tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85634462574710453222024-03-05T21:29:11.901-08:00Life of a Pinay SAHM in America...her innermost thoughts and feelings, opinions and life in general.Cecilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047152725268920400noreply@blogger.comBlogger337125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563446257471045322.post-49978091787316054932014-01-16T23:47:00.000-08:002014-01-16T23:51:39.022-08:00I Thought You Are My Friend!<div style="font-family: georgia; text-align: justify;">
<span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">When we met online, I was very happy for I thought I met new true friend. I was amazed that I can meet virtual friends that I can trust...just like my offline friends whom I became closed to and became like a part of my family. I treated you nicely just like my friends offline. I am so disappointed and was wrong. You started to think that I was "plastic or tupperware". What made you think that? Was that because I stopped visiting your blogs often, stopped chating with you on YM, stopped joining your giveaways or what? Is that how you based the meaning of friendship? If that is the case....then tell me....who is the plastic or tupperware now?</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-size: 85%;">You don't even have guts to say it on me. YM me or talk with me on my blogs, email me or even FB me....do it! Don't hide yourself thinking that I am such a dummy to not figure out that I was the one you are referring to when you make "pasaring" in your posts. Now, who is the plastic or tupperware when you pretended like you care and still visit my blogs every once in awhile writing something like you really care at all?</span><span style="font-size: 85%;"><br /></span></span> </div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 85%;">Have you asked me why I don't blog hop enough now than I used to? No! You didn't? Please don't call me something like "I am not" because I never done that to you! Now, I say what I felt. Can you do that, too!? I doubt not. Cause if you do, you.... will never talk about me behind my back!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 85%;"><span style="font-size: 100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">As the saying goes..."you cannot please or even love everybody".....I know that now. I should have never tried.</span></span></span><br />
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Cecilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047152725268920400noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563446257471045322.post-12036804103286389292012-05-14T21:24:00.003-07:002012-05-14T21:35:30.379-07:00Post Mother's Day Lunch Date<div style="text-align: center;">Thanks Honey for the treat, and for the time we spent together today and everyday :-). I love you!<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-84iSmYRMgDE/T7HcSfDcbgI/AAAAAAAAGi4/0uNsccSdzls/s1600/May%2B2012%2B024.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-84iSmYRMgDE/T7HcSfDcbgI/AAAAAAAAGi4/0uNsccSdzls/s320/May%2B2012%2B024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5742613210005794306" border="0" /></a>My dessert, cheesecake...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pY6u4eCexi8/T7HcSGN24GI/AAAAAAAAGis/BKAywTYsego/s1600/May%2B2012%2B023.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pY6u4eCexi8/T7HcSGN24GI/AAAAAAAAGis/BKAywTYsego/s320/May%2B2012%2B023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5742613203338584162" border="0" /></a>our main course.....<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s1Wka4jC3Kc/T7HcS7qdp7I/AAAAAAAAGjE/qD6JPHtjAvs/s1600/May%2B2012%2B025.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s1Wka4jC3Kc/T7HcS7qdp7I/AAAAAAAAGjE/qD6JPHtjAvs/s320/May%2B2012%2B025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5742613217685645234" border="0" /></a>and his dessert, salt cake with vanilla ice cream :-).<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Yesterday was Mother's Day celebration, but hubby and I couldn't go out to eat because it was Sabbath day where we are not allowed to go, but church. I got a present from hubby and son though. I teased my husband whether he has a plan to take me out on a date the next day. And sure enough has; he did take me to a nice lunch at T.G.I. Fridays in Mesquite today :-). We both enjoy our date and the food. Anyway, above are the meal I ordered...we pretty much ordered the same food except the dessert.<br /></div>Cecilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047152725268920400noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563446257471045322.post-50155814383930923562012-04-29T14:03:00.000-07:002012-04-29T14:04:19.470-07:00My Weight Loss Plan, Biggest Loser Competition, Etc...