<?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-3074336756473727840</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:17:16.804-06:00</updated><category term='Marathon'/><category term='Christmas filio 2010'/><category term='family video'/><category term='adventure'/><category term='About being a father'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='family'/><title type='text'>filio family</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to our family blog!  We hope to keep you posted about what is going on with us through this medium!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-2539050417149434135</id><published>2010-12-18T12:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T12:02:36.450-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas filio 2010'/><title type='text'>Early Christmas Present</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width='425' height='355'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://www.youtube.com/v/x3jr-oQE5kU&amp;rel=1'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name='wmode' value='transparent'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src='http://www.youtube.com/v/x3jr-oQE5kU&amp;rel=1' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' wmode='transparent' width='425' height='355'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;We had a pre-Christmas dinner last night with my family coz we will be gone next week.  Owen got to.open a few presents.   &lt;br/&gt; &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-2539050417149434135?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2539050417149434135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=2539050417149434135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/2539050417149434135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/2539050417149434135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2010/12/early-christmas-present.html' title='Early Christmas Present'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-9117875388030096382</id><published>2010-01-26T12:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:37:22.712-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's new?</title><content type='html'>Wow....It's been a long time since I had posted something.  I think facebook is partly to blame for that....but now that my facebook obsession is over, I'm ready to move on and do things the old fashioned way.  So, don't expect to find out what's new with us on facebook.  That's so yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this week is busy.  We move this Friday!!!!!  (If you need the address...text me)  It is a strategic decision Michelle and I have made. (with Owen too!)  Since we realized that we are kinda still unsure where we want to reside for good, we decided to downsize until things get clearer for us.  We will be closer to my work, 11.3 miles to be exact.  I can even run that (on a good day!)  But we will be able to save a lot because of this....and it makes sense...and it feels right.  No need to fight it, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we have always known we liked to see different places, start new adventures...and moving is just a part of life.  I think I spent my whole childhood in two houses.....and I didn't get to see many places.  But as an adult, I have traveled many places.  And I like that.  I like being able to see many things...meet new people...have new adventures.   The world is too beautiful to stay in one spot.   As humans, we are historically like nomads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been steady, but I often find myself wondering: "Is this really where I want to be?"  Such a question causes me to ponder on my future.....and I see myself doing so much more.  But at this time, having a job is a blessing in itself.  So many friends of mine have been looking for a job for over a year...and I do not intend to join that club (no offense!).   As a father and a husband, I do have to think things through.  My personal dreams and ambitions will have to coincide with what is best for my family.  I can not make uncalculated predictions and that is the sacrifice that I have to make.  And I do not regret anything for that matter.  A wise friend said: "We live at a time when chasing dreams is foolish.  But holding on to what you have is a wise dream.  Today is for survival. Tomorrow....you wait.....because it will get better!"  (Thanks for that insight Jake!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was offered to work on an independent film in New York, but opted not to take it.  It required a 30 day commitment to shoot on location....it would have been a great experience, but it just didn't feel right yet.  I think it would look good on my resume to have that experience, but it definitely won't give me any long term yield.  Plus...being away for 4 weeks....that's like an eternity.  I don't think I can do that.  It is not about Michelle and Owen needing me....I think it's mostly about me needing them! (that's the truth!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is easy to be selfish though, to just think about what I want....what I need.....and to expect my family to just go with the flow.  But I find myself thinking that it is NOT just about me.  It is about US.  And I can not just follow my dreams.....I have to follow OUR dreams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big dreams are great......they allow us to imagine BIG things.....but I remember a line from a poem that said: "All big things come from little things."  It's true.  For now.....I have many little dreams and aspirations that will keep me motivated.....and once those little dreams are realized....once I look at my life in  a bigger spectrum, big dreams would have come true.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am never the type who likes to regret anything...I love challenges....and I have been optimistic about life.  And that is what fuels me to find my place in this world...to make a difference somehow...to make others love life....or love themselves.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all our dear friends and family....thank you for all the support.  Thank you for letting us know and feel that you are care.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking forward to  a great 2010!  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Though running-related deaths are rare, they cause other runners to ask, “Is marathon running dangerous?”&lt;/div&gt;             &lt;!-- END article_capsule --&gt;                         &lt;div id="news_section"&gt;  &lt;div class="dulcinea_section"&gt;      &lt;h2 class="section_title" id="dulcinea_section_title_0"&gt;    &lt;a name="0" href="http://www.findingdulcinea.com/news/sports/2009/oct/Is-Marathon-Running-Dangerous.html#0"&gt;Marathon Fatalities&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/h2&gt;      &lt;div id="NA0"&gt;               &lt;div class="resource_section"&gt;   &lt;div class="resource_text"&gt;   The &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.freep.com/article/20091018/SPORTS23/91018016/1001/NEWS/3-runners-die-in-Detroit-marathon"&gt;three runners who died in Detroit&lt;/a&gt;, aged 26, 36 and 65, all collapsed within 20 minutes of each other, no further along than just beyond the half-marathon mark. The two younger runners both collapsed for reasons yet unknown. The 65-year-old runner, Rick Brown of Ohio, reportedly hit his head in a fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy in Detroit recalls the &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2007/10/07/sports/main3340135.shtml"&gt;2007 Chicago Marathon&lt;/a&gt;, when unseasonably hot weather debilitated hundreds of runners, sending 49 to the hospital. One runner died during the race, though an autopsy revealed a pre-existing heart condition to be the cause of death, not the weather. But unlike Chicago’s 88-degree heat and humidity, the temperature in Detroit was a brisk 28 degrees at the start of the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The deadliest running event in recent memory was 2005’s &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-362803/Four-joggers-die-Great-North-Run.html#ixzz0UP8DhcSw"&gt;Great North Run in Newcastle, England&lt;/a&gt;. On that day, four of the race’s 38,000 participants died. The Daily Mail reported, “Ambulance officials said that the only factor they could put the deaths down to was the ‘warm weather and sunshine.’” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the most high-profile marathon death in recent years was that of top American distance runner &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.findingdulcinea.com/news/sports/Marathon-Weekend-Ends-in-Triumph-and-Tragedy.html"&gt;Ryan Shay&lt;/a&gt;, who died in November 2007 while competing in the U.S. Olympic Trials marathon in Central Park. Shay was determined to have suffered a heart attack, resulting from a pre-existing enlarged heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wake of Ryan Shay’s death, many healthy athletes were left wondering if it could happen to them. His death was particularly shocking because he wasn’t a newcomer, or out-of-shape old-timer who should have seen it coming. He was an athlete at the top of his game. A “Runner’s World” doctor addressed the question of “could it happen to me” by discussing the phenomenon of “&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.runnersworld.com/article/0,7120,s6-241-285--12321-1-1-2,00.html"&gt;sudden cardiac death&lt;/a&gt;,” focusing on what healthy people should know about it. He concluded that an annual checkup is useful to learn if any underlying conditions are present before a race. Ultimately, he says, continuing to exercise is better than stopping. He provides a checklist of items you and your physician can look at to cover your bases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="resource_section"&gt;   &lt;div class="resource_text"&gt; At the American College of Cardiology 2009 Scientific Sessions, cardiologist Dr. Kevin Harris and his colleagues presented a study in which they determined &lt;a href="http://www.medscape.com/viewarticle/590563?sssdmh=dm1.453975&amp;amp;src=confwrap" target="_blank"&gt;competing in triathlons to be more dangerous than running marathons&lt;/a&gt;. They found that 1.5 sudden deaths occur for every 100,000 participants in triathlons. “Comparatively, a study by Dr Donald Redelmeier (University of Toronto, ON) of more than three million marathon runners showed the rate of sudden cardiac death to be 0.8/100 000 participants.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What causes death among marathon runners? Coach Joe English of Portland, Ore., identified &lt;a href="http://coachjoeenglish.wordpress.com/2008/03/13/running-why-do-runners-die-during-marathons/" target="_blank"&gt;four major circumstances, which he discusses in depth&lt;/a&gt; on his blog. These are: “heart disease in runners over 35 years; genetic heart defects in runners under 35; hyponatremia or low blood sodium levels; and heat related illnesses, such as heat stroke.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elite marathon coach Keith Hanson of the Hansons-Brooks Distance Project told the Detroit Free Press that the rarity of marathon fatalities should be emphasized given the health benefits that so many runners reap through their training and competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But earlier in October The Wall Street Journal reported on a trend among marathon participants that conflicts with the long-held impression of runners as the epitome of health and fitness. “Fitness and dietary experts say &lt;a href="http://online.wsj.com/article/SB10001424052748704252004574455331050172834.html" target="_blank"&gt;marathons increasingly are the exercise equivalent of crash diets&lt;/a&gt;, with similarly disappointing results. There’s no evidence that running a marathon leads to lasting weight loss, marathon researchers say.” Runners who achieve lasting health benefits are not those who train for five months, run a race, then hang up the shoes and return to the couch; it is those who incorporate running and training into their lives, and create a decades-long program of exercise, that find lasting health. &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;                   &lt;h2 class="section_title" id="dulcinea_section_title_0"&gt;    &lt;a name="2" href="http://www.findingdulcinea.com/news/sports/2009/oct/Is-Marathon-Running-Dangerous.html#2"&gt;Reference: Marathon safety&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;/h2&gt;                     &lt;div class="resource_section"&gt;   &lt;div class="resource_text"&gt; Provided that a runner is prepared and informed, marathons can be a safe activity. Most tips for marathon safety are common sense, but bear repeating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to an article on Livestrong.com, people over 40 who attempt a marathon on inadequate training are more likely to experience heart problems than their younger counterparts. The moral here is to &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livestrong.com/article/5616-need-marathon-safety/"&gt;train intelligently and sufficiently&lt;/a&gt; before participating in the often grueling 26.2-mile run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If unfamiliar with a crowded race environment, be extra vigilant about tripping on the heels of the runner in front of you. Serious injuries can be sustained during falls, and clipping the heels of a runner is easy to do when thousands of anxious athletes are packed into a small corral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn to stay properly hydrated. As mentioned earlier, too much water and too little water can both be fatal. Although these are extremes, understanding the foundation of proper hydration is essential to having a strong, healthy performance. &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.livestrong.com/video/1611-hydrate-during-marathon/"&gt;Watch this video from Livestrong.com&lt;/a&gt; for hydration advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re concerned about how much work your heart can handle, &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.americanheart.org/presenter.jhtml?identifier=4568"&gt;talk to your doctor about getting a stress test&lt;/a&gt;. During a stress test a patient walks or runs on a treadmill while hooked up to instruments that monitor the heart. The test looks at whether “the blood supply is reduced in the arteries that supply the heart” during exercise. Such a test can be used to diagnose heart-related ailments, and determine an appropriate level of exercise for a patient. &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-7220534383154726825?