzU/OPKbNFH2eVY/s320/Disney+Dining.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disney is running an AWESOME special for most nights between 8/15/10 - 10/2/10 - FREE DINING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact me at MarieM@dreammakersvaca.com or 704-773-8554 so I can help you plan a trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-5057800866731857145?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/5057800866731857145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=5057800866731857145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5057800866731857145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5057800866731857145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/05/disney-is-running-awesome-special-for.html' title='AWESOME Disney Special'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S97wWtGCg3I/AAAAAAAAAzU/OPKbNFH2eVY/s72-c/Disney+Dining.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-5942543422102217886</id><published>2010-04-30T06:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T06:10:00.459-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Competition</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow we will be heading to Greensboro with The Dance Company (Danielle &amp;amp; Amber's Dance School) for the third competition of the season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the competitions.  It doesn't matter how the studio or my own dancer places - for me it is all about watching all the girls giving it their all and absolutely loving what they are doing!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very blessed to be with a studio that is full of kids, parents and family members who are there in full force to support EVERY GIRL that is dancing.  While this is officially a competition - there is no competitiveness within our studio.  I am not just saying that at all...I have seen these girls be so happy for a fellow dancer who wins an award, I have seen the groups have great compliments for the other groups in our studio and I have heard parents yell at the top of their lungs for girls on stage even when their child is not dancing.  It is like being at a BIG family reunion where people are just happy to be together and really care about each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are a new studio, this is our first year, and the last competition we went to we won for the outstanding studio of the day...to show you how close knit this group is there were tears being shed all over the auditorium for the studio owner and sole choreographer, Miss Charyl.  Parents, kids, relatives all were that happy for her and "our girls."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a great environment for young girls to be a part of - it is truly teaching them how to be part of a team, how to encourage each other, how to win or not with with grace and how to be respectful of all the other studios and dancers at the competitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, we couldn't be spending our money in a better way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-5942543422102217886?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/5942543422102217886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=5942543422102217886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5942543422102217886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5942543422102217886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/04/competition.html' title='Competition'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-2206732322965516311</id><published>2010-04-28T07:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T07:00:02.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I hope to teach my daughter</title><content type='html'>I am slowly learning how different things are for teenage girls in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;comparison&lt;/span&gt; to when I was a teenager. Now don't get me wrong, I won't put anything on teenage boys or girls 100%, I will just say that they are growing up much faster than I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dating is very different now and I want to be prepared to guide Danielle when the time comes. (Many years from now!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to know her own self worth. I want her to get that from within and not feel like she needs to have a boy validate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to let prospective suitors know what she expects of them and what they should expect from her right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to let them know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;up front&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; where she will draw the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to have the strength to let someone go who is undeserving of her and her heart even if it breaks that same heart a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to come to me or Joe or any of her Aunt's or older cousins that she feel comfortable with if she needs to talk...before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to chose friends who have her best interests at heart and I want them to all look out for each other when it comes to boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to realize the importance of someone liking you from the neck up well before they like you from the neck down - and I hope she has clarity on that well before she needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want her to realize that if a man is not willing to sweat for her...she shouldn't let him sweat on her.  (A quote from my friend Andre's Pastor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to save her from a major "snake bite" type of heartbreak...even though I know I may not be able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of that said I certainly understand I can only do the best I can as her mom and the rest will be up to her - I know that there is a boy that may have the power to change or influence everything I have tried to teach her and that is absolutely the hardest part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-2206732322965516311?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/2206732322965516311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=2206732322965516311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/2206732322965516311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/2206732322965516311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-i-hope-to-teach-my-daughter.html' title='What I hope to teach my daughter'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-6545234682359246066</id><published>2010-04-26T19:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T07:25:08.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If I knew then.....</title><content type='html'>My friend and I were talking the other day and she said "If I knew then, what I know now..." "There are so many things I would have done differently..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on our daily walk as we were talking about this and I said to her try not to look at it that way...I feel like if we didn't go through certain things in life we would not be the people we are today. Of course I look back and I think about things I could have handled better or should have done differently but there is not a lot I would erase or totally change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe things I went through are helping me be the parent and wife I am today. I believe if I didn't go through certain things I would really not be as appreciative of Joe and the wonderful husband he is today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do look at young girls in my life who I love with all of my heart and I want to spare them some of what I went through - but I know I can't. Instead I just share my stories and let them process them on their own, you see there are truly times you need to live and learn, make your own decisions and grow because of your life experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who I respect very much once told me there are two different types of mistakes young people can make. The kind that is like a "skinned knee" - which are the ones we need to just sit back on - and the kind that is like a "snake bite" - those are the ones we need to step in on and do our best to help prevent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me how you feel about this...would you really change things...or are you happy with what you learned from them???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-6545234682359246066?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/6545234682359246066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=6545234682359246066&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6545234682359246066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6545234682359246066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/04/if-i-knew-then.html' title='If I knew then.....'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-1801196800960765754</id><published>2010-04-15T12:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T12:35:22.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter/Spring Pictures - Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S8c_fypr4oI/AAAAAAAAAzE/Bnz8_Z_UAlM/s1600/Easter+Basket.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460402888615125634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S8c_fypr4oI/AAAAAAAAAzE/Bnz8_Z_UAlM/s320/Easter+Basket.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easter Basket of goodies for all the kids to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S8c_Nu8YFlI/AAAAAAAAAy0/r8A_fn5OC4A/s1600/Easter+Egg+Hunt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460402578382132818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S8c_Nu8YFlI/AAAAAAAAAy0/r8A_fn5OC4A/s320/Easter+Egg+Hunt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting ready for the egg hunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S8c_flbldyI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MgVISmzuUKI/s1600/Egg+Hunt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460402885066323746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S8c_flbldyI/AAAAAAAAAy8/MgVISmzuUKI/s320/Egg+Hunt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Action Shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S8c_NZcdMYI/AAAAAAAAAys/Xu5tSr3hDbk/s1600/Isaiah+%26+Logan+Egg+Hunt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460402572611105154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S8c_NZcdMYI/AAAAAAAAAys/Xu5tSr3hDbk/s320/Isaiah+%26+Logan+Egg+Hunt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah helping Logan - such a good big brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S8c-omF1nkI/AAAAAAAAAyk/E6F3KoHut5A/s1600/Logan+Egg+Hunt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460401940350737986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S8c-omF1nkI/AAAAAAAAAyk/E6F3KoHut5A/s320/Logan+Egg+Hunt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Love this shot&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/2511753560841035276-1801196800960765754?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/1801196800960765754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=1801196800960765754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/1801196800960765754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/1801196800960765754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/04/easterspring-pictures-part-2.html' title='Easter/Spring Pictures - Part 2'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S8c_fypr4oI/AAAAAAAAAzE/Bnz8_Z_UAlM/s72-c/Easter+Basket.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-5604681855567621472</id><published>2010-04-13T08:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T08:10:42.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter/Spring Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S8Re22rrNLI/AAAAAAAAAyc/3e71kwjNgkA/s1600/3+kids+bounce+u.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459592944764531890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S8Re22rrNLI/AAAAAAAAAyc/3e71kwjNgkA/s320/3+kids+bounce+u.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tunnel at Bounce U where we went for Easter Egg Hunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S8Re2eiB5zI/AAAAAAAAAyU/BWf1GhTgGdg/s1600/Kayla+%26+Joseph.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459592938281625394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S8Re2eiB5zI/AAAAAAAAAyU/BWf1GhTgGdg/s320/Kayla+%26+Joseph.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kayla and Joseph&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S8Re1yx1C7I/AAAAAAAAAyM/oe1Sx8cVjJc/s1600/D,+Bri,+Lil+Joe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459592926536731570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S8Re1yx1C7I/AAAAAAAAAyM/oe1Sx8cVjJc/s320/D,+Bri,+Lil+Joe.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danielle, Brianna and Joseph&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S8Re1R0CM4I/AAAAAAAAAyE/QhdBhsQs93Y/s1600/Bri+%26+D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459592917687612290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S8Re1R0CM4I/AAAAAAAAAyE/QhdBhsQs93Y/s320/Bri+%26+D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brianna and Danielle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-5604681855567621472?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/5604681855567621472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=5604681855567621472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5604681855567621472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5604681855567621472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/04/easterspring-pictures.html' title='Easter/Spring Pictures'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S8Re22rrNLI/AAAAAAAAAyc/3e71kwjNgkA/s72-c/3+kids+bounce+u.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-7546786843975955999</id><published>2010-04-07T00:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T00:15:00.515-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Joseph Ryan</title><content type='html'>Dear Joseph,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is your 8th Birthday...where did the time go!!! You have been pure joy since the day you were born. I will never forget when I called Craig at the office to let them all know you were born, he prayed for you over the phone and in his prayer he said Lord, I know you have big things planned for Joseph, I can feel it already. He was so right...your heart is pure and your motives and intentions are exactly the way God would want them to be. That is what I am most proud of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your easy going personality and willingness to think of others makes you a pleasure to be around. Take that along with your comedic ways...your dance moves...your imitations and your love for everyone and we all get to be a part of the sweetest 8 year olds life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday my sweet, mommy loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457111493115929634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S7uN_W7gZCI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Viya_tTXg7o/s320/Joseph+full+body.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S7uN-yDEyUI/AAAAAAAAAx0/ezNlfaiAC60/s1600/Joseph+close+up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457111483215563074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S7uN-yDEyUI/AAAAAAAAAx0/ezNlfaiAC60/s320/Joseph+close+up.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-7546786843975955999?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/7546786843975955999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=7546786843975955999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/7546786843975955999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/7546786843975955999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-birthday-joseph-ryan.html' title='Happy Birthday Joseph Ryan'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S7uN_W7gZCI/AAAAAAAAAx8/Viya_tTXg7o/s72-c/Joseph+full+body.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-1456396373704010056</id><published>2010-04-06T08:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T09:10:37.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>April Birthday Boys!!!</title><content type='html'>We have lots of April Birthday's in my family. Isaiah (4/4) Joseph(4/7) Nana (4/9) and Noah (4/15). We all got together on Easter and we celebrated all the boys birthday's - Nana has certainly earned her own special day at this point!!! So that will come later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few shots of just the birthday festivities from Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S7swcoafnII/AAAAAAAAAxs/Q-i_Hvc52-E/s1600/Isaiah%27s+Cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457008641932500098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S7swcoafnII/AAAAAAAAAxs/Q-i_Hvc52-E/s320/Isaiah%27s+Cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isaiah's cake - he turned 14 but I have always made him this cake when his birthday falls on Easter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S7swcVMstII/AAAAAAAAAxk/qvWxBlTj3jg/s1600/Sponge+Bob+Cake.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457008636774364290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S7swcVMstII/AAAAAAAAAxk/qvWxBlTj3jg/s320/Sponge+Bob+Cake.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sponge Bob for the younger boys - I know he should have been way more yellow - I got carried away with my coloring and this was after lightening it up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S7swb_puSGI/AAAAAAAAAxc/_9lzXJDzVlo/s1600/Joseph+%26+Noah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457008630990522466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S7swb_puSGI/AAAAAAAAAxc/_9lzXJDzVlo/s320/Joseph+%26+Noah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joseph (8) and Noah (5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S7swbUK8ajI/AAAAAAAAAxU/oAzMr2K5D24/s1600/Birthday+Boy%27s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457008619318700594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S7swbUK8ajI/AAAAAAAAAxU/oAzMr2K5D24/s320/Birthday+Boy%27s.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joseph, Noah and Isaiah - April's Cutest Birthday Boy's&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-1456396373704010056?