<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">Two weeks ago, I joined a Biggest Loser Competition group that my friend set up. There are 40 members, all of who pitched in $25. If you lose 8% of your weight by July 7th she rips the check up. If you don't, the money goes to the Biggest Loser (the person with the greatest percentage of weight loss).</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">I started losing weight a week ago before this started. The first week the competition started was actually the first week I gained weight since Christmas and I have had trouble losing it since. About three months ago when; went to have my routine check up with my doctor. Everything was fine when the lab work came out and we were very pleased with the results. My doctor told me that all; need to do is to lose weight since the holiday is over, and eating is no longer an excuse. He challenged me that after three months that I would need to lose at least 5 pounds before I see him again three months from that day. For whatever reason, I kept telling myself that I would follow his advised, I would eat less and exercise more. But that goal didn't happen. And I only have less than three weeks before I see hm again for my annual exams.</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">So far, I have lost, more or less 10 pounds, and I am feeling great. Been eating less and exercising more for the past three weeks. My blood sugar level has gone down from high to 60 (the lowest), plus my insulin shot was decreased to 20 units each night compared to 60 units before I joined the competition. </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; text-align: justify;">I hope that I would be able to continue losing weight even when the competition is over. I really want to go back to my ideal weight before I got married which was 100 pounds. I know I can do it.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Cecilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047152725268920400noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563446257471045322.post-19600270768322955792012-02-29T20:23:00.002-08:002020-07-09T19:58:53.983-07:00My Moment, My Little Time<div style="text-align: justify;">
Being a Mom is not an easy job, but it is rewarding, fulfilling, and priceless. I love it even though it took my whole time like I work 24/7 a day, 365 days a year. I am a babysitter, driver, shopper, all around maid, teacher, reader and story teller, playmate, a photographer and etc...You can hardy see me in our family album. But the other day, I had my moment. Hubby and son took a lot of pictures of me when we were out having fun time together. here are the few of them, lol.</div>
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-51pof_Yk9XI/T076SPandRI/AAAAAAAAGfQ/IXgLAA6Rz3k/s1600/Feb.%2B%2B2012%2B107.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714780168462497042" src="https://4.bp.blogspot.com/-51pof_Yk9XI/T076SPandRI/AAAAAAAAGfQ/IXgLAA6Rz3k/s320/Feb.%2B%2B2012%2B107.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /></a>This was taken when we were out of the aquarium after we see fun things inside the place.</div>
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMRxm7CS8mw/T076RjSiAuI/AAAAAAAAGfE/d02Rn6I3IiI/s1600/Feb.%2B%2B2012%2B076.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714780156617425634" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TMRxm7CS8mw/T076RjSiAuI/AAAAAAAAGfE/d02Rn6I3IiI/s320/Feb.%2B%2B2012%2B076.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>Inside the DWA, on the tunnel I posed :-)</div>
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DsY3ccvIGAg/T076RacwNpI/AAAAAAAAGe4/3W_VkRipA4A/s1600/Feb.%2B%2B2012%2B071.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714780154244380306" src="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DsY3ccvIGAg/T076RacwNpI/AAAAAAAAGe4/3W_VkRipA4A/s320/Feb.%2B%2B2012%2B071.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>Husband had fun taking a photo of me.<br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vRCT_OcqBqI/T076SpAUwtI/AAAAAAAAGfc/2nMWvcWw5qY/s1600/Feb.%2B%2B2012%2B111.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714780175331541714" src="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vRCT_OcqBqI/T076SpAUwtI/AAAAAAAAGfc/2nMWvcWw5qY/s320/Feb.%2B%2B2012%2B111.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /></a>And this one was taken by my son outside the Harbor place in Rockwall where we have pizza for dinner. We had a blast!</div>
Cecilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047152725268920400noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563446257471045322.post-72210756863606687912012-02-18T21:42:00.001-08:002012-02-18T21:48:33.159-08:00Pink Friday: Personalized Valentines Card from Hubby<div style="text-align: justify;">I am joining this meme again after my long absence blogging :-); I miss joining memes and hopefully, I can join every week. Anyway, here is a photo of the Valentines cars my husband gave to me last week. He made it himself that is why it is my favorite card he had given me so far. The one on the left with red heart was the one I got for him. I gave him a box of chocolates, too.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QEmDDT2tHuk/T0CMAe8QWII/AAAAAAAAGd4/_AOAx1r9Y1I/s1600/Feb.%2B%2B2012%2B011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QEmDDT2tHuk/T0CMAe8QWII/AAAAAAAAGd4/_AOAx1r9Y1I/s320/Feb.%2B%2B2012%2B011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710718267439470722" border="0" /></a>Valentines cards we have given to each other this year.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=" ;font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;color:#000000;" ><a href="http://www.pinkthoughts.com/"><img src="http://i732.photobucket.com/albums/ww323/pink-thoughts/banner.jpg" /></a></span></div>Cecilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047152725268920400noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563446257471045322.post-84991800566826045942012-02-18T21:10:00.000-08:002012-02-18T21:28:30.127-08:00Things I Learned As a SAHM<div style="text-align: justify;">Back in the country where I was borne and raised, I don't remember learning to do some arts and crafts at school. That is why I'm no good at it. I can draw, but that's about it! After high school, I started working a part time job....and been very busy...no time to discover or even develop any talents that God given me. I don't even know how to cook till I started to live on my own. Now, that I am married with a child and living in a foreign country, I don't have any choice but to live the way people live here. I became even more independent, crafty, cook, driver, painter, and accountant. I am grateful to live in this free land where I have the potential to become what God wanted me to be.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MSJjRKZXBOE/T0CF-iFvSmI/AAAAAAAAGds/lBVFATSava0/s1600/lollipopb.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MSJjRKZXBOE/T0CF-iFvSmI/AAAAAAAAGds/lBVFATSava0/s320/lollipopb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710711636855048802" border="0" /></a>Butterfly Lollipop<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BC5bO_esXKg/T0CFi7jLnxI/AAAAAAAAGdU/wn8Cm5QwSX8/s1600/Feb.%2B%2B2012%2B018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BC5bO_esXKg/T0CFi7jLnxI/AAAAAAAAGdU/wn8Cm5QwSX8/s320/Feb.%2B%2B2012%2B018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710711162653089554" border="0" /></a>Bookmarks<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6DsUHAypg0s/T0CFixCTM4I/AAAAAAAAGdk/VKDfuwexJok/s1600/bee%2Bmine.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6DsUHAypg0s/T0CFixCTM4I/AAAAAAAAGdk/VKDfuwexJok/s320/bee%2Bmine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5710711159830819714" border="0" /></a>Bee Mine cards<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">One of the many things I learned living here in United States is arts and crafts. I can make afghan (crochet), decorate my house, and make cards for my son to bring to school every Valentines Day party. So, here are some of the few items I have made for him.<br /></div></div>Cecilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047152725268920400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563446257471045322.post-25796400622711112522012-02-01T00:14:00.000-08:002012-02-01T00:40:33.618-08:00Missing My Home Country<div style="text-align: justify;">My mind has been busy lately thinking about my life here in United States. Frankly speaking, I was very happy for the past seven years living here with my own little family (of three). With my very supportive, responsible, hardworking, caring, loving and thoughtful husband, I can never ask for more. The birth of our second child, Jacob has made our life more meaningful and eventful. We love him so much and he is our pride and joy! He is now seven year old, turning eight this July. I am still happy when I think about how God has blessed me with such a wonderful family (of my own). But lately, I feel very unhappy and incomplete. Something is missing and I couldn't figure out what it is that would make me the happiest person alive. I realized now, that I am just missing