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.findingdulcinea.com/news/sports/2009/oct/Is-Marathon-Running-Dangerous.html?sms_ss=blogger' title='Is Marathon Running Dangerous?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7220534383154726825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=7220534383154726825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/7220534383154726825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/7220534383154726825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2009/10/is-marathon-running-dangerous.html' title='Is Marathon Running Dangerous?'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-4166448649808439813</id><published>2009-10-15T16:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T16:26:10.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>H1N1 flu causes unusual damage to lungs - studies - Yahoo! 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It was a semi-reception/family reunion of all the relatives from my dad's side in Chicago.  We welcomed my brother's wife, Minda.  She just flew straight from the Philippines last week even though they have been married since August 2007.  But immigration laws required that wait....I am sure it seemed like an eternity for the two newly weds.  We never got to go the reception in the Philippines.  One main reason is I guess I never really thought my younger brother, Vergil, would ever get married.  He is not the marrying type, but I was proven wrong, and trust me, that was a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SYcdkDODeOI/AAAAAAAAFko/H8ANzieuFUQ/s1600-h/Picture+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SYcdkDODeOI/AAAAAAAAFko/H8ANzieuFUQ/s320/Picture+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298235991801428194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had planned the dinner party almost a month ago, and we wanted to make it a nice one.  Meals were meticulously planned, and I gathered all the supplies for the table setting.  We went as far as putting place cards to make sure we had ever one seated where they'd be comfortable.  I wanted to have easy access to the food!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SYceDnw2TKI/AAAAAAAAFkw/D0PN5zmGtiU/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SYceDnw2TKI/AAAAAAAAFkw/D0PN5zmGtiU/s320/Picture+030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298236534186986658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day started good.....we were busy.....to get everything in place.  I did one quick stop at the grocery and Walmart to pick up a few things and then the cooking spree commenced! &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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SYcekPr82II/AAAAAAAAFk4/wUaPDY-LiPI/s1600-h/Picture+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SYcekPr82II/AAAAAAAAFk4/wUaPDY-LiPI/s320/Picture+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298237094659676290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The menu consisted of the following.&lt;br /&gt;Japanese gyoza - ground beef with finely chopped vegetables and wrapped in gyoza wrappers then deep fried.&lt;br /&gt;Crab Rangoon - crab meat and cream cheese deep fried&lt;br /&gt;Morcon - London Broil slowly roasted and stuffed with hard broiled eggs, pickles, carrots - cooked in tomatoe sauce&lt;br /&gt;Turon - Plantains rolled in brown sugar then wrapped in egg roll wrapper then deep fried&lt;br /&gt;Pansit Malabon&lt;br /&gt;Lechon - roasted pig&lt;br /&gt;Oven roasted Broccoli cooked with garlic and herb spices&lt;br /&gt;Brazo de Mercedes - an authentic Filipino dessert!  Yum'o!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SYce_4JHdAI/AAAAAAAAFlA/lVhFNpuWEYg/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SYce_4JHdAI/AAAAAAAAFlA/lVhFNpuWEYg/s320/Picture+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298237569375892482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My brother provided the roasted pig....it was 15 lb pig......more than enough to feed all of us.  We barely ate half of it.....but the rest was prepared by myself and my kitchen partner, Michelle.  We work really well together in the kitchen....which is fun!  I wrapped all the egg rolls and crab rangoon.  All the pain gaijed from standing for hours was well worth it after seeing all the finished meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say that we didn't hit a few bumps throughout the day.  Everyone was pretty much on time, except for my cousin's family who had what we called: "Precious Cargo".  They were nice enough to pick up the roasted pig in Chicago, but they found themselves driving the opposite direction when they called us around 6:00 p.m.  It was then we realized that they were completely lost.  Thank goodness for Mapquest and I tried to find them.  They were over 20 miles the opposite direction!  Once we got them re-routed, we eagerly waited for their arrival.  I frequently called them to make sure they were not detouring.  They arrived around 7:00 p.m. and as soon as they walked in, the eating frenzy began!  Food was devoured.....as expected.....and we had a great time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SYcfb2Za7GI/AAAAAAAAFlM/bIAWFodeNw0/s1600-h/Picture+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SYcfb2Za7GI/AAAAAAAAFlM/bIAWFodeNw0/s320/Picture+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298238049943743586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It has been a long time since we had gotten together like this.  I grew up with these guys.  They were constant fixtures in my childhood, and it's fun for their kids to know my son.  the difference between our generation is that there isn't as much drama as there were with our parents.  Maybe we do learn from our parent's mistakes.  We just enjoy each other's company.....reminiscing on stories....some of which I have conveniently tried to delete from my memory bank!  But my brother tries to remind me every now and then!  Why would I want to remember that when I was kid, I grabbed a power line and almost electrocuted myself to death!  And after I was saved by a random person, I ran straight to the house and tried to see if I had gained some super powers!  I failed!  LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I sure did enjoy Saturday night and want to do it again SOON!  If you're in town, come on over!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-5242014303740518409?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5242014303740518409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=5242014303740518409' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/5242014303740518409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/5242014303740518409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2009/02/little-family-get-together.html' title='A little Family Get Together!'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SYcbidNqaQI/AAAAAAAAFkg/WIt1K_kkKuI/s72-c/Picture+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-7856336208295489670</id><published>2009-01-01T19:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:45:21.019-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year in 40 seconds.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid='clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000' codebase='http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0' width='320' height='270' id='yfop'&gt;&lt;param name='movie' value='http://d.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf' /&gt;&lt;param name='flashvars' value='id=11327764&amp;shareEnable=1' /&gt;&lt;embed src='http://d.yimg.com/cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf' width='320' height='270' name='yfop' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' pluginspage='http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer' flashvars='id=11327764&amp;shareEnable=1'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-7856336208295489670?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://cosmos.bcst.yahoo.com/up/player/popup/?cl=11327764' title='One Year in 40 seconds.....'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7856336208295489670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=7856336208295489670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/7856336208295489670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/7856336208295489670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-year-in-40-seconds.html' title='One Year in 40 seconds.....'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-5907529664925305335</id><published>2008-12-17T14:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T14:39:27.440-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of an Irresponsible Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DwogMvmjWPo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DwogMvmjWPo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Okay.....okay......yes.....I am a bad father.  I lost Owen in the play area of the mall for a good 60 seconds and I can not explain the feeling of panic that I felt.  I wanted to move, but a sudden sense of shock came over me.  I literally was freaking out on the inside.  I wanted to call, scream, make a scene or something, but nothing happened.  I just froze there.  I remember him being in front of me...and as i looked down for a second, and then I looked up, he was gone and nowhere to be found.  There were lots of kids screaming and running around, but I just couldn't find him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to call Michelle and tell her I can't find Owen, but what would that to her.  She'd probably yell at me! Or soemthing....and how can I blame her, right?  We gave her the freedom to roam around the mall and shop.  I was supposed to be the responsible father.  But I felt the worst feeling those 60 seconds.  A short time after that...Owen resurfaced from the invisible world, and at first, I wanted to get mad at him for disappearing on me, but then I realized he was just being a kid and playing.  I was the one who lost track of him. I was the one at fault.  I was distracted.  How can I possibly blame him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have the chance to talk to him about not talking to strangers.  I told him to be careful who he talks to and he is asked to go with them, he should say NO.  I guess my job is to make sure he doesn't ever gets put in any dangerous situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the first few experiences that I have had as a father that got me to think how scary the world we live in can be.  How you can't just assume that no one will ever harm your child.  I guess the fact that I am responsible for another being, such as my son, gives me the opportunity to learn and to grow...to protect and to look after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to experience that ever again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-5907529664925305335?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DwogMvmjWPo' title='Confessions of an Irresponsible Dad'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5907529664925305335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=5907529664925305335' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/5907529664925305335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/5907529664925305335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/confessions-of-irresponsible-dad.html' title='Confessions of an Irresponsible Dad'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-8097003309488960497</id><published>2008-12-05T20:37:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T20:39:04.032-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave me alone Uncle Vergil!</title><content type='html'>I thought this was a hilarious video clip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IZTTkLqnlyQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IZTTkLqnlyQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-8097003309488960497?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZTTkLqnlyQ' title='Leave me alone Uncle Vergil!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8097003309488960497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=8097003309488960497' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/8097003309488960497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/8097003309488960497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/leave-me-alone-uncle-vergil.html' title='Leave me alone Uncle Vergil!'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-1323041850333028889</id><published>2008-12-04T12:04:00.010-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T12:14:50.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderfest at Navy Pier</title><content type='html'>I think this is what we're doing this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/STgb8wAZOKI/AAAAAAAAFRY/x-AY5AyjYiE/s1600-h/winter2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/STgb8wAZOKI/AAAAAAAAFRY/x-AY5AyjYiE/s320/winter2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275997693957191842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/STgbspbLI4I/AAAAAAAAFRQ/-9VdCjiE9QI/s1600-h/winter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/STgbspbLI4I/AAAAAAAAFRQ/-9VdCjiE9QI/s320/winter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275997417312560002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's the info....