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/1456396373704010056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=1456396373704010056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/1456396373704010056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/1456396373704010056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-birthday-boys.html' title='April Birthday Boys!!!'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S7swcoafnII/AAAAAAAAAxs/Q-i_Hvc52-E/s72-c/Isaiah%27s+Cake.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-3148142838129131436</id><published>2010-04-04T06:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T06:31:57.965-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaiah Daniel</title><content type='html'>My nephew Isaiah is turning 14, today, Easter Sunday. I made a special cake for him - he is sort of old for it now...but I have made it before for him on his birthday so it is a tradition. Pictures of the cake and Easter/Birthday celebration will post tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah is in his last year of middle school and I can remember when he would come spend time with Joe and I at our apartment before we had kids of our own. We would get McDonald's and eat at the coffee table. He was so cute and sweet!!! He is still sweet and a really good kid. He is very active in his Church and youth group and he has a very keen sense when it comes to older people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is talented at many things...a personal favorite of mine is drawing. Here are 3 things that I scanned into my computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S7YIZp9Sf_I/AAAAAAAAAxM/PQOdP5trNj8/s1600/Isaiah%27s+Drawing+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455557235458605042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S7YIZp9Sf_I/AAAAAAAAAxM/PQOdP5trNj8/s320/Isaiah%27s+Drawing+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S7YIZFUPvjI/AAAAAAAAAxE/k668M5OCQfc/s1600/Isaiah%27s+Drawing+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455557225622781490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S7YIZFUPvjI/AAAAAAAAAxE/k668M5OCQfc/s320/Isaiah%27s+Drawing+2.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/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S6twquM6wCI/AAAAAAAAAw8/dyp6rhtXkjQ/s1600/Isaiah%27s+Drawing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452575653121146914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S6twquM6wCI/AAAAAAAAAw8/dyp6rhtXkjQ/s320/Isaiah%27s+Drawing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep up the good work Isaiah...and most importantly stay exactly the way you are!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday - Re-Re loves you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-3148142838129131436?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/3148142838129131436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=3148142838129131436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/3148142838129131436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/3148142838129131436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/04/isaiah-daniel.html' title='Isaiah Daniel'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S7YIZp9Sf_I/AAAAAAAAAxM/PQOdP5trNj8/s72-c/Isaiah%27s+Drawing+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-372533905721831705</id><published>2010-04-02T07:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T07:28:32.265-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let the little children come to me...</title><content type='html'>Matthew 19:14 says "Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son Joseph (7) loves to read. When the Church was reading through the New Testament in 30 days he was so excited and he read right along with us...he will often pick up his Bible and pick a random verse to read outloud to us. He was doing this last night...it was an odd transition, he was reading the Diary of a Wimpy Kid and all of a sudden he picked up the New Testament that he received at &lt;a href="http://www.elevationchurch.org/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Elevation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and started reading verses out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him to come sit next to me so I could hear him better because my mom was watching TV in the same room we were in. So he came over and was reading from Corinthians. Then he closed the book, put his little hand on it while holding mine and he said "Mom, I am going to think for a minute and then tell you a verse to read to me..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what he picked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't you believe that I am in the Father, and that the Father is in me? The words I say to you are not just my own. Rather, it is the Father, living in me, who is doing his work. Believe me when I say that I am in the Father and the Father is in me; or at least believe in the evidence of the miracles themselves. I tell you the truth, anyone who has faith in me will do what I have been doing. He will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father. And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Son may bring glory to the Father. You may ask me for anything in my name, and I will do it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 14:10-14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a perfect verse as we enter into Easter Weekend...the enemy doesn't stand a chance at our house!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-372533905721831705?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/372533905721831705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=372533905721831705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/372533905721831705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/372533905721831705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/04/let-little-children-come-to-me.html' title='Let the little children come to me...'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-6766369845158401174</id><published>2010-03-31T07:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T08:10:53.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullying</title><content type='html'>For days I have been following the story of Phoebe Price, the Freshman in Massachusetts who took her own life after being the victim of relentless bullying.  This morning on the way into the office I cried as I listened yet again to some of the details.  Phoebe dated a senior on the football team and there were other kids in the school who didn't like that...REALLY!!!  As absurd as that sounds that is how it all started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After months and months of continually being mistreated and bullied by other kids at school Phoebe went home one day and took her own life.  How horrible must the bullying have been for her to feel she had no other choice???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a personal issue for me because our daughter, Danielle, who is only 10 now, was bullied in school last year.  Her situation was somewhat different in that it was only one boy who was bullying her...but it took her weeks before she could tell Joe and I or the teacher what was going on because she feared what the boy would do if she told.  This incident turned our home upside down...we had a child who would be in hysterics each night because she didn't feel safe enough in her own home to fall asleep.  She needed (not wanted) to sleep with a parent.  We went to family counseling for her and fought an uphill battle with the school administration regarding keeping the two of them in the same class.  To be completely honest she still has setbacks and it is now 15 months later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 nieces and 1 nephew who are in High School already and 2 more about to go to High School.  The thought of something like this happening to them breaks my heart.  They all are great kids with nice friends etc... to think that one thing they do could change their lives in this way just baffles me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As parents we need to be SO SURE that we are open with our kids and that they feel comfortable to come to us with something like this...we also need to be their voice at the school and follow up as many times necessary and go as far up the chain of command as we have to.  (We eventually went to the Districts Superintendent)  Our kids need to see us going to great lengths for them and their safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the flip side we also need to teach our kids to not be the bully.  Everyone has a "story" and we may never really know what someones life is like outside of school so to judge, criticize or make fun of someone based on what we think we know is horrible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point 10 kids and their families lives will be changed forever.  One family lost their daughter forever...and the nine others are awaiting their fate with all of the legal charges that have now been brought against them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold your kids tightly and let them know how much they are loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-6766369845158401174?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/6766369845158401174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=6766369845158401174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6766369845158401174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6766369845158401174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/03/bullying.html' title='Bullying'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-7593601833361030341</id><published>2010-03-30T07:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T07:48:36.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So many things....</title><content type='html'>Right now I feel like there are so many things I would like to sit down and write about. Some good, some not so good. Religion and Politics are a very touchy subject and it seems as some people are forgetting that. It is fine to have an opinion and express it...but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;please be respectful&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of other's opinions as well, as they have the same rights that you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said...lets all remember we are in what should be the Holiest week of the year right now. Take the time to reflect on what happened all those years ago to allow us this freedom. Remember where it all started...and remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-7593601833361030341?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/7593601833361030341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=7593601833361030341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/7593601833361030341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/7593601833361030341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-many-things.html' title='So many things....'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-5825584803390803450</id><published>2010-03-24T07:53:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:09:25.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday's at Re-Re's</title><content type='html'>I am Re-Re...have been since I was a kid. For some reason Marie was difficult for kids and it became Re then Re-Re. My life long friends, relatives and now the next generation of kids in our family call me Re-Re. I have to say...it is great to be Re-Re.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle and Amber dance together and practice is every Tuesday and the dance studio is near our house. This is a great opportunity for my kids and Colleen's kids to see each other once a week for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all eat dinner together and then the girls go off to dance and Joseph and Alex play while the grown-ups catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Tuesday Colleen stayed home with Baby Bella, who will become part of our Tuesday ritual very soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a little of what she missed this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S6n_rZCUcSI/AAAAAAAAAw0/iZ0pS_FaGxM/s1600/Tuesday+Alex.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452169944828768546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S6n_rZCUcSI/AAAAAAAAAw0/iZ0pS_FaGxM/s320/Tuesday+Alex.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gangsta Alex!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S6n_rE16UVI/AAAAAAAAAws/TTgEmz0Bd38/s1600/Tuesday+Joe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452169939408015698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S6n_rE16UVI/AAAAAAAAAws/TTgEmz0Bd38/s320/Tuesday+Joe.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He must get it from Little Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S6n_qiBZhhI/AAAAAAAAAwk/RUdC9osYYtg/s1600/Tuesday+Alex+and+Joe.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452169930060957202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S6n_qiBZhhI/AAAAAAAAAwk/RUdC9osYYtg/s320/Tuesday+Alex+and+Joe.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cutest Thugs EVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S6n_TEVDTEI/AAAAAAAAAwc/ubtJeZzQ6pU/s1600/Tuesday+Girls.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452169526953331778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S6n_TEVDTEI/AAAAAAAAAwc/ubtJeZzQ6pU/s320/Tuesday+Girls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Making up their own dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S6n_SkREcaI/AAAAAAAAAwU/BeRZs9rITdA/s1600/Tuesday+girls+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452169518346695074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S6n_SkREcaI/AAAAAAAAAwU/BeRZs9rITdA/s320/Tuesday+girls+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So much love and fun on Tuesday's.&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/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S6n-5dnmZMI/AAAAAAAAAwM/UHBjOjok-oM/s1600/tuesday+Amber.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452169087065416898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S6n-5dnmZMI/AAAAAAAAAwM/UHBjOjok-oM/s320/tuesday+Amber.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Posting this just because....she knows why!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and yes this happens EVERY Tuesday at Re-Re's....wanna join us next week???&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;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/2511753560841035276-5825584803390803450?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/5825584803390803450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=5825584803390803450&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5825584803390803450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5825584803390803450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/03/tuesdays-at-re-res.html' title='Tuesday&apos;s at Re-Re&apos;s'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S6n_rZCUcSI/AAAAAAAAAw0/iZ0pS_FaGxM/s72-c/Tuesday+Alex.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-1622494590155080442</id><published>2010-03-11T09:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:15:30.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They are already winners!!!</title><content type='html'>My daughter, Danielle and &lt;a href="http://www.colleencorbett.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Colleen's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; daughter, Amber will be going to their first dance competition of the season this weekend representing their dance studio - The Dance Company.  They had the dress rehearsal this past Saturday followed by a studio sleepover - what fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes these girls are already winners, regardless of what happens this weekend.  I am completely amazed at their ability to go on stage in front of an auditorium full of people and "do their thing!!!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have recently started in the moms dance class at the studio and have made 2 observations...my daughter did not get her skills from me and it is very hard for me to even just cross the floor with other people watching me.  The fact that these girls can do this with a full smile, no nerves and completely LOVE what they are doing is what makes them winners in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Charyl summed it up nicely at the rehearsal on Saturday when she said - no matter what happens you have already won...do you have any idea how many kids will never be able to do what your doing...they will never be comfortable putting themselves out there in this way - so you have already made great accomplishments just by getting up on that stage!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True dat Miss Charyl - and best of luck to all the dancers who I have grown to know and love from The Dance Company!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S5kFVlBdAVI/AAAAAAAAAwE/eU7j0a3JddU/s1600-h/Danielle+solo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447391092554924370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S5kFVlBdAVI/AAAAAAAAAwE/eU7j0a3JddU/s320/Danielle+solo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danielle running her solo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S5kFVtwB-qI/AAAAAAAAAv8/2zYGUBLHTgQ/s1600-h/Amber+Jazz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447391094897769122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S5kFVtwB-qI/AAAAAAAAAv8/2zYGUBLHTgQ/s320/Amber+Jazz.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amber getting ready for the jazz routine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S5kFVAZJHUI/AAAAAAAAAv0/ZXJBLMP1ZU4/s1600-h/Danielle+Tap+rehearsal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447391082722172226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S5kFVAZJHUI/AAAAAAAAAv0/ZXJBLMP1ZU4/s320/Danielle+Tap+rehearsal.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Running through the tap performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S5kFUypcSmI/AAAAAAAAAvs/f-uZEKt1vHc/s1600-h/Amber+Tap.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447391079032441442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S5kFUypcSmI/AAAAAAAAAvs/f-uZEKt1vHc/s320/Amber+Tap.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Work it Amber!!!&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-1622494590155080442?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/1622494590155080442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=1622494590155080442&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/1622494590155080442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/1622494590155080442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/03/they-are-already-winners.html' title='They are already winners!!!'