my family overseas. I am missing my relatives, friends, and the country where I was born and raised. Believe it or not, but I still feel homesick, longing to spend my life in the Philippines. Yes, I have all the things that I need, except my parents, siblings and their families and the country and its culture. I am active at church, magnifying my callings as a teacher in Sunday school, trying to live the gospel, but no real friends in there. I don't feel like belong there anymore. But I have no choice, but be active and keep God's commandments. Then today, I was reminded that I don't need many friends to be happy. The quote below made me realized that I have few friends that I can call "real friends". I love them and they make me happy. They don't belong to the church I go to, but they are my real friends, who appreciate me for who I am; and I am so grateful for that.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">"Surround yourself with people who know your worth. You don't need too many people to be happy, just few real ones who appreciate you for exactly who you are." ~Unknown~</span><br /><br />I know this is the way how God is telling me that I am of worth. I am important to Him and His plan. Now, the thought of not going to church anymore diminished. I realized that it is Satan who is there trying to discourage me to keep doing what I am doing. I am so glad with the Holy Ghost who always help me make right choices....thus guiding me through good and bad times of my life.<br /></div>Cecilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047152725268920400noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563446257471045322.post-45089440887251016442012-01-31T21:53:00.000-08:002012-01-31T22:18:43.921-08:00Trials and Tribulations are Life's Blessings<div style="text-align: justify;">I have been very occupied with lots of things in my life that I have lost track of my blogs. I thought I still have six blogs and have forgotten my two new blogs! This is one of the two :-(. Shame on me. Can you blame me? With our recent trip to the Philippines and my health, I think those who really know me and love me will understand what I am going through. They would say that my health and family is more important than anything in this world. Life is still hard after we got back from our trip, but it has to go on. Trials and tribulations are part of life...they will help mold me into a better and stronger person....for me these are blessings for I can learn from them. I love my life even with those trials. They make my life better and happier!</div>Cecilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047152725268920400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563446257471045322.post-23841403349862267032012-01-25T22:10:00.000-08:002012-01-31T22:12:07.910-08:00Getting to Know Me<div style="text-align: justify;">I<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> am a wife, mother, believer, daughter, dreamer, sister, friend, achiever, servant, and a blogger. A carefree individual safeguarded by limits...which for is good. Without limit, I could be in danger! I do believe that writing is an art and it soothes the spirit and mind.</span> </div><p style="text-align:center;"> </p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;">No matter how high the level of your intellectual capacity is, you will still end up a mediocre if you will not exert a consistent effort in studying and doing the best you can to excel. There’s nothing insurmountable in this life when you let faith or prayer prevails over pride or pessimism. There’s nothing wrong in wearing make up and dressing fabulously as long as it’s within the Lord’s standard and not for worldly gratification. Remember, physical beauty fades, but inner beauty and intelligence will be carried out to the highest realm. I’m a believer of inner beauty! Learning does not stop when a degree is earned, because every ending is always a beginning of a new knowledge and wisdom venture. Having a loving and supportive family, amazing husband or companion and good friends define the best support system.</div>Cecilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047152725268920400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563446257471045322.post-68652107660091969372012-01-21T22:08:00.000-08:002012-01-31T22:19:33.142-08:00My Son's Artwork<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;">This is my very first entry for Willa's new meme "kids in doodles." Here are few of my son's artworks; aside from reading and math, my son loves to draw and color. I was surprise when he showed me this drawings one day! I am impressed! For a six year old boy, these photos are amazing...and he is awesome. We are very proud of you, Son!