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Most Spectacular Holiday Event of the Year Begins its Eighth Magical Season with New Attractions and Over 170,000 Square feet of indoor Family Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="BodyBlk12bold"&gt;Free Admission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- *Wristband purchase required to participate in rides and activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="BodyBlk12bold"&gt;Activity Wristband Pricing&lt;/span&gt; - This year, our gift to you is the gift of savings! Our new lower prices are:       &lt;ul&gt;&lt;span class="SubMenuActive"&gt;Basic Activity Wristband&lt;/span&gt; $12.00 per person (includes all rides &amp;amp; activities except ice-skating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="SubMenuActive"&gt;Premium Wristband&lt;/span&gt; $16.00 per person (includes ice skating)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="BodyBlk12bold"&gt;Family Free Parking Pack&lt;/span&gt; - Purchase your "&lt;span class="SubMenuActive"&gt;Family Free Parking Pack&lt;/span&gt;" which includes 4 premium wristbands and Free Parking for one low price!        &lt;ul&gt;&lt;span class="BodyBlk12bold"&gt;$57.00&lt;/span&gt; — (valid only Dec. 7-11 and Dec. 14-18)&lt;br /&gt;   Includes 4 Premium wristbands and Free parking! *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="BodyBlk12bold"&gt;$64.00&lt;/span&gt; — (valid only Dec. 5-6, Dec. 12-13, Dec. 19- Jan. 4)&lt;br /&gt;   Includes 4 Premium wristbands and free parking! *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/STgdb4xT7PI/AAAAAAAAFRg/xDpVcDe68sg/s1600-h/winter3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/STgdb4xT7PI/AAAAAAAAFRg/xDpVcDe68sg/s320/winter3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275999328397421810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/STgdlnr-GNI/AAAAAAAAFRo/udB0k4yFPIY/s1600-h/winter4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 133px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/STgdlnr-GNI/AAAAAAAAFRo/udB0k4yFPIY/s320/winter4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275999495610308818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-1323041850333028889?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.winterwonderfest.com/' title='Winter Wonderfest at Navy Pier'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1323041850333028889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=1323041850333028889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/1323041850333028889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/1323041850333028889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-wonderfest-at-navy-pier.html' title='Winter Wonderfest at Navy Pier'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/STgb8wAZOKI/AAAAAAAAFRY/x-AY5AyjYiE/s72-c/winter2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-8285753103806246392</id><published>2008-12-02T09:58:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T10:01:10.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what it's all about</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 id="story_headline"&gt;Illinois family-owned company thanks employees with giant bonuses&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 id="story_headline"&gt;&lt;span class="creditline"&gt;The Associated Press&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;                              &lt;div id="story_bycredit"&gt;                  &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;!-- CLOSE: #story_header --&gt;         &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt; $javascriptRequire = new miScriptScheduler(); $javascriptRequire.scriptCheck = window.mi_story_tool; $javascriptRequire.scriptPath = "http://media.bnd.com/static/scripts/mi/pubsys/story_tools_oo.js"; $javascriptRequire.scheduleScript(); &lt;/script&gt;   &lt;div id="story_tools"&gt;  &lt;div id="addthis"&gt;   &lt;!-- AddThis Bookmark Button BEGIN --&gt;   &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;    addthis_url = location.href;    addthis_title = document.title.replace(/\'/g,'\\\'').replace(/"/g,"\"");    addthis_pub = 'support@mcclatchyinteractive';        &lt;/script&gt;   &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://s7.addthis.com/js/addthis_widget.php?v=12"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="toolbox"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div id="story_text_top"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;WAUKEGAN, Ill. -- Year-end bonuses are rare these days. But a family that founded a ball bearings manufacturer in suburban Chicago is giving eye-popping bonuses this year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A total of $6.6 million is being shared by just 230 employees.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some workers at Waukegan-based Peer Bearing Co. couldn't believe their eyes when they opened checks for $10,000 and more. Amounts varied and were based on years of service. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div id="mi_story_embedded"&gt;      &lt;div class="story_assets"&gt;    &lt;div id="featured_assets"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;    Dave Tiderman (TEE'-der-man) says he thought the decimal point must be in the wrong place when he saw his $35,000 check. He's assistant product manager at the company, where he's worked his way up from the warehouse since 1985.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- CLOSE: #mi_story_embedded --&gt;   &lt;div id="story_text_remaining"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Peer Bearing was sold to a Swedish company earlier this year. Danny Spungen (SPUN'-jen) says his grandfather launched the company in 1941. He says it was a unanimous family decision to thank employees with the bonuses. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-8285753103806246392?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.bnd.com/news/state/story/558369.html' title='This is what it&apos;s all about'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8285753103806246392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=8285753103806246392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/8285753103806246392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/8285753103806246392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-what-its-all-about.html' title='This is what it&apos;s all about'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-5968927101566813103</id><published>2008-11-30T21:10:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:32:45.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos of the New House</title><content type='html'>Here are some photos of the our new house.....(I just got photos of the living room and dining&lt;br /&gt;room).  More to come next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/STNabL5zg8I/AAAAAAAAFRI/U-Pr-chlUsk/s1600-h/DSC_0028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/STNabL5zg8I/AAAAAAAAFRI/U-Pr-chlUsk/s320/DSC_0028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274659011679192002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Merry Christmas!  Behind the Christmas tree is the front door.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/STNXwzRBtKI/AAAAAAAAFQg/3xBycjojOS8/s1600-h/DSC_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/STNXwzRBtKI/AAAAAAAAFQg/3xBycjojOS8/s320/DSC_0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274656084487943330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the living room.....with the  Christmas tree we decorated last week.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/STNYO-lpqGI/AAAAAAAAFQo/Js-CKHoVQIg/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/STNYO-lpqGI/AAAAAAAAFQo/Js-CKHoVQIg/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274656602923313250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the fireplace...it is what separates the living room and the dining room.  Which is so nice right now coz it's been cold....&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/STNY6vyIQmI/AAAAAAAAFQw/wVju8jCdslY/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/STNY6vyIQmI/AAAAAAAAFQw/wVju8jCdslY/s320/DSC_0031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274657354863362658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the dining room....I had two tables together because this was for Thanksgiving dinner.  We were expecting thirteen people.&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/STNZZDO6DoI/AAAAAAAAFQ4/LIuTN20-jGk/s1600-h/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/STNZZDO6DoI/AAAAAAAAFQ4/LIuTN20-jGk/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274657875480415874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just a closer shot of the fireplace...which is one of my favorite features of the house.....&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;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/STNZ4m2ECSI/AAAAAAAAFRA/Woedx1cIeuU/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/STNZ4m2ECSI/AAAAAAAAFRA/Woedx1cIeuU/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274658417615833378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michelle and Amy in the kitchen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-5968927101566813103?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5968927101566813103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=5968927101566813103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/5968927101566813103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/5968927101566813103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/photos-of-new-house.html' title='Photos of the New House'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/STNabL5zg8I/AAAAAAAAFRI/U-Pr-chlUsk/s72-c/DSC_0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-4389833121919256611</id><published>2008-11-30T20:55:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:02:55.796-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boy in Striped Pajamas</title><content type='html'>Okay......the last two weeks have been about TWILIGHT and I still refuse to watch it....so....in my quest to find an alternative movie to watch, I stumbled upon a little movie called "The Boy in Striped Pajamas" which was based on a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie was absolutely one of the best movies I have ever seen...the storytelling was impeccable, and the message was clear...and very emotional.  I was in tears..and had to hold it in  really bad because I would have sobbed like a baby.  I have never been in a movie theater where people sat quietly all through the very end of the credits before they exited in silence.  You can hear people crying....and this was no love story.  It was a piece of history in the eyes of two 8 year old boys from two different backgrounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw this with my buddy Joe, while my wife and her friend, Amy were watching Twilight.  I have to say that I got my money's worth!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then...a movie comes along and it just makes you realize why you love watching movies to begin with.  And it's not about the special effects.....or the popular movie stars...but it's about the power of a movie to influence you to feel and do something better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N5FU-yDC-uI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N5FU-yDC-uI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-4389833121919256611?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4389833121919256611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=4389833121919256611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/4389833121919256611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/4389833121919256611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/boy-in-striped-pajamas.html' title='The Boy in Striped Pajamas'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-6041807097762844100</id><published>2008-11-26T12:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:14:52.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Defying Gravity</title><content type='html'>I love this musical!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see it again one more time before it leaves CHicago!  (hint...for what I want for christmas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not seen this show.....then you are missing out on one of the best musicals ever made!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the link to see one of my favorite scenes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x11tgf_wickeddefying-gravity_music&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="339"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x11tgf" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x11tgf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x11tgf"&gt;Wicked-Defying Gravity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/DickGreenleaf"&gt;DickGreenleaf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-6041807097762844100?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x11tgf_wickeddefying-gravity_music' title='Defying Gravity'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6041807097762844100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=6041807097762844100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/6041807097762844100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/6041807097762844100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/defying-gravity.html' title='Defying Gravity'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-2256105448374266046</id><published>2008-11-24T12:03:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:51:30.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday adventures!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SSrwgIQXhTI/AAAAAAAAFP4/2-MFdBWMwWM/s1600-h/xmas+tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SSrwgIQXhTI/AAAAAAAAFP4/2-MFdBWMwWM/s320/xmas+tree.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272290748553200946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had a great weekend! We finished decorating the Christmas tree....and unpacked more boxes...and even got the swing set from the old house.....so...it was great and busy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Sunday came and I made egg rolls! Lots of them! It's nice to live close by to my mom so she came by and picked up some of the egg rolls too. I made a lot...like over a 100! So...we needed help! We gave some to our neighbor too...then we had an old friend, Isaac came by for dinner too. I baked a whole chicken with cream of chicken (canned) and it was yum-o! Of course, you eat that with rice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SSrwM5mO3dI/AAAAAAAAFPw/utzOHPzfIU8/s1600-h/battery-jumper-cable-1135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 179px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SSrwM5mO3dI/AAAAAAAAFPw/utzOHPzfIU8/s320/battery-jumper-cable-1135.