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S5kFVlBdAVI/AAAAAAAAAwE/eU7j0a3JddU/s72-c/Danielle+solo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-639204760152381163</id><published>2010-03-09T11:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:22:35.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Our Saying"</title><content type='html'>I am sure you have heard me say before how important Daryl &amp;amp; Andre are to me and Joe. They were the first friends we made when we moved to Charlotte and now they are "family." We have been through so much together over the past 13 years - both good and bad times. Through the years we have spent many hours sitting at our kitchen table or their kitchen table and talking about everything there is to talk about. We laugh, we cry and now we have many great memories. Through the years Daryl has said time and time again how the best of times happen &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"at the kitchen table."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; She is right...they sure do. Recently they had their kitchen painted - at the same time Joe and I were out shopping and we found one of the wall expressions that summarized our time at the kitchen table just like Daryl always has, so we picked it up for them. It was like it was made just for us/them and we found it at the perfect time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S46WjkJnfII/AAAAAAAAAvk/duifZkwGwgw/s1600-h/Words+-+close+up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444454537281109122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S46WjkJnfII/AAAAAAAAAvk/duifZkwGwgw/s320/Words+-+close+up.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wanted a close up of it for you to read the expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S46Wa9SZ6SI/AAAAAAAAAvc/RXl74PHe4hc/s1600-h/Words+with+picture.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444454389410031906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S46Wa9SZ6SI/AAAAAAAAAvc/RXl74PHe4hc/s320/Words+with+picture.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They have always had this picture of ladies around the kitchen table so it was the perfect place to hang the expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S46Wai5i7VI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Tu3I8289IPM/s1600-h/Ladies+at+super+bowl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444454382326443346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S46Wai5i7VI/AAAAAAAAAvU/Tu3I8289IPM/s320/Ladies+at+super+bowl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here we are all in the kitchen - even though there was plenty of room in the rest of the house!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S46WaJ7oCNI/AAAAAAAAAvM/RZzE-bvt2Kw/s1600-h/Men+at+Super+Bowl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444454375624280274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S46WaJ7oCNI/AAAAAAAAAvM/RZzE-bvt2Kw/s320/Men+at+Super+Bowl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We sometimes send the gentlemen out of the kitchen.&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/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S46WZ84Gv9I/AAAAAAAAAvE/IG0ZHHDXdmk/s1600-h/Joe+and+Andre+-+Super+Bowl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444454372119855058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S46WZ84Gv9I/AAAAAAAAAvE/IG0ZHHDXdmk/s320/Joe+and+Andre+-+Super+Bowl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is "their" pose - no matter the occasion they get at least one picture of the two of them just like this.  Sooner or later they won't be able to bend like that!!!&lt;br /&gt;&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/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S46WZvyAefI/AAAAAAAAAu8/SJL_2_I34nA/s1600-h/Daryl,+Daddy,+Vicki.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444454368604617202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S46WZvyAefI/AAAAAAAAAu8/SJL_2_I34nA/s320/Daryl,+Daddy,+Vicki.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daryl, Big Daddy &amp;amp; Vicky for the annual visit from the NJ Crew.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-639204760152381163?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/639204760152381163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=639204760152381163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/639204760152381163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/639204760152381163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/03/our-saying.html' title='&quot;Our Saying&quot;'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S46WjkJnfII/AAAAAAAAAvk/duifZkwGwgw/s72-c/Words+-+close+up.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-3325811517359517069</id><published>2010-03-04T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T21:17:45.862-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun In The Kitchen</title><content type='html'>Tom &amp;amp; Lisa came to Charlotte for a visit recently...as always it was a great time. They are the best house guests - Tom cooks, Lisa cleans and they never expect us to be serving/waiting on them. Same goes for us when we go to their house. We are "family" and we love being together so when we are together it is almost like we all just live together - that is how comfortable we are in each other's homes. The way it usually works is Tom and I cook, Lisa cleans and Joe is the "floater" - sets up for parties, helps Tom with the grill or cooker (without ever really cooking) and occasionally is just working on a "honey do list" for me or Lisa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here recently Joe has taken over making what were once my famous, made from scratch, chocolate chip cookies. This has been great for me as most of our family and friends now just make the request directly to Joe and it keeps me open to making other foods or desserts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the last visit...we were all in the kitchen on a Sunday morning and Lisa and I were sitting at the table with all the kids. I looked up and realized that Joe was baking and Tom was cooking breakfast while we were just chatting - talk about a kodak moment!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S45-Qw1Q-tI/AAAAAAAAAu0/7mPnch6zQsQ/s1600-h/Kitchen+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444427825988827858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S45-Qw1Q-tI/AAAAAAAAAu0/7mPnch6zQsQ/s320/Kitchen+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joe baking cookies and Tom making his FAMOUS hash browns&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S45-QgyRvVI/AAAAAAAAAus/Zhq1cN-F5Kw/s1600-h/Kitchen+2+showing+off.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444427821681327442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S45-QgyRvVI/AAAAAAAAAus/Zhq1cN-F5Kw/s320/Kitchen+2+showing+off.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Showing off - like the movie Cocktail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S45-QNe3L5I/AAAAAAAAAuk/QzHeVH_OiRc/s1600-h/Kitchen+3+Griddle.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444427816499621778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S45-QNe3L5I/AAAAAAAAAuk/QzHeVH_OiRc/s320/Kitchen+3+Griddle.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you see the delicious potatoes???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope seeing them in the kitchen rubs off on Little Joe and he won't mind cooking - he actually already cooks "his secret" recipe pancakes for us. (NO I can't tell you the recipe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also seems that our nephew Alex will be comfortable in the kitchen as well. Here he is on a recent Tuesday night at our house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S45-P0Axv2I/AAAAAAAAAuc/aIdZz_9QmCM/s1600-h/Alex+Cooking+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444427809662549858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S45-P0Axv2I/AAAAAAAAAuc/aIdZz_9QmCM/s320/Alex+Cooking+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ignore the pink and purple and focus on how happy he is to have utensils in his hands!!!&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/2511753560841035276-3325811517359517069?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/3325811517359517069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=3325811517359517069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/3325811517359517069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/3325811517359517069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/03/fun-in-kitchen.html' title='Fun In The Kitchen'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S45-Qw1Q-tI/AAAAAAAAAu0/7mPnch6zQsQ/s72-c/Kitchen+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-369063188477967363</id><published>2010-03-03T10:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T10:13:00.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S458Qnt8ITI/AAAAAAAAAuU/d8jVlOSYIdo/s1600-h/Amber.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444425624518926642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S458Qnt8ITI/AAAAAAAAAuU/d8jVlOSYIdo/s320/Amber.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I absolutely love this picture of Amber.  Taken quick and by surprise...and she is still beautiful even without any prep.&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/2511753560841035276-369063188477967363?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/369063188477967363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=369063188477967363&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/369063188477967363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/369063188477967363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/03/beauty.html' title='Beauty'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S458Qnt8ITI/AAAAAAAAAuU/d8jVlOSYIdo/s72-c/Amber.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-6382073855192338418</id><published>2010-03-01T09:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T09:16:09.771-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mastercard Moment</title><content type='html'>We were sitting around talking with our nieces who are in High School - they were telling a story of some kids who got into trouble...Danielle says "Why would they do stuff like that?" my niece replies "Because they have nothing to do with their time after school...but you dance - so you won't have issues like this...you just keep dancing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say that in my mind, although Danielle is only 10 - I think of this often.  As she gets older and into Middle and High School, Joe and I will know where she is and what is occupying her time as she continues to dance.  When we pay her tuition and other fees now...I remind myself that later in life I will be happy we did this and that she is doing something constructive with her time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind knowing where your kids are and what they are doing....PRICELESS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-6382073855192338418?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/6382073855192338418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=6382073855192338418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6382073855192338418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6382073855192338418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/03/mastercard-moment.html' title='Mastercard Moment'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-2704358145733492417</id><published>2010-02-25T15:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T15:47:46.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for #14</title><content type='html'>Joe and I are Uncle Joe and Aunt Re to 13 amazing kids!!!  Our oldest niece will be 18 on Saturday so you could say we have been enjoying them for quite a while now.  Each one has unique personality traits that we have grown to love - and we truly enjoy spending time with all of them.  I am sure at times we seem over bearing and nutty...but we love being such a big part of their lives.  If we know one of them is involved in an event, we do our best to be there to support them.  As a matter of fact, our oldest niece is graduating from High School this year and initially we thought her graduation and Danielle's dance recital would be on the same day...I actually e-mailed the dance teacher to see if there was anything she could do!!!  She knows me pretty well so she didn't try to have me committed....turns out the graduation will be the day after the recital....but trust me when I say to you I was so going to have a breakdown over this one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are anxiously awaiting our 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; niece/nephew....if all goes as planned sometime in the next 15 days or so we will be adding Bella May Rose to our list of amazing nieces/nephews.  It has been a long time since we have had a baby girl on either side of the family...the youngest girls are 10 now...so this is going to be a big deal for us.  Her wardrobe is already bigger than mine thanks to all of the friends and family who are showering her and Colleen with love!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed tuned for updates and announcements on her arrival...and of course updates on all of the awesome kids who call us Uncle Joe and Aunt Re.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christina (18)&lt;br /&gt;Kayla (16)&lt;br /&gt;Brianna (10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor (15)&lt;br /&gt;Blake (12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devin (14)&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah (13)&lt;br /&gt;Mackenzie (10)&lt;br /&gt;Noah (4)&lt;br /&gt;Logan (3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor (15)&lt;br /&gt;Amber (11)&lt;br /&gt;Alex (4)&lt;br /&gt;***Coming Soon*** Bella&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-2704358145733492417?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/2704358145733492417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=2704358145733492417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/2704358145733492417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/2704358145733492417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/02/waiting-for-14.html' title='Waiting for #14'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-8443396148356006644</id><published>2010-02-16T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T10:36:29.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are the lists of 5 things I love about each family member in our house:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 Things I Love About Danielle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Her Big, Beautiful, Bright Eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Her Smile - it lights up her whole face&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Her self confidence when she is on stage dancing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Her kindness - she never says anything bad about anyone and she doesn't like others to either&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Her foundation in faith - she truly tries to live like God wants her to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 Things I Love About Joseph&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His ability to be friends with anyone&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His adorable eyes and smile - they light up the room&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His ability to encourage others, regardless of the task they are taking on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His ability to find the good in everyone - he never focuses on the negative&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;His understanding of The Lord and how He wants Joseph to live&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 Things I Love About Dad (aka Big Joe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He can always find a way to make something become fummy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He puts so much care and pride into our home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He thinks about Danielle and Joseph before anything else&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He has always been there when I need him&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He is growing in faith more each day and doing so with great ease&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;5 Things I Love About Nana (aka my mom)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She is never too tired when her kids or grandkids need her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She doesn't have much materially but she gives all she can of her time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She is PROUD of each of her grandchildren and to be a grandmother of 10&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She is turning into Nanny Connie and laughing about it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;She still speaks about Poppa (my dad) with true love in her heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my family saw and read their lists, Little Joe decided that he was going to tell me 5 things he loves about me:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My mom cares about everyone in this world&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My mom worships like no one else&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My mom is the best cook (as he was eating his favorite dinner)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My mom is the best bonding mom (in Danielle's words - everything mom does is for her family)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When I see my mom, it makes my day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then both waited for Joe to add on and he said - The small, thoughtful things like these lists mean a lot more to mommy than expensive presents. (So true - but I do love the camera I got for Christmas)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&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/2511753560841035276-8443396148356006644?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/8443396148356006644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=8443396148356006644&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/8443396148356006644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/8443396148356006644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/02/5-things.html' title='5 Things'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-9071173662871675263</id><published>2010-02-15T10:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T11:12:55.