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qWjNy4JCR_0/Tb45tjZwtdI/AAAAAAAAGMI/dJeMA0o2QZU/s1600/May%2B2011%2B013.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qWjNy4JCR_0/Tb45tjZwtdI/AAAAAAAAGMI/dJeMA0o2QZU/s320/May%2B2011%2B013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601978441255663058" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CqBLX0QC5RA/Tb45tsAVQ4I/AAAAAAAAGMQ/GAGk213cKGc/s1600/May%2B2011%2B010.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CqBLX0QC5RA/Tb45tsAVQ4I/AAAAAAAAGMQ/GAGk213cKGc/s320/May%2B2011%2B010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601978443564925826" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Anyway, click the badge below to share your kid's doodles or artwork... :-)! We'd love to see them, too! Thanks Willa for hosting/creating this fun meme.<br /></div>Cecilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047152725268920400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563446257471045322.post-35701405801885192452012-01-17T22:06:00.000-08:002012-01-31T22:07:52.589-08:00Things Worth Thinking<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;" >One time while I was reading my niece's blog, I came across this post. After reading it...I paused for a while and think.....What would you think if you were me? Share us you thoughts if you may; thank you :-)!</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify; font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <div face="trebuchet ms" style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1x1GCZTTD8c/TcOZkGza8yI/AAAAAAAAGOA/_XUrKvVd4QA/s1600/think-icon-web.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1x1GCZTTD8c/TcOZkGza8yI/AAAAAAAAGOA/_XUrKvVd4QA/s200/think-icon-web.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603491206959657762" border="0" /></a></div><br /></div><div> </div><div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span">In a crowd, a man cracked a joke. The people laughed hard.</span></div><div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span">After a moment, he cracked the same joke again and a little less people laughed this time</span><span class="Apple-style-span">.</span></div><div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span">He cracked the same joke again and very few laughed this time.</span></div><div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span">When there was no laughter in the crowd, he smiled and said, </span></div><div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span class="Apple-style-span">"When you can't laugh on the same joke again and again then why do you keep crying over the same thing over and over again?"</span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></div><div style="text-align: justify; font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><br />The question made me think harder and harder; my answer was...it is a matter of choice. You can choose to cry and make yourself miserable or laugh because you chose to be happy and not because whatever that is you were crying about "will pass" as well.</span></span></span><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div>Cecilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047152725268920400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563446257471045322.post-19086017721604450372012-01-11T22:03:00.000-08:002012-01-31T22:05:36.317-08:00Playing Baseball at the Park<div style="text-align: justify;">We had a busy weekend last week. On Saturday, we went to a friend's son's birthday at Chuck E Cheeses where the boys had a blast! After the party, we headed to the park and let the kids play baseball with their father's while I acted like a photographer as usual. At around 8pm since it was still bright we went to continue the birthday celebration at Freddy's house where we ate dinner, cake and more fun times with the kids.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ehFQw3KQtbw/TchQJmyKIlI/AAAAAAAAGOw/mLOXrzRLg64/s1600/May%2B2011%2B070.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ehFQw3KQtbw/TchQJmyKIlI/AAAAAAAAGOw/mLOXrzRLg64/s320/May%2B2011%2B070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604817862222553682" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9XNdP23Too4/TchQJ81UNKI/AAAAAAAAGO4/eKgpIPsdiUA/s1600/May%2B2011%2B056.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9XNdP23Too4/TchQJ81UNKI/AAAAAAAAGO4/eKgpIPsdiUA/s320/May%2B2011%2B056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604817868141376674" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2L-_kV3Fs_k/TchQnk98o1I/AAAAAAAAGPI/PoWkn_e31kI/s1600/May%2B2011%2B058.