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272290418200862162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Monday came!  Aside from waking up later that expected....I rush to get to the moving truck (which I borrowed from work) only to find out that it wouldn't start!  I am not the person who knows anything about cars...other than driving and pumping gas......so...I was under a lot of stress.  I knew I had jumper cables inside the house...so I pretended to know what I was doing.  Michelle moved her car in front of the truck....and I proceeded to pretened I had it all under control...I think partly because I wanted to impress myself....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the battery...and attached the jumper cable....as if I was a certified auto mechanic....I started the truck and nothing.........I tried a few times again and nothing......a few moments later...I started smelling something burning.....so I quickly ran to the front of the truck...and saw the jumper cable in smoke...and as I grabbed it...and pulled it from the battery...it felt hot...and it looked like it was melting...or melted.....so I realized I was in no shape or form to remedy the problem I had.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SSryMUyydbI/AAAAAAAAFQA/LjHNOo2_Xrk/s1600-h/target.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SSryMUyydbI/AAAAAAAAFQA/LjHNOo2_Xrk/s320/target.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272292607344670130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gathered my thoughts and convinced myself that I must have used an "inferior" jumper cable...so I decided to take my wife's car and drive to Super Target which is only a mile away.  I called work and told them of my dilemma....so no one would expect to be there at 8:00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later, and $20.00 poorer, I was armed with my new super heavy duty jumper cable!  I was excited!  I was very very confident  that I had it all under control!    A few minutes later...I attached the jumper cables to both batteries...I attempted to start the car with a silent prayer in my heart and a deep sigh....and alas......NOTHING. Absolutely nothing....and all of a sudden....the same results....the cable started melting and there was smoke from the battery....and my heart sank in quiet desperation...almost every hope was lost.....and I was almost out of ideas.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly unplugged the jumper cable to prevent it from melting like butter.....and I must have been hit by sudden inspiration when I suddenly looked at the battery from Michelle's car....it was then I realized that I had the positive and the negative switched!!!!  How can I???? But I have many reasons!  My eyes are slanted..and I have old contacts!  I can't see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...the truck started after that!  And I was happy once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now.....I hope to have learned from this mistake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/MARGEZ%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-2256105448374266046?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2256105448374266046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=2256105448374266046' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/2256105448374266046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/2256105448374266046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/monday-adventures.html' title='Monday adventures!'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SSrwgIQXhTI/AAAAAAAAFP4/2-MFdBWMwWM/s72-c/xmas+tree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-7316316036681994358</id><published>2008-11-20T10:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T10:26:24.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Biking in the cold....</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d57534f871405e1a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd57534f871405e1a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331812607%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E2341011ECEC84BE98B3622D818BC83E784FE55.10E18DA0A7174386F5A53917E899DF4C39E4593C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd57534f871405e1a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB4wZGq8xcfGBVqDM-xGrpg3FPyI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd57534f871405e1a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331812607%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E2341011ECEC84BE98B3622D818BC83E784FE55.10E18DA0A7174386F5A53917E899DF4C39E4593C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd57534f871405e1a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB4wZGq8xcfGBVqDM-xGrpg3FPyI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen biking in the back porch of the new house......it was a cold windy day....but Owen insisted he wanted to play outside....and I am crazy enough to let him....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-7316316036681994358?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d57534f871405e1a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7316316036681994358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=7316316036681994358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/7316316036681994358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/7316316036681994358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/biking-in-cold.html' title='Biking in the cold....'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-624498645304545676</id><published>2008-11-10T21:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T21:47:19.277-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This is soooooooo funny!</title><content type='html'>I think I should get myself a paintball gun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IfFcgJY8OSU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IfFcgJY8OSU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-624498645304545676?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/624498645304545676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=624498645304545676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/624498645304545676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/624498645304545676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-soooooooo-funny.html' title='This is soooooooo funny!'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-8584636491692661546</id><published>2008-10-27T08:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T08:49:24.487-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Auditioning for the Roadshow</title><content type='html'>Okay....I thought of not posting this...since I am actually embarrassed with how I looked (Like a fool!).....but I guess it was all for the sake of fun....video was courtesy of Rob Fluegel.  I haven't transfereed my copy yet to the computer.....but this was just the opening act for the actual roadshow from our branch.  They actually won!!  They were awesome...I will post the video when I get a chance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OPWFxtNMYG0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OPWFxtNMYG0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-8584636491692661546?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OPWFxtNMYG0' title='Auditioning for the Roadshow'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/8584636491692661546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=8584636491692661546' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/8584636491692661546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/8584636491692661546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/auditioning-for-roadshow.html' title='Auditioning for the Roadshow'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-3648863824423314245</id><published>2008-10-23T08:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T08:51:32.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Just Breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by: Vinci Filio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish there is an easier way&lt;br /&gt;to always know what to say&lt;br /&gt;when things are unclear&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I wish I can disappear&lt;br /&gt;but the thought of letting go&lt;br /&gt;is like being defeated by a foe&lt;br /&gt;what is there for me to do?&lt;br /&gt;I guess....I can just deal with what I have to go through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is always changing&lt;br /&gt;But here I am.....mis-prioritizing.&lt;br /&gt;is that even a real word?&lt;br /&gt;somebody please...loosen the cord!&lt;br /&gt;there are too many things going on in this world...&lt;br /&gt;and once again...it's getting cold!&lt;br /&gt;my brain is not quite working&lt;br /&gt;oh no...I forgot what I was saying.&lt;br /&gt;I am so stressin'&lt;br /&gt;but wait...no need to be racin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to chase time&lt;br /&gt;even though I love cooking with lime&lt;br /&gt;what does that have to do with time?&lt;br /&gt;didn't you hear, I can't find my dime?&lt;br /&gt;this is getting confusing....&lt;br /&gt;probably coz I am coughing....&lt;br /&gt;this sickness is annoying...&lt;br /&gt;and yet....I am working.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe all I need to do is to breathe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe all I want to do is to breathe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe all I can do is simply that .....just breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow...what a difference that makes!&lt;br /&gt;Now...I am ready to eat cakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is once again on my side...&lt;br /&gt;I just forgot about my pride.&lt;br /&gt;And here I am once again....just waiting....&lt;br /&gt;for time to go on changing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-3648863824423314245?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3648863824423314245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=3648863824423314245' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/3648863824423314245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/3648863824423314245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-breathe.html' title='Just Breathe'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-6032087232966687661</id><published>2008-09-28T20:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:13:01.131-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family video'/><title type='text'>The Guessing Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-eaa4d93e191c05f9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deaa4d93e191c05f9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331812607%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D740CE53B33725372518D7750534B8532E9F7D26.4A95B903A6E9C462F2A410A6B342E60516D929C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deaa4d93e191c05f9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtjxVxHDRtnsGHynpgU5F5P4vUms&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Deaa4d93e191c05f9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331812607%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D740CE53B33725372518D7750534B8532E9F7D26.4A95B903A6E9C462F2A410A6B342E60516D929C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Deaa4d93e191c05f9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtjxVxHDRtnsGHynpgU5F5P4vUms&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen and I usually play this game of me singing a few phrases from the songs from Disney movies and he guesses the title of the movie.  It's been fun doing this and I am amazed he would recognize the movies just by a few lyrics from the songs. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-6032087232966687661?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=eaa4d93e191c05f9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6032087232966687661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=6032087232966687661' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/6032087232966687661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/6032087232966687661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/guessing-ame.html' title='The Guessing Game'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-5310671450592513400</id><published>2008-09-24T13:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T13:27:50.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of the Sign/Historia De Un Letrero</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYMnKRv4TH0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PYMnKRv4TH0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-5310671450592513400?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PYMnKRv4TH0' title='The Story of the Sign/Historia De Un Letrero'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5310671450592513400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=5310671450592513400' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/5310671450592513400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/5310671450592513400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/history-of-sign.html' title='The Story of the Sign/Historia De Un Letrero'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-2035740002208098158</id><published>2008-09-15T20:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T21:04:17.905-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Sing along time!