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air...</title><content type='html'>I hope you all had a wonderful Valentine's Day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had said in a post around Christmas that we were going to use our dining room and china more often to make occasions special since the kids enjoy it so much. Valentine's Day seemed like a great day to make special and I wanted my family to know just how much I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made one of their favorite dinners - including everyone's favorite side dishes and set the dining room up for the occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S3lvzplOxBI/AAAAAAAAAuE/j5SjFLOBmHQ/s1600-h/Valentines+Table.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438500958152606738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S3lvzplOxBI/AAAAAAAAAuE/j5SjFLOBmHQ/s320/Valentines+Table.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here is the table - on each plate I put a list of "5 Things I love about..." and each list was personalized for Joe, Danielle, Joseph and my mom. I also had small gifts for them - chocolate for the kids, candles for my mom and in sticking with the red theme - Guitar Hero boxers for Joe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S3lvqek2sPI/AAAAAAAAAt8/I9uDwapLoBs/s1600-h/Better+Family+Valentines+Day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438500800579416306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S3lvqek2sPI/AAAAAAAAAt8/I9uDwapLoBs/s320/Better+Family+Valentines+Day.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Family full of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S3lvqO_RIGI/AAAAAAAAAt0/JzLuXtxpO-A/s1600-h/Sis+%26+Dad+Valentines+Day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438500796395233378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S3lvqO_RIGI/AAAAAAAAAt0/JzLuXtxpO-A/s320/Sis+%26+Dad+Valentines+Day.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danielle and Joe - a girls first love should always be her dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S3lxtPQD0OI/AAAAAAAAAuM/q69OpFc168s/s1600-h/Nana+%26+Sis+-+Valentines+day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438503047028527330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S3lxtPQD0OI/AAAAAAAAAuM/q69OpFc168s/s320/Nana+%26+Sis+-+Valentines+day.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana and Danielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S3lvpP6-ITI/AAAAAAAAAtk/d1tJoaUHPYA/s1600-h/Nana+%26+Joseph+-+valentines+day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438500779465777458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S3lvpP6-ITI/AAAAAAAAAtk/d1tJoaUHPYA/s320/Nana+%26+Joseph+-+valentines+day.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nana and Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S3lvpNbPCqI/AAAAAAAAAtc/8rH7hsN7xx4/s1600-h/Forever+Valentines.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438500778795797154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S3lvpNbPCqI/AAAAAAAAAtc/8rH7hsN7xx4/s320/Forever+Valentines.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was our 23rd Valentine's Day!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We really aren't that old - but boy does 23 Valentines Day's make it sound that way or what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the day was seeing the kids make toasts with the wine glasses filled with Sprite - and how something so simple makes them so happy.  And listening to all of them say what they love about mom...without having the time to plan for it since my lists were a surprise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will have another post this week with the lists.&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/2511753560841035276-9071173662871675263?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/9071173662871675263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=9071173662871675263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/9071173662871675263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/9071173662871675263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the air...'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S3lvzplOxBI/AAAAAAAAAuE/j5SjFLOBmHQ/s72-c/Valentines+Table.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-8256067656543742544</id><published>2010-02-05T10:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T10:15:19.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taco Salad</title><content type='html'>This delicious salad is a recipe I got from my friend Johanette years ago...save this for a Summer BBQ - it is always a crowd pleaser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lb      Ground Beef (Browned and then seasoned with old El Paso mix)&lt;br /&gt;1          Head of Lettuce&lt;br /&gt;1          Medium to large tomato&lt;br /&gt;1          Medium Onion&lt;br /&gt;1          Bag of Doritos (regular size – crushed)&lt;br /&gt;1          Small can of sliced olives&lt;br /&gt;1          Carafe of Good Seasons Italian Salad Dressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Doritos and Dressing separate until you are ready to serve – then add Doritos to the rest and toss with the dressing.  Add shredded Cheddar if you want.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-8256067656543742544?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/8256067656543742544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=8256067656543742544&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/8256067656543742544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/8256067656543742544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/02/taco-salad.html' title='Taco Salad'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-1729686572706830190</id><published>2010-02-04T09:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T09:14:19.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg &amp; Cheese Casserole</title><content type='html'>Growing up North - Breakfast Casserole's were not the "norm" for us. This is my friend Lisa's recipe and my mom and I both love it!!! And request it when we go visit her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 pound of sausage - browned, drained and cooled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Eggs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Cups of Milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Slices of White Bread - Cubed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Cup Grated Cheddar Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Teaspoon Salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown Sausage. Blend eggs and milk together. Add bread cubes, cheese, salt and sausage. Mix well and cover with foil and refrigerate overnight. Bake at 350 degrees for 45 minutes covered. Bake an additional 15 minutes uncovered or until cooked through. Use a 9X13 Pan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-1729686572706830190?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/1729686572706830190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=1729686572706830190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/1729686572706830190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/1729686572706830190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/02/egg-cheese-casserole.html' title='Egg &amp; Cheese Casserole'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-4445854507405824772</id><published>2010-02-03T09:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T09:17:37.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buffalo Chicken Dip</title><content type='html'>Take this to a Super Bowl Party if you are going to one. This is from my sister-in-law Regina - she brought it to our house once and now gets lots of requests for it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Grilled Chicken Breasts (You can use the canned chicken)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup chopped celery&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup Wing Sauce&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup of your choice of dressing - Ranch or Blue Cheese&lt;br /&gt;8 oz Cream Cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melt Cream Cheese in a serving bowl&lt;br /&gt;After cream cheese is soft add all the other ingredients&lt;br /&gt;Put all back in the microwave and heat on high for about 2 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can serve with crackers or tostitos or take the rest of celery sticks and cut into serving sticks around the bowl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-4445854507405824772?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/4445854507405824772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=4445854507405824772&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/4445854507405824772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/4445854507405824772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/02/buffalo-chicken-dip.html' title='Buffalo Chicken Dip'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-1224501581864274152</id><published>2010-02-01T15:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T10:43:34.752-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Orzo Stuffed Peppers</title><content type='html'>This one I got from my friend Tina. Since we work together we are always bringing each other new things we have cooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this recipe - and get requests for it often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 28 ounce can Italian tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 zucchini, grated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup grated romano or parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup extra-virgin olive oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 cloves of minced garlic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon black pepper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 cups chicken broth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 cups orzo (rice-shaped pasta - I use Barilla)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Sweet Bell Peppers (Red, Orange, Yellow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat the oven to 400 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour the tomatoes into a large bowl and break apart using a pair of kitchen shears or your finger tips. Add the zucchini, cheese, olive oil, garlic, salt and pepper. Stir to combine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, bring the chicken broth to a boil in a medium sauce pan over high heat. Add the orzo and cook for 4 minutes. The orzo should be only partially cooked. Use a strainer over a 3 quart baking dish and let the broth drain into the baking dish. Put the orzo into the bowl with the vegetable mix and combine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slice the tops off the peppers and remove all the ribs and seeds. Cut a very thin slice from the base to help the peppers stand up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Place the peppers in the baking dish with the warm chicken broth. Spoon the orzo mixture into the peppers. If you have extra mix place it in a corningware to bake - or freeze in a tupperware for next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover the dish with the peppers with foil and bake for 45 minutes. Remove the foil and sprinkle the top of each pepper with cheese and continue baking until the cheese is golden, about 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bake the "left-over" stuffing for 30 minutes if I am serving it with the peppers. Sort of an extra portion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-1224501581864274152?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/1224501581864274152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=1224501581864274152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/1224501581864274152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/1224501581864274152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/02/orzo-stuffed-peppers.html' title='Orzo Stuffed Peppers'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-3541426235561473516</id><published>2010-02-01T14:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:11:52.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Recipe Week - Grilled Pepper Focaccia</title><content type='html'>I thought it would be fun to share some of my favorite recipe's that I have received from my friends over time.  We all have our own specialties and things that none of the rest of us even attempt to make - but these are things I have asked them to share with me and have now become a regular in my "rotation" - I hope you enjoy them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grilled Bell Pepper Focaccia - (This one is actually one I had at a Pampered Chef Party and modified a little)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 each - medium red, yellow and orange pepper - sliced into 1/2 inch strips&lt;br /&gt;1 medium onion sliced into 1/4 inch strips&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup pitted, ripe olives drained and chopped&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon Italian Seasoning&lt;br /&gt;1 garlic clove diced&lt;br /&gt;1 Pillsbury Pizza Crust&lt;br /&gt;1 cup mozzarella&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup (2 ounces) of grated parmesan cheese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preheat oven to 400 degrees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slice Peppers and Onions&lt;br /&gt;Sautee Peppers and Onions with a little Olive Oil in a frying pan - don't let them get too soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a rectangle pampered chef stone (floured) roll out the pillsbury dough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle 1/2 the mozzarella onto the pizza dough&lt;br /&gt;Top with grilled peppers and onion mix&lt;br /&gt;Spread olives over peppers&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkle the rest of the mozzarella and parmesan cheese on top of the peppers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bake for 22-25 minutes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cut into squares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually use this as an appetizer - but I have also used it as a meal for me, Joe and my mom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-3541426235561473516?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/3541426235561473516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=3541426235561473516&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/3541426235561473516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/3541426235561473516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/02/recipe-week-grilled-pepper-focaccia.html' title='Recipe Week - Grilled Pepper Focaccia'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-1486064208853171836</id><published>2010-01-17T20:27:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T08:27:05.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love of the game....</title><content type='html'>For the better part of this football season we have been watching games with our friends Daryl &amp;amp; Andre...we have Direct TV and the football package and we really wanted to make the most of it. Andre is off every Sunday and Daryl is off some. Thrown in the mix have been our weekly calls with Tom to discuss all the games for that weekend - and the occasional larger crowd on Sunday's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key info - Me &amp;amp; Joe - VIKINGS FANS - Andre - JETS Fan - Daryl - GIANTS Fan - Tom &amp;amp; Lisa - COWBOYS FANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all suited up each weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend was full throttle all out football for us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom &amp;amp; Lisa live in Havelock but all week we have been receiving text messages from Tom about the Cowboys/Vikings Game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andre called a few days ago and said even though I would be out at a mother/son event with Joseph's school him and Daryl were coming to the house to watch the game with Joe and they would have dinner here for when Joseph and I got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day started with the entire Marsicano Family suited up for church - Farve, Allen and Peterson Jersey's...then before Joseph and I even left the house the score was 7-3 Vikings and I had screamed myself into a headache!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received text after text with score and play updates...I even received a "good game" text from Tom while I was out. Joseph and I made it home for the second half of the J E T S Game - I was thrilled to have some more screaming to do. (OK so I do have male like tendencies when watching football)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very excited that both the VIKINGS AND JETS are going to Championship Games next week and we will ALL be thrilled if one of them goes to the Superbowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prep for next Sunday has already begun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time here are a few shots of us during football season and the house when we prep for games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S1SFvMSGLII/AAAAAAAAAsM/YV8xWldpYxo/s1600-h/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428110496685763714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S1SFvMSGLII/AAAAAAAAAsM/YV8xWldpYxo/s320/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rashad and Peterson Jersey's hanging from the surround sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S1SFvVt0m_I/AAAAAAAAAsU/WJc7OJJv74A/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428110499217972210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S1SFvVt0m_I/AAAAAAAAAsU/WJc7OJJv74A/s320/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S1SFv6MqctI/AAAAAAAAAsc/UVDUeXzWaKU/s1600-h/DSC_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428110509011006162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S1SFv6MqctI/AAAAAAAAAsc/UVDUeXzWaKU/s320/DSC_0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The blow up chair with speakers so the action is right in your ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S1SFwLWWc4I/AAAAAAAAAsk/iwuBCwOqAFA/s1600-h/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428110513615041410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S1SFwLWWc4I/AAAAAAAAAsk/iwuBCwOqAFA/s320/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The count down clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S1SFwX0oUnI/AAAAAAAAAss/iNULU6_MYbg/s1600-h/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428110516963267186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S1SFwX0oUnI/AAAAAAAAAss/iNULU6_MYbg/s320/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Big Alex gave us this candle and we didn't light it until just before the game this past Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S1SGIQosBCI/AAAAAAAAAs0/voHyfThfp4U/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428110927350989858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S1SGIQosBCI/AAAAAAAAAs0/voHyfThfp4U/s320/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Team Throw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S1WrF-av0cI/AAAAAAAAAs8/1GqnhdsLAWg/s1600-h/Andre+%26+Daryl+Football.