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2L-_kV3Fs_k/TchQnk98o1I/AAAAAAAAGPI/PoWkn_e31kI/s320/May%2B2011%2B058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604818377131205458" border="0" /></a>Jacob and his friend, Charles love to play baseball with their Dads and they actually did a good job considering they don't practice often. Impressive! Anyway, my share on KID.<br /><br /></div>Cecilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047152725268920400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563446257471045322.post-3149798117748309312012-01-04T22:00:00.000-08:002012-01-31T22:02:35.101-08:00What Do You Think?<div style="text-align: justify;">While I was looking for some images at Google, I came across the photo below. I thought I read it wrong so I re read it again; I read it right and it says " a clean house is a sign of a wasted life." I don't agree with it....maybe to those who live in a messy house it is a waste of life cleaning their abode. To me, I am sorry to say, but this statement means---laziness. The statement should be read like this: "a clean house is a sign of a happy homemaker/wife/mother."<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vLJRtjRiYrg/TdIPLVlV65I/AAAAAAAAGRA/vVcTmUXBUdg/s1600/cleaning.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vLJRtjRiYrg/TdIPLVlV65I/AAAAAAAAGRA/vVcTmUXBUdg/s320/cleaning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607561173476436882" border="0" /></a>Personally, I love a clean house; so I clean my house...and I am happy doing it. I feel organized, at peace and comfortable when my house is clean and in order. How about you? What do you think of this sign or statement. To some it means a great excuse not to clean...and to me...that is pathetic!<br /></div>Cecilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047152725268920400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563446257471045322.post-78229167504466992962011-12-10T09:59:00.000-08:002012-01-31T22:21:15.862-08:00A Day in the Park<div style="text-align: justify;">Our weekend went well last week. We went to the park and have Jacob play on the playground. We had our dinner there before hubby went to work. Sunday night was awesome, too! We camped out in our backyard and had fun cooking hotdogs on fire. We put up a tent for me to sleep in, while my boys slept on their cots :-)!<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4gxe9_tCJNw/TdITQJmy8CI/AAAAAAAAGRo/jeqQDCV5j9c/s1600/May%2B2011%2B065.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4gxe9_tCJNw/TdITQJmy8CI/AAAAAAAAGRo/jeqQDCV5j9c/s320/May%2B2011%2B065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607565654207164450" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3wvHroD67XQ/TdITBUE94NI/AAAAAAAAGRY/C87_BJXvwGY/s1600/May%2B2011%2B055.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3wvHroD67XQ/TdITBUE94NI/AAAAAAAAGRY/C87_BJXvwGY/s320/May%2B2011%2B055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607565399320027346" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NERlrR3VtvI/TdITBJe2MFI/AAAAAAAAGRQ/WP07Wdcek14/s1600/May%2B2011%2B058.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NERlrR3VtvI/TdITBJe2MFI/AAAAAAAAGRQ/WP07Wdcek14/s320/May%2B2011%2B058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607565396475785298" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tnOQIuDLuK0/TdITAx-rHOI/AAAAAAAAGRI/ShuAMTxmwm0/s1600/May%2B2011%2B060.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tnOQIuDLuK0/TdITAx-rHOI/AAAAAAAAGRI/ShuAMTxmwm0/s320/May%2B2011%2B060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607565390166826210" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nxOg58MIj_k/TdITBn5-SqI/AAAAAAAAGRg/rFZ3GPesCaY/s1600/May%2B2011%2B062.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nxOg58MIj_k/TdITBn5-SqI/AAAAAAAAGRg/rFZ3GPesCaY/s320/May%2B2011%2B062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607565404642626210" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Anyway, this is my share for KID this Monday. Join us and have some fun by posting photos of your kids. Click the badge below for more cute entries!<br /></div>Cecilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047152725268920400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563446257471045322.post-43872008912594887842011-12-06T21:49:00.000-08:002012-01-31T21:52:44.621-08:00One of My Hobbies: Photography<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;">I love taking pictures even though I am not good at it. Taking pictures of my son is one thing I like to do. How I wished I have a SLR so I can take better pictures :-). But this thing is really expensive and if I really want to get myself one, then I need to save for it. Lucky is my brother who got a SLR for a gift from us during our visit in the Philippines this June.