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2728c2d8188e5b10" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2728c2d8188e5b10%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331812607%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D680E49C7EEF80CE376111F077EF37912A7370E46.61986ECE30D3C3F757E11AB9A097EEB4B2BD3ECF%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2728c2d8188e5b10%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIEgp-tm8ON4Lt7YpwEYhePagUPk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2728c2d8188e5b10%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331812607%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D680E49C7EEF80CE376111F077EF37912A7370E46.61986ECE30D3C3F757E11AB9A097EEB4B2BD3ECF%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2728c2d8188e5b10%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DIEgp-tm8ON4Lt7YpwEYhePagUPk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally recorded Owen singing!!  He does like singing....and some of the words are clear...and some are still Owenisms...but he is getting there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-2035740002208098158?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2728c2d8188e5b10&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2035740002208098158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=2035740002208098158' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/2035740002208098158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/2035740002208098158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/sing-along-time.html' title='Sing along time!!'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-1180528689836902472</id><published>2008-09-07T20:46:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:01:25.439-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><title type='text'>The Quest for the Enchanted Bow and Arrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMSETKgRo8I/AAAAAAAAD0Y/QPlpfjnsKqo/s1600-h/DSC_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMSETKgRo8I/AAAAAAAAD0Y/QPlpfjnsKqo/s320/DSC_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243461330938209218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Quest for the Enchanted Bow and Arrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started like any other Saturday morning.  We were all up early and Owen was ready to play.  But right before I was fully awake, it dawned on me that I have not yet gotten the bow and arrow that we promised to get him for his birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the beginning as we embarked on our journey to seek for the bow and arrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like an easy task- almost like a no-brainer.  If you need a toy, you go to Toy's R Us.  Michelle had a Mary Kay Training meeting so we dropped her off and we had 2 hours to kill.  Owen and I then headed to the closest Toys R Us.  We were excited and eager to get the bow and arrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove towards Toys R Us, I started wondering what we were going to do while we waited for Michelle.  The Mall is right beside Toys R Us and I decided to go there so Owen can play while we waited.  Everything was in order, and all was planned accordingly.  As we pulled into the parking lot, a huge sign draped the exterior wall of the store. "STORE CLOSING!"  I adjusted my eyes so I can make sure that I am seeing the right thing because there have been a few occasions when my eyes deceived me, so I wanted to make sure.  The only way I can make sure I am seeing clearly is by squinting my eyes, therefore, I was looking a lot more Asian than usual!  What I read was nothing but a confirmation of what I already saw earlier. "STORE CLOSING." It said....as if taunting me with a big smile....and then saying..."YOU ARE TOO LATE!"  The words escaped me....as I got my act together, and a new plan started forming in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, the simple task we set out to sail was all of a sudden becoming more like a mission - one that seemed like an adventure, and I was excited for the challenge, and as soon as I told Owen that we needed to work together to find the bow and arrow, he was also excited when I told him that I needed him to guide me.  He was my navigator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We entered the store, and I expected the worst - and my expectations were confirmed as we saw that more than half of the store was emptied out.  The chances of finding a bow and arrow were slimmer than I thought, but we persevered!  We must have spent a good 30 minutes looking, at times, I entertained the idea that maybe Owen wanted a different toy, but he stayed true to his mission - to get the bow and arrow.  After a failed attempt to locate the coveted new toy, I humbled myself and asked a fellow parent if there was another toy store close to our proximity.  The kind woman said: "Well, there's Walmart."  Usually, Walmart is the first choice to find a toy you want to waste your money on, but we already tried that a few weeks ago and they did not have what we were looking for.  So, I failed.........at least for a few moments.  As Owen looked at me, he noticed the sadness in my face, so he said: "Maybe we can go to a different store?"  My eyes lit up and all of a sudden, a sense of hope started running through my veins, and once again, we were ready to continue with our mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can say that we found the toy right away, but it wasn't until we stopped at Wendy's to get some lunch for Owen when it dawned on me that I think I know where to find it.  So, Owen ate his lunch, and I set my heart to finding the bow and arrow.  But one thing I learned is that you can't give up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMSObJO1XKI/AAAAAAAAD0g/jUsqSQlzRK4/s1600-h/party+city"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMSObJO1XKI/AAAAAAAAD0g/jUsqSQlzRK4/s320/party+city" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243472463151848610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we found it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Party City had everything!  But it still wasn't easy to find the bow and arrow....it was all the way in the back.  But after Owen saw it, I knew that it was all worth it.  I wish I had  a camera to capture that moment when his face showed pure joy.  Finally.......a new toy.....the one that took forever to find, but the memory is something I can treasure for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Here are some photos of my Little Warrior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMSQ4GUMYxI/AAAAAAAAD1A/ti0B5z13Mq4/s1600-h/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMSQ4GUMYxI/AAAAAAAAD1A/ti0B5z13Mq4/s320/DSC_0007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243475159608484626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMSRHMOkRtI/AAAAAAAAD1I/KR3AMjSSJkM/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMSRHMOkRtI/AAAAAAAAD1I/KR3AMjSSJkM/s320/DSC_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243475418893534930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMSRVsSsgmI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/9U_7f9kqPw8/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMSRVsSsgmI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/9U_7f9kqPw8/s320/DSC_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243475668018954850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMSRkFXEaZI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/VVsOXs7jxrM/s1600-h/DSC_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMSRkFXEaZI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/VVsOXs7jxrM/s320/DSC_0021.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243475915266353554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMSR2noGFuI/AAAAAAAAD1g/pFyjCLkoMUQ/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMSR2noGFuI/AAAAAAAAD1g/pFyjCLkoMUQ/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243476233702217442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3074336756473727840-1180528689836902472?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1180528689836902472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=1180528689836902472' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/1180528689836902472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/1180528689836902472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/quest-for-enchanted-bow-and-arrow.html' title='The Quest for the Enchanted Bow and Arrow'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMSETKgRo8I/AAAAAAAAD0Y/QPlpfjnsKqo/s72-c/DSC_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-5263047648305649584</id><published>2008-09-03T08:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:33:04.178-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Candid Conversation with Owen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SL6R5ft2fhI/AAAAAAAADyY/WHUvVBb6Rxg/s1600-h/tahoe4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SL6R5ft2fhI/AAAAAAAADyY/WHUvVBb6Rxg/s320/tahoe4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241787433258221074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conversations with my son (typical questions I asked, and answers I get from Owen)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad:  Do you love daddy?&lt;br /&gt;Owen: Yes I do. Too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Who do you love more, mommy or daddy?&lt;br /&gt;Owen: Mommy!  (Even if I try to persuade him that he should love me more, mommy is always # 1 !)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad:  What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;Owen: A Knight...a Good Knight.  But sometimes I am a bad knight. ( this is when he gets in trouble)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Do you want to go to work with daddy today?&lt;br /&gt;Owen:  No.  I need to keep mommy safe from the moo-moos. (monsters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad:  Did you have a goodnight sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Owen:  I had a good dream.  I dreamt about Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad:  What did Jesus say?&lt;br /&gt;Owen: He said thank you for praying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad:  How will you feel if daddy goes away for a long time?&lt;br /&gt;Owen: I will be sad.  I will look for you all over the place forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: What's your favorite toy?&lt;br /&gt;Owen: My swords. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad: Why do you like your swords?&lt;br /&gt;Owen: They make me happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad:  What's your favorite part of the day?&lt;br /&gt;Owen: When you sword fight with me.  It's fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-5263047648305649584?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5263047648305649584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=5263047648305649584' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/5263047648305649584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/5263047648305649584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/candid-conversation-with-owen.html' title='Candid Conversation with Owen'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SL6R5ft2fhI/AAAAAAAADyY/WHUvVBb6Rxg/s72-c/tahoe4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-3078779283253211290</id><published>2008-09-01T18:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:53:43.828-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>My GQ Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SLx_xAy38KI/AAAAAAAADxo/Fe8IPhDqjdc/s1600-h/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SLx_xAy38KI/AAAAAAAADxo/Fe8IPhDqjdc/s320/DSC_0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241204546356113570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Owen was actually upset when we were taking these pictures because he was tired.  But it gave us a few minutes when he was just "posing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SLx_je_G0lI/AAAAAAAADxg/KJInryy-3x8/s1600-h/DSC_0037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SLx_je_G0lI/AAAAAAAADxg/KJInryy-3x8/s320/DSC_0037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241204313942315602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was looking at me here.  But I was quick enough before he looked away to continue his protest against what we wanted him to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SLx_Zou7JoI/AAAAAAAADxY/X15Z9im2jfw/s1600-h/DSC_0035_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SLx_Zou7JoI/AAAAAAAADxY/X15Z9im2jfw/s320/DSC_0035_3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241204144760104578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He looks so serious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SLx_QGfa4lI/AAAAAAAADxQ/adNO0DnU-SY/s1600-h/DSC_0035_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SLx_QGfa4lI/AAAAAAAADxQ/adNO0DnU-SY/s320/DSC_0035_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241203980949447250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SLx_DuNMAiI/AAAAAAAADxI/1b4uPqGcV3w/s1600-h/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SLx_DuNMAiI/AAAAAAAADxI/1b4uPqGcV3w/s320/DSC_0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241203768272093730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SLx-o6qUX_I/AAAAAAAADxA/ptM3QN6IH08/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SLx-o6qUX_I/AAAAAAAADxA/ptM3QN6IH08/s320/DSC_0034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241203307759034354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3074336756473727840-3078779283253211290?