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428433045007880642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S1WrF-av0cI/AAAAAAAAAs8/1GqnhdsLAWg/s320/Andre+%26+Daryl+Football.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Andre &amp;amp; Daryl supporting their respective teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S1WrGB8yhsI/AAAAAAAAAtE/3v3176uca5M/s1600-h/Re+%26+Andre+Football.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428433045955970754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S1WrGB8yhsI/AAAAAAAAAtE/3v3176uca5M/s320/Re+%26+Andre+Football.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sporting the 2 winning teams gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S1WrGsE86oI/AAAAAAAAAtM/03kA6NFSP1w/s1600-h/Team+Marsicano.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428433057264495234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S1WrGsE86oI/AAAAAAAAAtM/03kA6NFSP1w/s320/Team+Marsicano.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Team Marsicano...all about AD.&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;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/2511753560841035276-1486064208853171836?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/1486064208853171836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=1486064208853171836&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/1486064208853171836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/1486064208853171836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-love-of-game.html' title='For the love of the game....'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S1SFvMSGLII/AAAAAAAAAsM/YV8xWldpYxo/s72-c/DSC_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-4930586816085101142</id><published>2010-01-17T12:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T12:54:57.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember these things about prayer...</title><content type='html'>Prayer is your highest appeal, not your last resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we seek the Lord together, it multiplies our power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is a conversation in the courts of a King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build your prayer on the solid foundation of God's Sovereignty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you do, don't build your case based on what you think you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Build a case based on God's agenda, not your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind God of what He's done for others and what He's promised to do for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't always pray for God to make things better...pray for Him to make you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BOLDER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect God to move in response to your prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are going to ask, be ready to act.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-4930586816085101142?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/4930586816085101142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=4930586816085101142&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/4930586816085101142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/4930586816085101142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/01/remember-these-things-about-prayer.html' title='Remember these things about prayer...'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-6340743715166848015</id><published>2010-01-13T09:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T10:13:17.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Sitting for Toby</title><content type='html'>My brother Danny has no children, his pets are his children.  Until about 6 months ago he had 3 dogs and 2 cats.  2 of the dogs have gone to Heaven, so he is down to one dog (Toby) and the 2 cats.  I have been there with him when the dogs passed and it was heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since we were LITTLE my brother has been a Dr. Doolittle of sorts.  He loves animals and would spend hours training our dogs to do tricks or just playing with them.  He once stood out in our yard with his finger in the air whistling for a parakeet that had gotten out of his cage and in turn out of the house - he was out there for hours just hoping he would fly home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Christmas my brother went to NY, he asked us if we would dog sit for Toby at our house.  We normally take care of the dogs for him, but at his house.  Since there is only one dog now he didn't want Toby to be home alone for such an extended period of time.  We agreed to keep him and thought it would be a good way to teach Danielle and Joseph all the responsibility of having a pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby came on 12/23 - with a milk crate full of food, snacks, toys etc...  as well as 2 nice dog beds.  Sort of like someone dropping their very young child off for a weekend.  We listened closely to all the instructions (there weren't many) and were all set to be the best dog sitters ever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby is a young playful dog and we loved having him.  HOWEVER being in my brother's care has certainly spoiled him, a few examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to carry him up and down the stairs in the house as well as the steps into the yard...apparently his paws were not used to our carpet or wood steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried oh at least 3 or 4 different plates, bowls etc... to get him to eat (my brother had forgotten his plates)  He really didn't care for them and was not eating much.  We even put his dry food right on our leather couch and he did eat from there - apparently his tongue is use to the finer things in life and my styrofoam plate was not cutting it.  After 2 days my mom went to my brothers house and got the dogs plates (seemed like CHINA to me) so that he would eat!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would take his dog treat from the kitchen into the dining room and rest in on the area rug in there - not sure if he wanted to be formal or if being on the rug was more comfortable for the little prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time my brother would call to check on Toby he would be hysterical laughing at how this little dog had us doing all these things for him.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was actually a lot of fun to have the dog - the kids loved playing with him and he really was no trouble at all, high maintenance, but no trouble...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S03gHRtEuuI/AAAAAAAAAr0/NLen5LdVzuw/s1600-h/Toby+in+family+room.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S03gHRtEuuI/AAAAAAAAAr0/NLen5LdVzuw/s320/Toby+in+family+room.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426239541667478242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Toby in our family room on Christmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S03gHtFiBXI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Zd0YRCQL6vE/s1600-h/Toby+on+couch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S03gHtFiBXI/AAAAAAAAAr8/Zd0YRCQL6vE/s320/Toby+on+couch.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426239549017818482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toby on the couch on Christmas Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S03i0k8BB4I/AAAAAAAAAsE/RXRXT6f5O4M/s1600-h/Toby%27s+Dish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S03i0k8BB4I/AAAAAAAAAsE/RXRXT6f5O4M/s320/Toby%27s+Dish.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426242518947792770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fine china he prefers to eat from&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-6340743715166848015?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/6340743715166848015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=6340743715166848015&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6340743715166848015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6340743715166848015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/01/dog-sitting-for-toby.html' title='Dog Sitting for Toby'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S03gHRtEuuI/AAAAAAAAAr0/NLen5LdVzuw/s72-c/Toby+in+family+room.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-698001897186747723</id><published>2010-01-11T01:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T10:35:26.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Family Christmas</title><content type='html'>Knowing we would be hosting 28 people on Christmas Eve, Joe and I decided to plan for a quiet Christmas Day. It would be us, Danielle, Joseph and my mom. Joe's mom spent the night also but went home before lunch on Christmas Day to get ready for company she was expecting. So our kids woke up with both of their grandmothers to open their presents with - the first and most important gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0psQ4ZsHNI/AAAAAAAAArM/5-gLEfmYB5E/s1600-h/DSC_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425267738395024594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0psQ4ZsHNI/AAAAAAAAArM/5-gLEfmYB5E/s320/DSC_0116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Danielle just had her room redone and this was a lamp she got to match the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0psRM6_38I/AAAAAAAAArU/UWzPnSbcUVE/s1600-h/DSC_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425267743903440834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0psRM6_38I/AAAAAAAAArU/UWzPnSbcUVE/s320/DSC_0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joseph with a "big" football. And he was ready to go right outside and play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0psRmv41iI/AAAAAAAAArc/9uCETj_dSp8/s1600-h/DSC_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425267750836164130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0psRmv41iI/AAAAAAAAArc/9uCETj_dSp8/s320/DSC_0133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nerf dart tag!!! We all have a good time with this gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After opening gifts we all had a big breakfast together and then started opening and helping with any toys or games that needed batteries. &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;When Joe got back from taking his mom home we went to the movies to see the new Alvin and The Chipmunks. For me the first one was better but the kids thought it was cute.&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;Since it was just the 5 of us for dinner I was able to use my Christmas China and we ate in the dining room. We do use our dining room often but there are usually so many people that there is an adult table and a kids table so for Danielle and Joseph this was a BIG treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0psSfRYQRI/AAAAAAAAArs/FOl4iAkbErM/s1600-h/DSC_0136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425267766009020690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0psSfRYQRI/AAAAAAAAArs/FOl4iAkbErM/s320/DSC_0136.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is a shot of my china. Joe's Uncle bought it for us years ago and we have service for 8. When he gave it to us he told us he wanted all of us to be able to think of him each time we set the table with these plates. (Both of my sister-in-laws got sets as well) And a few years back my mom expanded the set for us by getting us all of the serving platters and bowls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0psSNXkQQI/AAAAAAAAArk/xOg6ugO3KEI/s1600-h/DSC_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425267761203134722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0psSNXkQQI/AAAAAAAAArk/xOg6ugO3KEI/s320/DSC_0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the table right before we sat down. We let the kids drink their soda from the wine glasses and they were so excited!!! Little Joe made a toast - Here is to the first time we are using all of this fancy stuff and eating in the dinning room!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The little things in life....we also decided that for Birthday's, Anniversaries and other special occasions we will make a point of using the dining room and the "good" plates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a wonderful 2 days at our house and I hope it was at yours as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt; &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/2511753560841035276-698001897186747723?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/698001897186747723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=698001897186747723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/698001897186747723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/698001897186747723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-family-christmas.html' title='Our Family Christmas'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0psQ4ZsHNI/AAAAAAAAArM/5-gLEfmYB5E/s72-c/DSC_0116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-3749752648709695652</id><published>2010-01-09T12:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T17:52:59.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Family Christmas</title><content type='html'>For both mine and Joe's family, Christmas Eve is the day/night to celebrate the Christmas Holiday. This year it was our turn to host the celebration. My brother and Matt went to NY but everyone else came - so in total we had 27 family members and then we got a very pleasant surprise when Alissa (Amber &amp;amp; Alex's sister) came to join us - so the final number was 28.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the early stages I was thinking, wow, how are we going to do this...then I decided during the first week of December that I was going to have a great Christmas and I was not going to stress out and I focused on how blessed we are to have such large families - who love each other and can get together like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone helped by cooking, baking, providing beverages etc... so the work load was not completely on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes it was a perfect night. We had all 15 of our nieces and nephews, our siblings, our moms and our 2 children all under one roof having a great time. The kids range in age from 3 to 17 and they all get along well and enjoy "hanging out" with each other. Same for the adults - only our age range is a little different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe gave me my new camera before everyone came over...I certainly made the most of it. However, somehow there is no picture of me, Joe and the kids and while I managed to get the cousins by family I did not get one shot with all 17 kids. NEXT TIME!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0duLq8WY0I/AAAAAAAAAqE/2VdmC9GygN8/s1600-h/Dinner+Set+up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424425422976082754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0duLq8WY0I/AAAAAAAAAqE/2VdmC9GygN8/s320/Dinner+Set+up.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We moved our living room furniture so we could all eat on the same side of the house and not be separated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0duL0Nb7JI/AAAAAAAAAqM/eeLM8UBYn2Q/s1600-h/Regina%27s+Family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424425425463667858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0duL0Nb7JI/AAAAAAAAAqM/eeLM8UBYn2Q/s320/Regina%27s+Family.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve, Regina, Christina, Kayla and Brianna (Joe's brother &amp;amp; family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0duMRZx3dI/AAAAAAAAAqU/vE9uEKv800U/s1600-h/Quinn+Family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424425433300065746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0duMRZx3dI/AAAAAAAAAqU/vE9uEKv800U/s320/Quinn+Family.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmie, Maria, Taylor &amp;amp; Blake (Joe's sister &amp;amp; family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0duMjT42AI/AAAAAAAAAqc/zCOPirWisGo/s1600-h/Pattie%27s+Family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424425438107195394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0duMjT42AI/AAAAAAAAAqc/zCOPirWisGo/s320/Pattie%27s+Family.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan, Pattie, Devin, Isaiah, Mackenzie, Noah &amp;amp; Logan (My sister and her family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0duNC_4SgI/AAAAAAAAAqk/OEHz1x03L1A/s1600-h/Colleen%27s+Family.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424425446613207554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0duNC_4SgI/AAAAAAAAAqk/OEHz1x03L1A/s320/Colleen%27s+Family.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robert, Colleen, Taylor, Amber &amp;amp; Alex (My sister and her family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0duo9usVPI/AAAAAAAAAq0/A4AyftL-xDM/s1600-h/Marsicano%27s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424425926235280626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0duo9usVPI/AAAAAAAAAq0/A4AyftL-xDM/s320/Marsicano%27s.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All The Marsicano kids&lt;br /&gt;Back row: Christina, Kayla, Taylor, Blake&lt;br /&gt;Front row: Danielle, Joseph, Brianna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0duos9XAwI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Wf8lY4zeCFg/s1600-h/Corbett%27s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424425921733395202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0duos9XAwI/AAAAAAAAAqs/Wf8lY4zeCFg/s320/Corbett%27s.