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BxbnUFsyXqc/TkbhA8vdxWI/AAAAAAAAGVE/EnEJLRnbib0/s1600/July%2B2011%2BJacob%2527s%2Bpre%2Bbday%2Bcelebration%2B008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BxbnUFsyXqc/TkbhA8vdxWI/AAAAAAAAGVE/EnEJLRnbib0/s320/July%2B2011%2BJacob%2527s%2Bpre%2Bbday%2Bcelebration%2B008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640442989749585250" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;">I would like to get the Nikon D3100 because according to consumer report this is the best one for your money.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1c8JN2AiJ5Y/TkbgYuTZ2MI/AAAAAAAAGU8/aTmqfRYN0WQ/s1600/July%2B2011%2B179.JPG"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0aMC_FcUVr4/Tkbi4ImW_YI/AAAAAAAAGVU/cbVOpihgTRQ/s1600/Nikon-D3100.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0aMC_FcUVr4/Tkbi4ImW_YI/AAAAAAAAGVU/cbVOpihgTRQ/s320/Nikon-D3100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640445037337050498" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Nikon-DSLR D3100</strong> is a digital SLR camera with 14.1 Megapixel capacity, this camera can be a best starting point for those who aspire to become professional photographers, also it can be used as an high end home video camera, it can take great quality pictures and record videos in great level of clarity, The interface is simple to use and 3 inch display looks great for viewing and editing your pictures and video. Does have continuous shooting mode with 3fps, face detection, red eye reduction and auto flash are some of the key features of this camera. Check the specifications below for more information about this camera.</p><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><h3 style=" text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">Nikon D3100 Specifications</span></h3><div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"> </div><ul style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><li> Effective Pixels: 14.2 million</li><li> Effective Pixels & Sensor Size: 14.2 million & 23.1 x 15.4mm</li><li> Shutter type: Electronically controlled vertical-travel focal-plane</li><li> Shutter Speed: 1/4000 to 30 second. in steps of 1/3 EV Bulb</li><li> Self-timer: 2 sec. and 10 sec.Timer duration electronically controlled</li><li> Autofocus System: Nikon Multi-CAM 1000 autofocus sensor module with TTL phase detection</li><li> Built-in Flash</li><li> Hi-speed USB</li><li> Video output: NTSC, PAL</li><li> HDMI output: Type C mini-pin HDMI connector</li><li> GPS: GP-1 GPS unit</li><li> EN-EL14 Rechargeable Li-ion Battery</li><li> Eye-level pentamirror single-lens reflex viewfinder</li><li> SD/SDHC/SDXC memory cards</li><li> Weight: 455gm</li></ul>Cecilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047152725268920400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563446257471045322.post-34347130793332453002011-11-30T22:12:00.000-08:002012-01-31T22:14:26.180-08:00Guilty or Not?Last week during Easter egg hunting at the park. I almost lost my iPhone. My friends and I are waiting for the playground gate to open so the kids can go in and find eggs. While waiting I was checking my FB to see whether a friend returned my call. After checking it, I put my iPhone at its holster so I don't need to hold it. The holster holds my iPhone perfectly and it is impossible for someone to snatch it. Few minutes later, I thought of checking my husband to see if he had eaten his lunch yet. To my surprised, the phone is gone and I panicked! I told my friend about it, and she started calling my phone. She said; the phone is ringing but nobody's answering; so she tried again and a woman answered "hello" and then hang up! So, whoever got my iPhone gave me no choice but to get some help. Good thing there was a cop nearby. I talked with the cop and asked if there any way I can get my iPhone back. He asked the number of my lost phone and started calling it. A friend of mine on the other hand was still trying to get hold of the woman who got my iPhone. Finally the woman answered again and was about to hang up, but when my friend handed her phone to the cop, the woman got scared; so she talked to the cop and told the cop where she was? That woman was there few feet away from us! The cop headed to her direction mad! I didn't follow the cop but watched him talk to the said woman. I can tell that she was trying to explain where she got it and that was a lie! That made me think that this woman wanted to keep my phone for herself! And how in the world she got my phone? There were so many people at the park that day; and she was probably standing next to me, bumped into me and snatched it. I am so glad that I was so calmed that time; I got my phone back...thanks to the cop who did his job which is to protect and help people.