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/3078779283253211290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=3078779283253211290' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/3078779283253211290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/3078779283253211290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-gq-baby.html' title='My GQ Baby'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SLx_xAy38KI/AAAAAAAADxo/Fe8IPhDqjdc/s72-c/DSC_0044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-4276330225668779263</id><published>2008-08-30T08:56:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T09:04:58.597-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Knight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SLlTbsWAwZI/AAAAAAAADsk/1u2gBExxwy8/s1600-h/DSC_0097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SLlTbsWAwZI/AAAAAAAADsk/1u2gBExxwy8/s320/DSC_0097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240311376647340434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SLlTNHD1lCI/AAAAAAAADsc/g8hs7_CVlrA/s1600-h/DSC_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SLlTNHD1lCI/AAAAAAAADsc/g8hs7_CVlrA/s320/DSC_0094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240311126120829986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SLlSQ8mR_wI/AAAAAAAADrQ/fqYGTPFb1vg/s1600-h/DSC_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SLlSQ8mR_wI/AAAAAAAADrQ/fqYGTPFb1vg/s320/DSC_0081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240310092520357634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of my favorite shots of Owen while we were waiting for the show to start....Owen saw this kid and they were sword fighting for a while....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-4276330225668779263?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4276330225668779263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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I decided to take Owen to watch STAR WARS: The Clone Wars.  I thought it was appropriate since my 3 year old son&lt;br /&gt;has been obsessing with swords.  Our house has become a venue for frequent sword fighting and dragon slaying.  Although I have no objections, my son has the tendency to get carried away and start to attack in a manner that&lt;br /&gt;can hurt whoever he is playing with.  My poor wife has to defend herself from Owen for most of the day, but as soon as I get home, I sometimes hope that she thinks of me as her Knight and Shining Armor who has come to rescue her from her sword-fighting obsessed toddler.  Hey...a man can dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as we left the house last night, I was filled with glee and excitement to watch a movie with my son.  We have never done this before.  We have always gone together as a family, but never have I braved the idea of taking my son to the movie theater myself, but last night, I did it!  And it was worth it!  Not to say that we didn't have some troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you know who don't  know where we live, we are practically in the middle of nowhere. Well, at least I think so.  It's not like we have no neighbors....it's just that the nearest Mcdonalds, Walmart and Starbucks are more than 5 miles away, hence the remark that we are out of touch with the rest of the world.  But the reason why I am saying this is because on our way to the movie theatre, Owen and I were just talking.  Then as got close to the street where I needed to make a left turn to get to the theater, there was a sign that said "ROAD CLOSED".  The street I needed to turn to was only about 200 feet away or less!  But they closed it for repairs!  At this point, I was in panic mode.  The movie was going to start in a few minutes, and I had no idea how to re-route myself!  After all, I was in the middle of nowhere! I only knew one way to get there...and that was was closed!  I told Owen that the road was closed....and as I turned around, he said: "I will help you find it!  It's otay!"  I was like...."OKAY....thanks", but with a hint of desperation as I try to re-route my brain to find an alternative route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a street that looked like it was going to the direction I wanted to go to, so I turned right with that hope that we would get to the movie on time.  But as I looked at the time, the movie had already started!  But thank goodness for previews!  I can still do it!  I hinted to my son that we may be too late and maybe we could watch a different movie, but he quickly exclaimed: "But I want to see Star Wars!  I want to see sword fighting!"  I thought to myself: "OKAY VINCI....YOU CAN'T DISAPPOINT YOUR SON!"  Talk about pressure!  There was no way I was going to let him down!  So, ONWARD we go!  I drove as the roads curved and turned into conspicuous angles.  I had no idea if I was going  North, South, East or West!  I was just hoping I was going the right direction!  My mind was blank as the place seemed so foreign to me.  It was nothing but cornfields!  And at this time in the season, the corn stalks are so tall I can't see anything for miles!  As I looked at the time again, I was starting to lose hope.  I saw a stop sign and ALAS!  Civilization!  I saw houses, and then a few more cars!  WE ARE NOT ALONE!  I peeked at my son and I saw him looking at me, and I knew that I had to try my best to find my way!  And of course, asking to stop for directions is out of the question!  That was always the wife's job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I passed the stop sign, I saw a billboard with several arrows pointing to different locations.  I was confused and doubted myself...and I decided to turn around.  As I did this, Owen started saying: "I don't want to go home yet.  This is the wrong way!" The funny thing is, I actually listened to the little guy.  I don't know how we would have known where we were, but I just thought that maybe he knew.  Who was I to doubt him?  So, I got back in the previous direction, and as I passed the sign again, I saw the arrow pointing to the street I needed to be and we were headed the right way!  I was right, and Owen was right too! I was glad!  We kept going and there it was....BEHOLD THE MOVIE THEATER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We quickly got out of the car and ran inside! We got our tickets and enjoyed the movie!  We were set!  I had 2 bottles of water, and chicken nuggets that Michelle sent with us.  And we were the only ones inside!  I looked at my son many times during the movie and he was enjoying it. SUCH INNOCENCE.  SUCH PURE JOY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how a simple thing such as going to a movie can actually become a memorable experience for me and my son.  I can't wait for our next date!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-6464293665621484370?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6464293665621484370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=6464293665621484370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/6464293665621484370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/6464293665621484370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/date-with-my-son.html' title='A Date with My Son'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SLg394tNz9I/AAAAAAAADm4/EzkFc1N59Tc/s72-c/pg+il.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-5876157134768209717</id><published>2008-08-06T11:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T12:08:18.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Owen is going to be three!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Wow!  I really can't believe it!  Owen will be 3 in 13 days!  August 19th is the big day!  He is growing up way too fast!  I miss having a little baby to hold!  Every now and then, he lets me rock him like a baby, but most of the time, he is quick to say: "I am big boy now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is almost completely potty trained....We are working on the waking up to go potty at night....but when he has an accident, he is quick to strip off his clothes, and put on new ones, then he moves to our room and squeezes in between Michelle and I.  Actually, he usually takes over the bed!  He is a stinker!  But he is getting there!  He usually says: "Oops.  I had an accident.  But it's 'otay;.  Accidents happen sometimes."  How can you be mad when he says that?  He is too cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is still obsessed with swordfighting.....and he is getting better and better too!  It reminds me of me and younger brothers playing when we were kids......man..that was so long ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Owen has also become quite the jokester and trickster!  The other day while we were in church, he looked at me and said: "I have to go poo-poo."  I quickly took him out and brought him to the bathroom, then when I finally got there, he said: "I was just tricking you daddy."  HE GOT ME!  I didn't think they'd start doing that till they are teenagers....but I am watching out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he is a fun boy to be with!  I love my son!  He gives me big hugs and kisses every time I leave for work in the morning, and as soon as he hears the garage door open in the afternoon, he runs to the door, and starts waving at me.  Then we always get the mail together! That's our tradition, I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-5876157134768209717?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/5876157134768209717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=5876157134768209717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/5876157134768209717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/5876157134768209717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/owen-is-going-to-be-three.html' title='Owen is going to be three!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-2907066226957160383</id><published>2008-08-06T11:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T12:13:53.385-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ant  &amp; The Grasshopper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ybonesy/2572729523/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.flickr.com/photos/ybonesy/2572729523/" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this through an email the other day....and it was really a good one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ant and the Grasshopper&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; There are two Versions - Read Both&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; TRADITIONAL VERSION:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his&lt;br /&gt;&gt; house and laying up supplies for the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; plays the summer away.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Come winter, the ant is warm &amp;amp; well fed. The grasshopper has no food or&lt;br /&gt;&gt; shelter, so he dies out in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; MORAL OF THE STORY: Be responsible for yourself&lt;br /&gt;&gt; -----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; MODERN VERSION:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long,building his&lt;br /&gt;&gt; house &amp;amp; laying up supplies for the winter..&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs and dances and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; plays the summer away.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Come winter, the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; demands to know why the ant should be warm and well fed while others are&lt;br /&gt;&gt; cold and starving.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; CBS, NBC, PBS, CNN, and ABC show up to provide pictures of the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; shivering grasshopper next to a video of the ant in his comfortable&lt;br /&gt;&gt; home with a table filled with food.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; America is stunned by the sharp contrast.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; How can this be, that in a country of such wealth, this poor&lt;br /&gt;&gt; grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Kermit the Frog appears on Oprah with the grasshopper and everybody&lt;br /&gt;&gt; cries when they sing, 'It's Not Easy Being Green.'&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Jesse Jackson stages a demonstration in front of the ant's house where&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the news stations film the group singing, 'We shall overcome. Jesse&lt;br /&gt;&gt; then has the group kneel down to pray to God for the grasshopper's&lt;br /&gt;&gt; sake.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Nancy Pelosi, Harry Reid exclaim in an interview with Larry King that&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the ant has gotten rich off the back of the grasshopper, and both call&lt;br /&gt;&gt; for an immediate tax hike on the ant to make him pay his fair share.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Finally, the EEOC drafts the Economic Equity and Anti-Grasshopper Act&lt;br /&gt;&gt; retroactive to the beginning of the summer! The ant is fined for failing&lt;br /&gt;&gt; to hire a proportionate number of green bugs and, having nothing left to&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; pay his retroactive taxes, his home is confiscated by the government.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Hillary Clinton gets her old law firm to represent the grasshopper in a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; defamation suit against the ant, and the case is tried before a panel of&lt;br /&gt;&gt; federal judges that Bill Clinton appointed from a list of single-parent&lt;br /&gt;&gt; welfare recipients.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The ant loses the case.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The story ends as we see the grasshopper finishing up the last bits of&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the ant's food while the government house he is in, which just happens&lt;br /&gt;&gt; to be the ant's old house, crumbles around him because he doesn't&lt;br /&gt;&gt; maintain it.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The ant has disappeared in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The grasshopper is found dead in a drug related incident and the house,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; now abandoned, is taken over by a gang of spiders who terrorize the once&lt;br /&gt;&gt; peaceful neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; MORAL OF THE STORY:&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Be very careful how you vote in 2008&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-2907066226957160383?