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All The Corbett Kids&lt;br /&gt;Back Row: Isaiah, Devin, Taylor&lt;br /&gt;Middle Row: Mackenzie, Amber, Danielle, Joseph&lt;br /&gt;Front Row: Noah, Alex and Logan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0dupOJdovI/AAAAAAAAAq8/i1YsZ-wF7_I/s1600-h/The+room+before....JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424425930642531058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0dupOJdovI/AAAAAAAAAq8/i1YsZ-wF7_I/s320/The+room+before....JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our family room "before"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0dupdDe-JI/AAAAAAAAArE/Ks0rSVPRRLw/s1600-h/Time+for+presents.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424425934643984530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0dupdDe-JI/AAAAAAAAArE/Ks0rSVPRRLw/s320/Time+for+presents.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids during the gift exchange&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-3749752648709695652?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/3749752648709695652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=3749752648709695652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/3749752648709695652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/3749752648709695652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/01/big-family-christmas.html' title='Big Family Christmas'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0duLq8WY0I/AAAAAAAAAqE/2VdmC9GygN8/s72-c/Dinner+Set+up.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-1152829803507007756</id><published>2010-01-08T08:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T09:15:26.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>I had not intended to take such a long break from blogging but I guess I got caught up in the Holiday's and we traveled to see friends for the New Year etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am ready to get back at it and share with you the awesome Holiday Season we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day I will give a little story of what my favorite moments were with some photos to illustrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I received an AWESOME Christmas gift from Joe this year (even though we were not supposed to exchange gifts!!!) He got me a Nikon 3000 Camera!!! Those closest to me understand this is the best gift ever for me - I am never without my camera and I really do my best to capture our life and our families and friends lives on film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first story I would like to share with you is about my nephew Isaiah. Isaiah is 13 - he will be 14 on Easter Sunday. On Christmas Eve both sides of our families came to our house for a celebration!!! (28 people in total...a whole other post) Each kid received one gift from another kid in the family and adults did not have a gift exchange. Well Isaiah decided he would "make" gifts for the adults - he is very artistic and loves to draw, act, dance etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shots show you the gift that Joe and I received from him - each couple got one and my mom and mother-in-law each got their own. I hope you see that the gift itself is not elaborate - but the time it must have taken him to make 7 of these is what I thought was heart warming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0c6dbdQozI/AAAAAAAAApk/FLg63MRDgVQ/s1600-h/Bag+from+Isaiah+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424368553452151602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0c6dbdQozI/AAAAAAAAApk/FLg63MRDgVQ/s320/Bag+from+Isaiah+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He hand decorated this bag and added the ribbon and bow and stickers on his own...no two bags were alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0c6dNetOnI/AAAAAAAAApc/UEhm4cSv85g/s1600-h/Bag+from+Isaiah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424368549700123250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0c6dNetOnI/AAAAAAAAApc/UEhm4cSv85g/s320/Bag+from+Isaiah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0c6c-dUsKI/AAAAAAAAApU/z3V0iW0hK14/s1600-h/Bag+of+Stuff+from+Isaiah.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424368545667788962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0c6c-dUsKI/AAAAAAAAApU/z3V0iW0hK14/s320/Bag+of+Stuff+from+Isaiah.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the bag was a Starbucks beverage, 2 packages of hot cocoa and 2 pieces of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0c6cocR4aI/AAAAAAAAApM/URr1wtOHIYo/s1600-h/Bag+of+Stuff+from+Isaiah+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424368539757830562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0c6cocR4aI/AAAAAAAAApM/URr1wtOHIYo/s320/Bag+of+Stuff+from+Isaiah+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our bag is safely tucked away in a memory box that I keep all the things our nieces and nephews made for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope he continues to realize that the dollar value of a gift is not important - it is the thought behind it.&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;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/2511753560841035276-1152829803507007756?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/1152829803507007756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=1152829803507007756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/1152829803507007756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/1152829803507007756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2010/01/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/S0c6dbdQozI/AAAAAAAAApk/FLg63MRDgVQ/s72-c/Bag+from+Isaiah+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-5042457836494875766</id><published>2009-12-13T17:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:01:07.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Expansion</title><content type='html'>My mom's grandchildren through the years...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SyVvhBPmgkI/AAAAAAAAApE/gZBBy8gU3kI/s1600-h/DSCN1900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414856740043129410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SyVvhBPmgkI/AAAAAAAAApE/gZBBy8gU3kI/s320/DSCN1900.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas 1999 - Devin, Isaiah, Amber, Mackenzie &amp;amp; Danielle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SyVvgkpgCMI/AAAAAAAAAo8/coab-mkAB5I/s1600-h/DSCN1903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414856732367128770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SyVvgkpgCMI/AAAAAAAAAo8/coab-mkAB5I/s320/DSCN1903.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas 2002 - Devin, Isaiah, Amber, Mackenzie, Danielle &amp;amp; Joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SyVvgJhsS4I/AAAAAAAAAo0/uxoiyinbopA/s1600-h/DSCN1905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414856725086620546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SyVvgJhsS4I/AAAAAAAAAo0/uxoiyinbopA/s320/DSCN1905.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas 2005 - Devin, Isaiah, Amber, Mackenzie, Danielle, Joseph, Noah &amp;amp; Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SyVvfgJNtAI/AAAAAAAAAos/zxdZ0kQcEdQ/s1600-h/DSCN1904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414856713978098690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SyVvfgJNtAI/AAAAAAAAAos/zxdZ0kQcEdQ/s320/DSCN1904.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas 2006 - Devin, Isaiah, Amber, Mackenzie, Danielle, Joseph, Noah, Alex &amp;amp; Logan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas 2009 will bring us the addition of Taylor (Robert's son) and we are looking forward to Christmas 2010 when Bella will be 9 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make a trip to the ornament stand next year at this time and HOPE there is something big enough for all Nana's Grandkids...and I will also hope this is the last of the expansion!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-5042457836494875766?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/5042457836494875766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=5042457836494875766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5042457836494875766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5042457836494875766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2009/12/expansion.html' title='Expansion'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SyVvhBPmgkI/AAAAAAAAApE/gZBBy8gU3kI/s72-c/DSCN1900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-2055533741988108962</id><published>2009-12-08T08:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T19:42:08.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Birthday Wishes</title><content type='html'>Happy 4th Birthday to Alexander John Delemo the TURD!!!  Love you babe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/Sx5OpUzL8ZI/AAAAAAAAAok/LKiyDSHY9xs/s1600-h/DSCN1679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/Sx5OpUzL8ZI/AAAAAAAAAok/LKiyDSHY9xs/s320/DSCN1679.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412850274010919314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/Sx5OowMOMxI/AAAAAAAAAoc/_P0a3n0rMzc/s1600-h/DSCN1678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/Sx5OowMOMxI/AAAAAAAAAoc/_P0a3n0rMzc/s320/DSCN1678.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412850264183812882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/Sx5OoUH3rhI/AAAAAAAAAoU/_hU5sfQqRrg/s1600-h/DSCN1667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/Sx5OoUH3rhI/AAAAAAAAAoU/_hU5sfQqRrg/s320/DSCN1667.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412850256649367058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/Sx5On3Dw-7I/AAAAAAAAAoM/742Rq1OCUKM/s1600-h/DSCN1657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/Sx5On3Dw-7I/AAAAAAAAAoM/742Rq1OCUKM/s320/DSCN1657.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412850248847522738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-2055533741988108962?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/2055533741988108962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=2055533741988108962&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/2055533741988108962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/2055533741988108962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-birthday-wishes.html' title='More Birthday Wishes'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/Sx5OpUzL8ZI/AAAAAAAAAok/LKiyDSHY9xs/s72-c/DSCN1679.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-5974889785100210347</id><published>2009-12-07T14:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T14:13:22.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today is my &lt;a href="http://colleencorbett.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;baby sisters&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;birthday!!! It is not any special number, but I feel it could possibly be one of her best birthday's ever. Her life has changed dramatically for the better over the past 2 years and deservingly so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is newlywed, expecting a baby and working in a pre-school which is something she loves to do. All of the pieces have fallen into place for her - and it warms my heart to see it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Colly - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and I hope you have an AWESOME day!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/Sx1To3tcbyI/AAAAAAAAAn8/RrZAKp8UkBg/s1600-h/Colly+%26+Me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412574288783634210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/Sx1To3tcbyI/AAAAAAAAAn8/RrZAKp8UkBg/s320/Colly+%26+Me.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/2511753560841035276-5974889785100210347?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/5974889785100210347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=5974889785100210347&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5974889785100210347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5974889785100210347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2009/12/birthday-wishes.html' title='Birthday Wishes'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/Sx1To3tcbyI/AAAAAAAAAn8/RrZAKp8UkBg/s72-c/Colly+%26+Me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-4294418641195587010</id><published>2009-12-01T13:33:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T13:51:51.374-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Opportunity</title><content type='html'>Lots of you know that about 6 months ago I decided to enter the world of travel as an agent. I work for Dream Makers Vacation Services, they are one of the top selling agencies in the United States. The owner, Amy, has won a very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;prestigious&lt;/span&gt; award - The STAR Award - from Sandals/Beaches Resorts. The awards will be presented at Beaches Turks and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caicos&lt;/span&gt; on Friday, December 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. Amy has invited me as her guest!!! This will be an amazing experience for me - I will be somewhere I have never been with one of the most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;knowledgeable&lt;/span&gt; agents in the business and we will be treated like royalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As someone who has been to Sandals several different times I can say with 100% certainty that they know how to treat their guests and I am sure they will be pulling out all the stops for this party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am leaving tomorrow morning and will back late on Saturday. I am looking forward to sharing my experiences with all of you so you can learn all about this fantastic resort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SxVj75pVIfI/AAAAAAAAAnM/KJDOQuPseaM/s1600/sail-boats.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410340408093123058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SxVj75pVIfI/AAAAAAAAAnM/KJDOQuPseaM/s320/sail-boats.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SxVlffEjQjI/AAAAAAAAAn0/z3ZujUL0dxM/s1600/from-our-room-3523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410342118946456114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SxVlffEjQjI/AAAAAAAAAn0/z3ZujUL0dxM/s320/from-our-room-3523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SxVj8DB34MI/AAAAAAAAAnU/96LCDZD6Nl8/s1600/endless-beach.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410340410611982530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SxVj8DB34MI/AAAAAAAAAnU/96LCDZD6Nl8/s320/endless-beach.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SxVj8bt_GPI/AAAAAAAAAnk/LxDDK4evYRU/s1600/sunset-on-11-10-09.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410340417239455986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SxVj8bt_GPI/AAAAAAAAAnk/LxDDK4evYRU/s320/sunset-on-11-10-09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SxVj83ROZyI/AAAAAAAAAns/z_78knsFZb0/s1600/New+Agent+Email+-+Marie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410340424635016994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SxVj83ROZyI/AAAAAAAAAns/z_78knsFZb0/s320/New+Agent+Email+-+Marie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;div&gt;&lt;/div&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;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/2511753560841035276-4294418641195587010?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/4294418641195587010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=4294418641195587010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/4294418641195587010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/4294418641195587010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2009/12/amazing-opportunity.html' title='Amazing Opportunity'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SxVj75pVIfI/AAAAAAAAAnM/KJDOQuPseaM/s72-c/sail-boats.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-7353031850731620358</id><published>2009-11-25T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T10:06:15.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Thankful</title><content type='html'>For my husband who has not one chauvinistic bone in his body. We are truly a team in all aspects of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my husband who is willing to work so hard around our house - he is an amazing painter, carpenter, landscaper, you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my husband who gives his free time to our children willingly and without complaints or regrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have mother who runs all over Charlotte for her kids and grandkids and does so effortlessly and tirelessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the pure hearts that Danielle and Joseph have. They love God and are living life in a way He would want them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every minute I have with Joe, Danielle and Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every in-law that I have. They are MY family and I love them dearly. 22 years later I can not imagine my life without them in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Colleen and Robert will be blessed with a healthy little girl in March 2010 after the scare we all had early on in the pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That a year ago I reached out to a dear friend and made peace when it needed to be made. So glad to have that family back in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That at 40 I realize so, so much of the small stuff is just that - small stuff. People are what is important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an amazing circle of friends that are always, always there when I/we need them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I am seeing my family and extended family move closer to God on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of the very small things I may take for granted when life gets hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just about all of the traditions we had as kids are still with us and important to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-7353031850731620358?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/7353031850731620358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=7353031850731620358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/7353031850731620358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/7353031850731620358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-thankful.html' title='I Am Thankful'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-6097608518723548158</id><published>2009-11-21T07:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T16:54:58.