Practicing the Fine Art of Re-blogging =))
***Some posts are original & by me too of course!***
I'm not much for posting pics of myself, 'coz I would rather you not know me
by my physical appearance, instead...
I would like you to know me by what I see as beautiful in this world by the
photos I post
I would like you to know what I think by the words I share
I would like you to know what I feel by the music that I play.
...so feel free to browse!
Promo! Promo! I’m giving away new Liz Claiborne belts! The first to reblog this post with the correct answer to my question wins. I’ll be shipping these baby’s to you, wherever you are ,-D (Taken with instagram)
One way to show my appreciation to friends, followers, and blogquaintances…
Reblog this post and answer this question to get a chance to score 2 Liz Claiborne accessory belts.
Completely home alone today. I had no one to help with breakfast or lunch. I thought I could survive w/ just drinking liquids and chocolate covered almonds, but after 12nn my tummy started grumbling. I figured I’d just order some Mickey D’s for delivery but I checked my cash and realized I forgot to withdraw some from the ATM. Ahck! So yeah, I had too cook for myself. I hate chopping garlic & onions ‘coz they make my hands stink and I haven’t really figured out how to stop crying from chopping those damn onions. But anyhoo, I went with a dish that had the simplest ingredients. I don’t know if there is an actual name for the recipe but all I used were onions, a lot of garlic, fresh tomatoes, angel hair pasta and fresh basil leaves…I love basil! As much as possible, I always cook with basil ^__^.
I had to take a souvenir shot of my victory in the kitchen. It turned out pretty yummy (if I may say so), and healthy too ,-)
I just realized that it’s been 2 MONTHS (at least) since I last ate at McDonalds. I kinda miss their Quarter Pounder & Large Fries. I am minutely impressed by my detachment from my junk food cravings lately. I will “pounder” tomorrow if I should try out the double quarter pounder.
This was my Dad, in his younger years. I found this photo while going through the “old treasure chest.” I have no idea on how old he was here.
One of the fondest memories I have of my Dad is of him playing his guitar. He played a lot of Elvis’ songs but what I would always beg for him to play would be Puff the Magic Dragon. Being a little girl who’s head was all caught up in fairy tales, Puff the Magic Dragon had that fantasy appeal to me. Every time my dad played this song my imagination would start drifting off to a place that had knights, dragons and damsels in distress. I considered my Dad to be a rock star in his own right…but I guess when you’re a little girl your Dad will always be a rock star and a super hero in your eyes ^__^.
I can’t personally greet my Dad Happy Father’s Day, so this is my way of shouting out into the heavens to let him know I’m thinking about him, I miss him, and that I love him.
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY TO ALL THE DADS OUT THERE! ^__^