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2907066226957160383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=2907066226957160383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/2907066226957160383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/2907066226957160383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-grasshopper.html' title='The Ant  &amp; The Grasshopper'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-7397730209913465421</id><published>2008-07-08T13:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:40:56.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Family That Prays Together Stays Together</title><content type='html'>A Family that Prays together........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;As a people, aren’t we grateful that family prayer is not an out-of-date practice with us? There is not a more beautiful sight in all this world than to see a family praying together. There is real meaning behind the oft-quoted adage: “The family that prays together stays together.” The Lord directed that we have family prayer when He said: “Pray in your families unto the Father, always in my name, that your wives and your children may be blessed.” (&lt;a href="http://scriptures.lds.org/3_ne/18/21#21" onclick="newWindow('http://scriptures.lds.org/3_ne/18//21#21')" target="contentWindow" class="scriptureRef"&gt;3 Ne. 18:21&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I am not sure if I truly ever knew the truthfulness of that statement.  For a few weeks, Owen didn't want to pray with us even thought before that, he was doing really good.  He was always eager to say prayers even though it mostly comprised of being thankful for his toys.  But somehow, something happened and made him very "uncooperative" when its time to pray.  He came up with silly excuses like: "I'm too tired.  I'm too sleepy."  Or sometimes, he would even resort to throwing fits.  But these last couple of weeks, something changed again - almost like a small miracle that I was able to witness in front of my very eyes.  Ever since we noticed how uncooperative he had become, we realized that we, as his parents, were mostly at fault.  After all, it was our job to teach how to pray.  We had not been good examples.  We had broken that consistency of saying family prayers together when we were busy doing different things.  But as soon as we learned to realize our mistake, and swallowed our pride, things started changing for the better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Last night, we had another family home evening, and we had tons of fun again!  Before I left for work, Owen came into our room and climbed into bed.  I told him that it was the night for Family Home Evening again.  He got excited, and remembered the game we played the previous week.  His excitement made me happy and excited too!  I looked forward to getting home from work as soon as possible and when I got home, we had dinner, turned off the t.v. and then we had our Family Home Evening.  We had fun again! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When it was time to pray, Owen gladly said the prayer.  Even when it's someone's turn, as soon as Michelle and I would start, he'd start saying: "Thank you for my toys."  Of course....how can you not be thankful for your toys, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I guess I am just glad that we have been getting better.  It does make a big difference to pray together.  I feel like we are on the right track.  I know there are still many things that we need to be better at, but this is a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; I want to end with this quote: &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Let us not neglect our &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; prayers. That old saying is yet true: “The &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; that &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;prays&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt; stays &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;together&lt;/span&gt;.” By providing an example of prayer to our children, we will also be helping them to begin their own deep foundations of faith and testimonies which they will need throughout their lives." How Firm a Foundation, Thomas S. Monson.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-7397730209913465421?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/7397730209913465421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=7397730209913465421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/7397730209913465421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/7397730209913465421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-that-prays-together-stays.html' title='A Family That Prays Together Stays Together'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-4659327789120923503</id><published>2008-07-01T10:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T10:19:33.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Home Evening</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="63"&gt;So, we finally did this right!  At least, I think so!  We decided that we were going to commit to doing this.  I got home from work and we had dinner.  We turned off the t.v. and spent some time together.  Michelle made a yummy dinner, as usual, (with white rice of course!) and then we had our family home evening.  It's not that we never did it before, it just always felt like we weren't committed to doing it.  We sang and had the opening prayer.  Michelle had the lesson.  She taught the same lesson she used for her class in primary.  It was about appreciating what blessings we have received.  It was a very interactive lesson.  We had one big tub of water, and an empty cup.  We had a spoon to scoop water into the cup.  We all took turns and each person said something that they are thankful for.  To my surprise, Owen enjoyed it a lot!  He kept saying: "My turn!" And of course, he was thankful for his toys, his movies, the t.v. etc.  But the more we talked about the things we were grateful for...Owen started being thankful for more special things like: "I'm thankful that daddy's home."  He was also thankful for "Heavenly Father" and for Jesus Christ, and then he was thankful that I haven't gotten into any car accident and that I'm getting better.  I thought it was cute!  But the more we thought of things we were blessed with, we started filling up the cup.  And then it was overflowing with water, which symbolized how we have truly been blessed by our Father in heaven with so many blessings.  Our cup truly "hath runneth over".  I thought it was an awesome lesson! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we had play time together.  A co-worker of mine gave me puzzles for Owen.  They were all 25-piece puzzles.  They were at Owen's age level, but come to find out, I am below that level!  I hate puzzles!  Always did!  So, we raced to finish our own individual puzzles, and guess who lost?  I won't say who!  But the second round I won! (only because I cheated!)  But we all had fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this is the very reason why the church started this program - not for the church - but simply for the families to find extra time to do things together -to be closer.  I read an article entitled "Make time to be holy."  And it was something that I think was written for me.  I have always wanted to find time to read scriptures, or spend more time with my family, but my excuse is always: "I don't have enough time."  But this quote has truly helped to put things in perspective: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;“We will have to make some hard choices of how we use our time. But there should never be a conscious choice to let the spiritual become secondary as a pattern in our lives. Never. …When we put God’s purposes first, He will give us miracles.… Those apparent prison walls of ‘not enough time’ will begin to recede, even as you are called to do more.”&lt;strong&gt; President Henry B. Eyring, First Counselor in the First Presidency, “Education for Real Life,” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ensign,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Oct. 2002, 18, 20, 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oftentimes, we forget the simplest of things, and then we complicate things by trying to come up with something new.  I am actually glad that I have the opportunity to make changes in my life.  They are not drastic changes, more like improvements.  I am happy to have a family who loves me even when I make bad choices at times, but they are still to love me. It makes me think of our Father in Heaven.  How hard must it be for him when we don't find time to remember Him?  But I know that He is there for us and that He loves us...always.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-4659327789120923503?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4659327789120923503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=4659327789120923503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/4659327789120923503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/4659327789120923503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/07/family-home-evening.html' title='Family Home Evening'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-2784332667086869989</id><published>2008-05-16T10:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T10:40:14.297-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not a baby anymore.</title><content type='html'>It's just amazing how kids grow so fast!  Owen will be three years old in a couple of months proudly declares that he is not a baby anymore.  He claims that he is a big boy now.  He even listed a few things he will do when he gets bigger.  He says: "When I get bigger, I will shave like daddy and drive!"  Before I know it, that day will be just around the corner.  But his best declaration is: "When I get married, I will get married in the temple someday." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure is a thrill to see him grow and be more and more independent.  He likes to do things for himself, and gets mad when you help him.  But there are still times when he wants to be close and be treated like a baby.  I love those times.  I guess in many ways I still wish he is still a baby.  But I am happy that he is growing up so well.  He is now over his obsession with trains.  He now loves swords and he carries that sword everywhere.  What a hoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talks about so many things now.  Conversations seem to be more and more meaningful with him.  He likes to talk about his day and what he did even though it can be summarized in one word: "PLAY".  He plays all day - no wonder Michelle is exhausted.  I am sure I will feel the same way if I am the one at home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have noticed with Owen is his extreme likeness to my personality.  It's scary, knowing myself, and I feel bad for Michelle!!  Maybe that's why she is even more exhausted when I get home because she has 2 kids bugging her!  But all is well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love being a dad.  And also being a husband.  I love seeing my wife and son at the end of the day.  They truly lift me up especially after a long day at work.  The commute to work has been getting longer and longer lately - with traffic and construction.  I wish I could spend more time with the family.  But I know that we try to treasure the time we have.  As long as they both know that I love them and that I am there for them - I am happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-2784332667086869989?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/2784332667086869989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=2784332667086869989' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/2784332667086869989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/2784332667086869989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-baby-anymore.html' title='Not a baby anymore.'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-724440073654715534</id><published>2008-05-07T10:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T11:58:53.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming home....</title><content type='html'>It always seems bittersweet when you're wife and son leaves for a couple of weeks to see your in-laws.  You start thinking about all the freedom you now have and all the unfinished projects you can now finish. But at the same time, you also think about how empty the house now feels and that is the true reason why you want to stay busy - so you won't think about how much you truly miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think in life we are given certain glimpses of what a thrill it would be to live a totally different life from the one you are currently living, but as soon as reality kicks in, you are then faced with that awkward, and almost sentimental feeling that you wish things were just exactly the way they were.  It just shows how much we don't always appreciate what we have.  And the more I think about how my life is with my family, I am filled with the memories of being together and just doing things together.  I have now come to the understanding the true essence of quality time, that is, after all is sad and done, the true precious moments are the ones unplanned, uncensored, and almost downright embarrassing events that causes us to really appreciate the ones we love.  These are the memories that help us stay connected with what we have today, and it causes us to have a real sense of hope for what the future may hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure missed having my wife and son home, but I know that it is important for my wife to see her family, and for my son to also get to know his relatives in Utah.  Plus, I got to go out and stay up late and do random things without feeling guilty that I should be home.  So, I guess it all worked out, and every one is happy, but now that they are coming home, it's time to go back to the family life - and I have no complaints about it.  That is what we are now - family of three - and I know that we are happy together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-724440073654715534?