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I am a lucky mom - my kids &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to shop and we always have a great time in the mall. Here are a few shots from our recent trip to the Myrtle Beach Outlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SwbBg8UQcfI/AAAAAAAAAm8/PZSFclunrDM/s1600/Sis+Shopping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406221174395924978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SwbBg8UQcfI/AAAAAAAAAm8/PZSFclunrDM/s320/Sis+Shopping.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Trying on Hats to wear to the Michael Jackson Movie....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SwbBhJo1jpI/AAAAAAAAAnE/yhyjaqizQ3g/s1600/Joe+Shopping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406221177971904146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SwbBhJo1jpI/AAAAAAAAAnE/yhyjaqizQ3g/s320/Joe+Shopping.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New Shades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-6097608518723548158?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/6097608518723548158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=6097608518723548158&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6097608518723548158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6097608518723548158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2009/11/shopping.html' title='Shopping'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SwbBg8UQcfI/AAAAAAAAAm8/PZSFclunrDM/s72-c/Sis+Shopping.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-8726106062255981610</id><published>2009-11-19T10:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T10:27:20.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Loves A Pirate</title><content type='html'>Our family could be considered HUGE Disney fans....so of course Captain Jack Sparrow is loved in our house.  If I told you how long it took for me to sit down and watch the first Pirates of the Caribbean Movie you would say "really?" - I mean honestly it never appealed to me.  BUT after the first one, I was hooked and immediately watched the second and went out to get the third.  Today I heard there will be a 4th Pirates movie!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also very lucky to have my own personal pirate who I get to see whenever Captain Jack is not on screen....he really is cuter too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SwVifzoA5xI/AAAAAAAAAm0/pAV6iSwXN8M/s1600/Captain+Jack.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405835226301654802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SwVifzoA5xI/AAAAAAAAAm0/pAV6iSwXN8M/s320/Captain+Jack.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Original Captain Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SwVifh5opgI/AAAAAAAAAms/HytpP74ZK7g/s1600/Alex+the+Pirate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405835221543724546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SwVifh5opgI/AAAAAAAAAms/HytpP74ZK7g/s320/Alex+the+Pirate.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His adorable competition - Captain Alex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SwVifWrsMvI/AAAAAAAAAmk/vuDs9PueVew/s1600/Alex+the+mean+pirate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405835218532446962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SwVifWrsMvI/AAAAAAAAAmk/vuDs9PueVew/s320/Alex+the+mean+pirate.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be a mean pirate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SwVifOUMOsI/AAAAAAAAAmc/vNy0ofdzsac/s1600/Alex+Pirate+%26+Re-Re.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405835216286399170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SwVifOUMOsI/AAAAAAAAAmc/vNy0ofdzsac/s320/Alex+Pirate+%26+Re-Re.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capturing Re-Re&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He really is cuter, isn't he???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-8726106062255981610?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/8726106062255981610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=8726106062255981610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/8726106062255981610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/8726106062255981610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2009/11/everyone-loves-pirate.html' title='Everyone Loves A Pirate'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SwVifzoA5xI/AAAAAAAAAm0/pAV6iSwXN8M/s72-c/Captain+Jack.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-6633544955240948634</id><published>2009-11-16T17:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:29:03.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Logan's 3rd Birthday</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday my entire family gathered at my sister Pattie's house to celebrate her "baby's" 3rd Birthday.  Logan had a blast - he loved being the star of the day.  He loves Diego and somehow my sister talked me into making his cake - I am by no means as good as my sister-in-law Regina is - but at least the kids recognized who it was!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the Birthday Boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SwHW5S4qmrI/AAAAAAAAAls/4_hrDjqJqpU/s1600/DSCN1567.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404837307631704754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SwHW5S4qmrI/AAAAAAAAAls/4_hrDjqJqpU/s320/DSCN1567.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks so sweet and innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SwHW5kh83-I/AAAAAAAAAl0/yJ1QqA7Q61w/s1600/DSCN1584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404837312368271330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SwHW5kh83-I/AAAAAAAAAl0/yJ1QqA7Q61w/s320/DSCN1584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is starting to enjoy his cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SwHW5xFGUWI/AAAAAAAAAl8/v9AaQwpnPKs/s1600/DSCN1591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404837315736916322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SwHW5xFGUWI/AAAAAAAAAl8/v9AaQwpnPKs/s320/DSCN1591.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Colleen thought it would be funny to push his face into the cake on his plate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SwHW6IYrGGI/AAAAAAAAAmE/N5cB1Bp32KA/s1600/DSCN1592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404837321993033826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SwHW6IYrGGI/AAAAAAAAAmE/N5cB1Bp32KA/s320/DSCN1592.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan thought it was hilarious too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SwHY6Ha6hjI/AAAAAAAAAmU/leaE4XJiwWs/s1600/DSCN1561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SwHY6Ha6hjI/AAAAAAAAAmU/leaE4XJiwWs/s320/DSCN1561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404839520757253682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diego - you do recognize him, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2511753560841035276-6633544955240948634?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/6633544955240948634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=6633544955240948634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6633544955240948634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6633544955240948634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2009/11/logans-3rd-birthday.html' title='Logan&apos;s 3rd Birthday'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SwHW5S4qmrI/AAAAAAAAAls/4_hrDjqJqpU/s72-c/DSCN1567.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-8724730039161419065</id><published>2009-11-13T12:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:20:59.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunch Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/Sv2exxZ_RYI/AAAAAAAAAlk/xoKXuDwJKuU/s1600-h/Me+%26+Isaiah+Lunch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403649705827583362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/Sv2exxZ_RYI/AAAAAAAAAlk/xoKXuDwJKuU/s320/Me+%26+Isaiah+Lunch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My nephew Isaiah was Uptown today with his Dance Class at South Charlotte Middle School to see a performance at the Booth Playhouse.  He called me earlier in the week to see if I wanted to meet up with him for lunch while he was up here.  I was so excited that even though he is in 8th grade he would want me to come!!!  He loved the performance and was so excited to talk to me about it.  He is such a detailed story teller that it was like I was there with him.  His friends were great too!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the best picture of me at all - but isn't he SO CUTE, oh I mean Handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with Isaiah - what a perfect way to start my weekend!!!&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/2511753560841035276-8724730039161419065?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/8724730039161419065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=8724730039161419065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/8724730039161419065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/8724730039161419065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2009/11/lunch-date.html' title='Lunch Date'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/Sv2exxZ_RYI/AAAAAAAAAlk/xoKXuDwJKuU/s72-c/Me+%26+Isaiah+Lunch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-5575569385858847048</id><published>2009-11-12T19:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T19:33:40.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love You Amber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SvyoRr3mtyI/AAAAAAAAAlc/-uPdEJg0bJU/s1600-h/DSCN1555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403378674724943650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SvyoRr3mtyI/AAAAAAAAAlc/-uPdEJg0bJU/s320/DSCN1555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of my favorite things to do is take pictures of my niece Amber (&lt;a href="http://www.colleencorbett.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Colleen's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daughter) when she is moody, unmatched, dissheveled, half asleep, just woke up....you get the idea!!! Then I use them as screen savers, bookmarks or just display them. We both always laugh about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the latest - from the moody category.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I love you babe!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/2511753560841035276-5575569385858847048?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/5575569385858847048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=5575569385858847048&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5575569385858847048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5575569385858847048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2009/11/love-you-amber.html' title='Love You Amber'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SvyoRr3mtyI/AAAAAAAAAlc/-uPdEJg0bJU/s72-c/DSCN1555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-4404895648521205800</id><published>2009-11-12T10:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T10:48:56.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Empire State of Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Most of you know that my family and Joe's family were born and raised in New York. Long Island to be exact. About 60 minutes from "The City."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in Charlotte for just over 11 years and I love it here and know this is the best place to be raising my kids. However, I will always be proud to be a "New Yorker." We are Italian and lots of things NY represent our heritage. I want to bring my kids to "The City" now that they are old enough to soak it all in, but still young enough to be AMAZED by all of it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to the radio this morning on my way into work and I heard the Jay Z/Alicia Keys song "Empire State of Mind" - some of the lyrics really got me thinking about New York and how blessed I was to live there for so long and how the lyrics are so representative of The City itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not going to post all the lyrics - just the chorus because that is what caught me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;New York&lt;br /&gt;Concrete jungle where dreams are made of&lt;br /&gt;There's nothin' you can't do&lt;br /&gt;Now you're in New York&lt;br /&gt;These streets will make you feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;Big lights will inspire you&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear it for New York, New York,&lt;br /&gt;New York&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you have been there you will know what I mean when I say the moment you come up from Penn Station you have an automatic adrenilyn rush and an unbelievable feeling of "I can do anything."  And that is basically what Alicia is saying here.&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/2511753560841035276-4404895648521205800?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/4404895648521205800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=4404895648521205800&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/4404895648521205800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/4404895648521205800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2009/11/empire-state-of-mind.html' title='Empire State of Mind'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-8126022317193537447</id><published>2009-10-27T08:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:13:40.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So grown up</title><content type='html'>As part of her birthday celebration Danielle and I had mother/daughter day on Sunday.  The four of us are always together and it is rare we have just two of us do something, so it is a big treat.  Joseph had a party and Joe - well it was Sunday and the Vikings were playing at 1:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of a party this year Danielle decided she wanted a "new, big girl" room.  Including paint, comforter, curtains etc...  Well we lucked out and got a great deal an a complete set and part of our time on Sunday was set to go to Lowes and pick out paint samples.  She was sooooooo cute picking out all different color cards and holding them up against her two throw pillows that we brought with us.  From there we went to Concord Mills to walk around.  As a treat she had her first Vanilla Latte from Starbucks!!!  Again when it is the four of us it is too expensive for us to go to Starbucks.  She was so excited to have a real Starbucks Cup to walk around with.  I had to take her picture with my camera phone!!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great day and I look forward to many, many more mother/daughter outings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SubqFQmf1MI/AAAAAAAAAlU/sHuBI-xQ4xE/s1600-h/Danielle+shopping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397258579526800578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SubqFQmf1MI/AAAAAAAAAlU/sHuBI-xQ4xE/s320/Danielle+shopping.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-8126022317193537447?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/8126022317193537447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=8126022317193537447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/8126022317193537447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/8126022317193537447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-grown-up.html' title='So grown up'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SubqFQmf1MI/AAAAAAAAAlU/sHuBI-xQ4xE/s72-c/Danielle+shopping.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-3904798842495788704</id><published>2009-10-21T13:41:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:07:36.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>October 21, 1999</title><content type='html'>10 years ago today Joe and I were blessed with our first child. Danielle Nicole. It is so hard for me to believe that she is 10 - I mean that is double digits!!! She has brought us so much joy over these 10 years. I have choked up several times already today as I was getting pictures ready to post here. Rather than start to ramble on about my little girl I decided to post 10 things I love about her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Her pure heart - she sees good in everyone and is non-judgmental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Her big eyes - she smiles with them and she doesn't even realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Her ability to laugh at herself. She knows life is not meant to be serious all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Her nurturing ways - all of the younger kids in our family go directly to Danielle because they know she will stop what she is doing and help them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Her sense of family - from the oldest generation to the youngest generation, she loves being with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Her selfless ways - she will help her peers anytime she can and she is never boastful about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Her sense of style - she will certainly never leave the house and embarass us by what she is wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Her beauty that comes from the inside - this goes back to her pure heart, she really doesn't have a mean bone in her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Her determination - she never gives up, she will try and try until she can do what she is trying to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Her laugh - listening to her and Joseph cracking up always reminds me how truly blessed I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9MV5veU4I/AAAAAAAAAiM/6QIZ95PauLk/s1600-h/82560001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395114817774048130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9MV5veU4I/AAAAAAAAAiM/6QIZ95PauLk/s320/82560001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Birth Announcement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9MWtQE7yI/AAAAAAAAAiU/T28qT3lbdN8/s1600-h/82560002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395114831601004322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9MWtQE7yI/AAAAAAAAAiU/T28qT3lbdN8/s320/82560002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Birth Announcement Picture - yes she is only 4 days old in this shot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9MW0NnUvI/AAAAAAAAAic/z4_hcmAKdCk/s1600-h/82560003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395114833469723378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9MW0NnUvI/AAAAAAAAAic/z4_hcmAKdCk/s320/82560003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her first Halloween. Our Pea in a Pod - with her friend Chase, the duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9MXrZLisI/AAAAAAAAAik/_klyxQqF0xA/s1600-h/82560004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395114848282184386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9MXrZLisI/AAAAAAAAAik/_klyxQqF0xA/s320/82560004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First Professional Picture and First Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9MYCvZX4I/AAAAAAAAAis/iMg4mpQlpz0/s1600-h/82560005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395114854549380994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9MYCvZX4I/AAAAAAAAAis/iMg4mpQlpz0/s320/82560005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christening Gown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9NTkpPVhI/AAAAAAAAAi0/xrf9PIxdCo4/s1600-h/82560006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395115877262644754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9NTkpPVhI/AAAAAAAAAi0/xrf9PIxdCo4/s320/82560006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy's Little Cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9OM_t_JMI/AAAAAAAAAi8/P-GJ_NTZy3g/s1600-h/82560007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395116863782855874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9OM_t_JMI/AAAAAAAAAi8/P-GJ_NTZy3g/s320/82560007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Apparently Colleen and Amber thought she was a toy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9ONHeJ2PI/AAAAAAAAAjE/AhWU1556O4w/s1600-h/82560008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395116865863932146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9ONHeJ2PI/AAAAAAAAAjE/AhWU1556O4w/s320/82560008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do you see the theme here....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9PTOsUP3I/AAAAAAAAAjM/JiK1Swmt-wk/s1600-h/82560009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395118070393225074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9PTOsUP3I/AAAAAAAAAjM/JiK1Swmt-wk/s320/82560009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One Year Old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9PTm3ByDI/AAAAAAAAAjU/yPpKFoCVNqw/s1600-h/82560010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395118076880603186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9PTm3ByDI/AAAAAAAAAjU/yPpKFoCVNqw/s320/82560010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First Pre School Picture - 2 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9PT2anylI/AAAAAAAAAjc/7Vdujy5cEq8/s1600-h/82560011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395118081056426578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9PT2anylI/AAAAAAAAAjc/7Vdujy5cEq8/s320/82560011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Very first dance recital - Broadway Baby - There have been 8 more since...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9Q3ZZUFII/AAAAAAAAAjk/0LotiEj5dQw/s1600-h/82560012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395119791253230722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9Q3ZZUFII/AAAAAAAAAjk/0LotiEj5dQw/s320/82560012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dressing up for New Year's Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9Q3kTGGPI/AAAAAAAAAjs/hZBt143kMlA/s1600-h/82560013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395119794179938546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9Q3kTGGPI/AAAAAAAAAjs/hZBt143kMlA/s320/82560013.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3rd Birthday - our Belle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9Q31TRJHI/AAAAAAAAAj0/esYQOOBNI-8/s1600-h/82560014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395119798744065138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9Q31TRJHI/AAAAAAAAAj0/esYQOOBNI-8/s320/82560014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gardening with Nana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9Q4SGA5pI/AAAAAAAAAj8/P-7ge7pqK5o/s1600-h/82560015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395119806473102994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9Q4SGA5pI/AAAAAAAAAj8/P-7ge7pqK5o/s320/82560015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My fashionista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9R31BmqeI/AAAAAAAAAkE/tjpMiXNZeKs/s1600-h/82560016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395120898181605858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9R31BmqeI/AAAAAAAAAkE/tjpMiXNZeKs/s320/82560016.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You see what I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9R4X61iYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/fyya_S5q0Dg/s1600-h/82560017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395120907548461442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9R4X61iYI/AAAAAAAAAkM/fyya_S5q0Dg/s320/82560017.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First Day of Kindergarten with Brianna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9Wa7J7QUI/AAAAAAAAAkU/diZGKzK2EQU/s1600-h/DSCN3030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395125899169055042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9Wa7J7QUI/AAAAAAAAAkU/diZGKzK2EQU/s320/DSCN3030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Father/Daughter Dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9W06W0BFI/AAAAAAAAAkc/X7E56dBxUdY/s1600-h/DSCN3459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395126345631269970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9W06W0BFI/AAAAAAAAAkc/X7E56dBxUdY/s320/DSCN3459.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First Communion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9XDvNSNsI/AAAAAAAAAkk/v-tmZsELSIg/s1600-h/DSCN3611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395126600336553666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9XDvNSNsI/AAAAAAAAAkk/v-tmZsELSIg/s320/DSCN3611.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Recital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9XP1XTfgI/AAAAAAAAAks/IoizbYJPG90/s1600-h/DSCN3616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395126808147623426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9XP1XTfgI/AAAAAAAAAks/IoizbYJPG90/s320/DSCN3616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First Hip Hop Performance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9X8EPNpxI/AAAAAAAAAk8/UgInI-GpXLg/s1600-h/DSCN0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395127568054462226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9X8EPNpxI/AAAAAAAAAk8/UgInI-GpXLg/s320/DSCN0095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Dance Competition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9Xo-b0YNI/AAAAAAAAAk0/-QP89w7XAPc/s1600-h/DSCN4288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395127240079204562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9Xo-b0YNI/AAAAAAAAAk0/-QP89w7XAPc/s320/DSCN4288.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting so grown up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9Yh0wv3YI/AAAAAAAAAlE/cnwit03pNC0/s1600-h/DSCN0755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395128216735178114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9Yh0wv3YI/AAAAAAAAAlE/cnwit03pNC0/s320/DSCN0755.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Recital 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9Yx-7dtoI/AAAAAAAAAlM/MY696-_wgMQ/s1600-h/DSCN1231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395128494342387330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9Yx-7dtoI/AAAAAAAAAlM/MY696-_wgMQ/s320/DSCN1231.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; First Day of School August 2009 - 4th Grade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danielle - I love you over the moon, around the sun, under the ocean and back to my heart. Mommy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/2511753560841035276-3904798842495788704?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/3904798842495788704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=3904798842495788704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/3904798842495788704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/3904798842495788704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-21-1999.html' title='October 21, 1999'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/St9MV5veU4I/AAAAAAAAAiM/6QIZ95PauLk/s72-c/82560001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-7330801584144901153</id><published>2009-10-13T13:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T13:11:16.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing to wear...really???</title><content type='html'>Last night I spent at least 2 hours in my closet - yes 2 HOURS.  Doing what, you ask?  I was moving clothes from my closet to the closet in the bonus room in preparation for the change in season, and therefore a change in wardrobe.  As I was walking up and down the hall carrying things back and forth I realized I have enough clothes to wear (with the exception of long sleeve tees) yet each morning I stand in the closet while I am getting ready for work and think to myself - "I have nothing to wear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does this happen to you?  Is it that I am tired of what I have, wish things fit differently, hold onto things in the hopes of they will look better when..., do I wish for more comfortable things instead of my work clothes?  I really don't know the answer - but I can tell you this - whatever I didn't wear over the summer will be donated.  It is wasteful to keep these things and never use them when there are so many people who REALLY NEED them.  I encourage you to do the same as you go through your closet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-7330801584144901153?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/7330801584144901153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=7330801584144901153&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/7330801584144901153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/7330801584144901153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2009/10/nothing-to-wearreally.html' title='Nothing to wear...really???'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-6353705813524115313</id><published>2009-10-09T12:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T13:00:13.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Come Out....</title><content type='html'>For a Yard Sale/Bake Sale/Cook Out at &lt;strong&gt;THE DANCE COMPANY&lt;/strong&gt;!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, October 10, 2009&lt;br /&gt;From 12:00 - 3:00&lt;br /&gt;The Dance Company&lt;br /&gt;5031 West WT Harris Blvd&lt;br /&gt;Suite D&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte, NC 28269&lt;br /&gt;704-909-7344&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danielle's Dance teacher, Miss Charyl, opened her own studio this year!!!  We are very, very excited for her and continually pray that her new venuture will go well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those who have seen Danielle perform know that Charyl is an amazing teacher and choreographer - BUT that is just a small piece of why we love her so and why we came with her to her new studio.  Charyl has an even more AMAZING heart - she truly loves the kids, wants what is best for them and will put a stage mom/dad in their place in a heart beat!!!  We love that she cares so much about each child that walks through her doors.  It is a great feeling to be able to leave Danielle there for HOURS and know she is in the best hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that know us, know that we do not just leave our kids ANYWHERE - but we would leave Danielle (and Joseph for that matter) with Charyl in a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sale is to raise funds for a new dance floor for the kids.  PLEASE come out and support the studio/Charyl/the kids if you can - we would love to see you there.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your child is interested in ballet, hip hop, tap, jazz or lyrical dancing CALL CHARYL - you will not be sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-6353705813524115313?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/6353705813524115313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=6353705813524115313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6353705813524115313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/6353705813524115313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2009/10/everyone-come-out.html' title='Everyone Come Out....'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-9001487251441723786</id><published>2009-09-30T07:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T07:48:21.005-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Quotes</title><content type='html'>When I hear something that really moves me, I write it down, commit it to memory, and do my best to requote it to others.  Here are a few of my favorites I have written down over the years:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ignore people who say it can't be done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Obstacles are those frightful things you see when you take your eyes off your goals."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What He allows us to suffer is matched by the grace He gives us to endure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe life is not measured by what you spend, but by what you spend time doing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God never calls you to give up something that He will not replace with an upgrade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Keep your eye on the prize."  (The back story to this one is hilarious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my hands down personal favorite - because my dad cut it out of a professional journal years ago - if I had to guess I would say at least 20 years ago and he wrote my name on it, I have it with me everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Goal setting unleashes one of the greatest powers in the universe.  If you aim at nothing, that is what you will hit; if you reach for the stars, certainly your feet will get off the ground!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-9001487251441723786?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/9001487251441723786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=9001487251441723786&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/9001487251441723786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/9001487251441723786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2009/09/favorite-quotes.html' title='Favorite Quotes'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2511753560841035276.post-5948500870218215925</id><published>2009-09-24T00:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T07:22:19.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I see, I wish, I hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today would have been my Father's 66th Birthday. Unfortunately this is the 18th time he is not here with us to celebrate. My dad loved to celebrate the important days - not extravagantly but just surrounded by people he loved and who loved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would post things I see, I wish and I hope with regards to my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a piece of him in all 9 of his grandchildren. Some have his blue eyes, some are left handed like he was, some have his kind heart and giving personality, some have his ability to be friends with people immediately, some would spend time with family above all else. Most importantly in ALL of them I see non-judgemental kids who don't see color, religion, social status etc... when they see others. And that comes from my sister's and I raising our children the way our parents raised us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a piece of him in all 4 of us, Me, Danny, Pattie and Colleen. I love getting up early before everyone and enjoying a cup of coffee. My brother Danny is 100% our father in his work ethic - it is like looking at my dad all over again. Pattie spends most of her waking moments with her family. Colleen has his skin, Irish complexion, and his non-confrontational personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see almost daily how much he meant to friends and family who keep his legacy alive and who constantly tell stories about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he had met everyone's significant others (Joe is the only one he met before passing) so they would truly understand the awesome man he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish the kids knew Popa personally and not just through our stories. Although if you talk to them you may think they did know him personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish he was here to help us teach our daughters all he taught us about remaining strong, independent and not following the crowd as we were growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my brother realizes how proud our father would be of him and that most of the career decisions he has made would have been the same advice dad would have given him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope our family continues to value the way we were brought up and holds close the traditions and importance of family that we were taught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray that I am 1/2 the parent that mine were.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2511753560841035276-5948500870218215925?l=thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/feeds/5948500870218215925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2511753560841035276&amp;postID=5948500870218215925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5948500870218215925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2511753560841035276/posts/default/5948500870218215925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetrueprofessional.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-see-i-wish-i-hope.html' title='I see, I wish, I hope'/><author><name>Marie Marsicano</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10976976174997240717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_CygeO5ELx2Y/SAYBsZ4s2PI/AAAAAAAAAA4/Wp-_FA-PzeM/S220/reeves.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