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/724440073654715534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=724440073654715534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/724440073654715534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/724440073654715534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/05/coming-home.html' title='Coming home....'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-6108220506546031456</id><published>2008-04-22T11:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T12:08:11.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving gas. Enjoying life.</title><content type='html'>I have been doing this experiment these past few weeks.  I have slowed down my speed when I drive to work and I have been keeping my speed around 65 mph or slower.  Amazingly enough, I have been able to get up to 450 miles/tank (12 gallons).  I used to drive about 75-80 mph on the highway on average, and I barely got to 400 miles.  So I consider this experiment a success based on how much money I have been saving, but there's another area that I feel like I succeeded with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I slowed down and not rushed myself to get from point A to point B, I have been able to look around and see what's around me.  I have intently watched day in and day out the changes of the colors of the fields-from brown to green.  It makes me think of how life takes on a gradual change, and to witness the whole process, is in many ways inspiring, which then causes me to reflect on life.  I think that sometimes, we get so busy with all the things we want to do, that we miss out on the little things that should matter more.  It seems as if we thrive on staying busy, but at the same time complain about it, and sometimes we think that we're being lazy when we're not doing anything.  Is that really the case?  I am not admonishing laziness, but I think  that slowing down can lead us to cherish more simple things in life.  I think that has been a new philosophy I have been practicing lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to just be absorbed with work and making extra money so I can do more, see more, buy more.  And that lasted for a while.  But I think the older I get, and hopefully wiser as well, I have started to want different things.  Waking up early no longer meant getting to work earlier so I can get overtime....it's more about taking my time and enjoying my time while I am still at home.  I don't feel like I have to rush myself out the door, but I take my time and hope that my son would wake up so I could see his smiling face before I leave.  Or I can talk to my wife just a few minutes more in person, not just on the phone throughout the day.  I think I leave my house a happier person when I do these things because I don't feel like I am racing with time. Come to think of it, who can catch time anyway?  I don't want to miss a beat..or miss a season in my son's life.  I don't want to wake up one morning regretting what I could have done more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think living in the present is what LIVING really means.  Grammatically, living is a progressive verb - so, it's in the process.   I can't truly enjoy life if I am not cherishing TODAY. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a father, I think I want to the best dad.  I don't look for a medal or a plaque, but as long as my son knows that I am there for him, I am happy.  I don't want to have to pretend that I am the best father or husband, I want to be that kind of father and husband right now, this very moment, today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, this experiment with slowing down really opened up my eyes and my mind to why it is so important to cherish our families and closest friends today.  As much as I like saving money, I think that what I have learned is priceless - that life, stripped of all the vanity and complexities - is all about treasuring what we already have  - and that life is not to be lived by trying to catch tomorrow.  LIVE IN THE PRESENT.  When I think of it this way, it's pretty simple, isn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-6108220506546031456?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/6108220506546031456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=6108220506546031456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/6108220506546031456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/6108220506546031456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/saving-gas-enjoying-life.html' title='Saving gas. Enjoying life.'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-4265144728119974885</id><published>2008-04-19T18:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T12:07:03.431-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marathon'/><title type='text'>Who's in? Who's out? Off to the races!!!!</title><content type='html'>Well, I have some amazing news!!!! I got some new people who committed to run a half marathon and half marathon this year!!!!  I think the word "COMMITTED" is perfect to describe what it takes to be motivated to run these races!  We must be CRAZY!  Well, I know I am!  I guess you have to be to hang round me!!  But it's okay!  I promise that it will be worth it!  I know that all the hard work will pay off.  And I promise that all the blisters, cramps, etc. will go away after an extended period of time!  Always remember that it's for a good cause!  And YOU can finish the race! NO MATTER WHAT!  You can prove to yourself that you can do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course, you have to work hard and do your own share.  Preparation is crucial!  Learning how to prioritize your time for training is essential to your success! So, Let's all start working hard!  Walking precedes running!  Don't overdo it and push too hard in the beginning!!  Take your time and condition your body well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are the people who have committed to run!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Filio (half marathon)&lt;br /&gt;Rey Lim (half marathon)&lt;br /&gt;Trent Warner (half and full marathons)&lt;br /&gt;Brooke Warner (half and full marathons)&lt;br /&gt;Cameron Beckham (full marathon)&lt;br /&gt;Calvin Murdock (full marathon)&lt;br /&gt;Joe Nevels (5 mile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to start a new blog to feature all the runners!  And keep track of their progress!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am soooo excited!  See you at the finish line!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-4265144728119974885?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/4265144728119974885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=4265144728119974885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/4265144728119974885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/4265144728119974885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/whos-in-whos-out-off-to-races.html' title='Who&apos;s in? Who&apos;s out? Off to the races!!!!'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-71872144790974499</id><published>2008-04-15T21:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T21:33:42.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's official!  Let's do it!</title><content type='html'>Okay everyone!!!!  This is going to be crazy!!  But I have decided and convinced myself after much thought.....I'm running another marathon this year!  I am finally feeling pretty determined!  My body seems to have healed from the last marathon and the car accident!  WOOHOO!!!  I can move about freely without pain!  And pain killers!! So, that's awesome!  I got my work cut out for me, but anything is possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not decided what race to do for sure, but it will be in fall.  I will most likely do a half marathon sometime in the summer to see where I am at!  It will most likely be in Chicago.  As for the actual marathon, there's a lot of possibilities, so START TRAINING!  Commit...and run!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please feel free to let me know if you get hit with the spirit of running!  The feeling of accomplishment after enduring all the pain is like no other!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-71872144790974499?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/71872144790974499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=71872144790974499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/71872144790974499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/71872144790974499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-official-lets-do-it.html' title='It&apos;s official!  Let&apos;s do it!'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-1344683682000314911</id><published>2008-04-08T11:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T11:46:34.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning from a child</title><content type='html'>Last night, I rocked Owen before he went to bed.  I usually sing to him, but I have been sick and have a cold, so I can't really sing.  So we just talked.  He told me about his day and he usually says he played a lot.  But last night as we were talking, he said something that really almost made me speechless, and I had to apologize to my toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said: "Daddy  doesn't play with me when the t.v. is on.  Daddy plays with me when it's off."  At first, I wasn't sure what I heard from my son, so i asked him again.  He repeated it, and I was so surprised that he was able to see that at his young age.  I was almost embarrassed to admit that there had been times when I would be glued to the t.v. even when he wants to play.  I felt like the worst father in the world, so I apologized to him and asked him if he was mad.  He said: "No." He then gave me a hug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lesson I learned here is that I can't underestimate how much my son does and doesn't comprehend.  His observation was clear and simple.  I promised him I would be better.  For him, I am sure he didn't know the effect it would have in me, but since I want him to always know that I love him, and that he is important to me, I am willing to set aside my desire to watch certain shows so I can play with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was truly a humbling experience to hear the words of a child - so honest and true.  I love the fact that he communicates so well.  He amazes me each day as he continues to grow and learn so many different things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, I asked him three questions.  1) Do you want a new train or daddy at home?  2) Do you want a big big new train or daddy at home?  3)  Do you want a really really new big train or daddy at home?  To my amazement, he said: "I want daddy home.  I like you home.  You play with me."  It makes me smile inside and out.  I love being a father.  I love being a husband.  I love trying to  be the best I can be for my loved ones so they will know that I am and will always be there for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-1344683682000314911?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1344683682000314911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=1344683682000314911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/1344683682000314911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/1344683682000314911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/learning-from-child.html' title='Learning from a child'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3074336756473727840.post-1415810370250889381</id><published>2008-04-07T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:38:03.731-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About being a father'/><title type='text'>Looking through Owen's eyes</title><content type='html'>Ever since Owen started talking a lot, I have been so excited to just hear him talk and listen to him even when I have to listen to certain things a few times before I get it.  But as days pass by, his words become clearer and clearer.  Every time I get a chance to get him ready for bed, I love talking to him and asking him about his day!  Sometimes, I ask him questions that are so simple, but his responses seem to move me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, we were talking about President Hinckley.  We have taught him that he was the prophet, and then we told him that he had recently died.  He repeated the other night that President Hickley is dead.  And I asked him: "Where is he now?"  He then said: "I don't know."  I proceeded to explain to him that he is in Heaven. He then smiled and told me: "Heaven is a happy place."  I smiled and commended him for his answer.  I then asked him,"Do you want to go to heaven?"  He shook his head and said: "No."  I asked why not, and he then said: "I WANT TO STAY WITH YOU." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was just something about it that made me feel a lot of joy as a father.  And even close to tears when I think about my son who loves me so much.  He loves it when I am home from work, or on weekends, when we play.  I guess he is my number one fan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a father is so much enjoyable when you have a son like Owen.  His smile just melts my heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3074336756473727840-1415810370250889381?l=filiofamily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/feeds/1415810370250889381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3074336756473727840&amp;postID=1415810370250889381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/1415810370250889381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3074336756473727840/posts/default/1415810370250889381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://filiofamily.blogspot.com/2008/04/looking-through-owens-eyes.html' title='Looking through Owen&apos;s eyes'/><author><name>Vinci, Michelle and Owen Filio</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18309637420005834614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BulPWyrBvJU/SMR-b7HRA8I/AAAAAAAADy8/8vrdbXypEDI/S220/Photo+74.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