<br /><br />After the egg hunting, this woman followed us on the way home, upset and saying that we are accusing her of stealing my iPhone! I said, I didn't say anything bad to the cop, I just told him that "whoever got my phone is not answering it....and that there is no way I could have dropped my iPhone because the holster is holding it very tight! I, myself is having hard time taking it out of the holster. And if in case I dropped it, I could have heard or felt it on my foot." But "no"...it was stolen...that is our conclusion. Anyway, she was mad and wouldn't listen to what we were saying, so we just ignored her and left for we don't want a fight! But we said, "thank you first. Then, she saw the same cop and started complaining about us. Whatever the cop was saying to her, we don't have any clue. All we know is that she is guilty as charged, lol!<br /><br />Okay, after that my son and I went to Chick Fillet for lunch. While waiting for my son to finish playing on the playplace, I thought of checking if there any missed call during the time when my phone was under the woman's hand. To my surprised again, somehow she managed to blocked all the incoming calls! Well, another proof that she intended to keep my phone to herself! How did she do that? I do not know! I don't even know how to do that kind of stuff yet since I am lazy to read the manual. I am also being lazy adding my friends phone numbers in my contact lists! I was giving her the benefit of the doubt, but that was replaced with the concrete proof that she stole my phone! To me and my friend and the cop, she is indeed <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">GUILTY!</span> What do you think?<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Facts:</span><br />1. She didn't answer the phone the first time, then answered the second time and hang up, and third answered the phone again and was about to hang up after saying "hello."<br />2. Lied about where she picked up or got it.<br />3. Was upset.<br />4. Blocked all incoming calls.<br />5. Complained to the cops about us.Cecilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047152725268920400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563446257471045322.post-84558773778508908372011-11-11T22:14:00.000-08:002012-01-31T22:17:00.339-08:00Jake's Egg Hunting on Easter<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">This morning, my friends and I together with our boys woke up early today to go to the Easter Egg Hunt here in Heartland community. We went there early because we don't want to be late during the registration. The registration starts at 9am, but the actual games and activities didn't start till 10am, so the boys (Jacob and Aaron) had the chance of playing before the egg hunting begins. They had fun running around chasing each other together with their friends and classmates. The even rolled down the hill! Around 10:15am, the face painter lady arrived and started painting kids faces; good thing we were the fourth on the line. Jake had an Easter egg painted on his face while Aaron had a baseball and cap...they look so cute! After that, they join the games where they did the bear walk, walking backwards, and other. We were surprised they didn't have many games this year. Anyway, the egg hunting begins at 11:35am...and they had a blast though they didn't find the golden egg :-).</span></div>Cecilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047152725268920400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563446257471045322.post-69927151160691225482011-11-11T11:10:00.000-08:002011-11-11T11:18:49.103-08:00Pink Friday: Visiting Ruth<div style="text-align: justify;">It' been awhile since I last joined this meme. And now, am back! Hope to be able to join PF every week from now on. Anyway, here is my share this week.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0NozkoVPxec/Tr1zcHlxcyI/AAAAAAAAGZY/AKsHm0N8Z4c/s1600/May-July%2B2011%2B046.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0NozkoVPxec/Tr1zcHlxcyI/AAAAAAAAGZY/AKsHm0N8Z4c/s320/May-July%2B2011%2B046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673818032467702562" border="0" /></a>Taken last year when we visited my daughter's grave.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMXQm2ezxhw/Tr1zcfDEBzI/AAAAAAAAGZk/uhhvfpzmkfk/s1600/May-July%2B2011%2B049.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rMXQm2ezxhw/Tr1zcfDEBzI/AAAAAAAAGZk/uhhvfpzmkfk/s320/May-July%2B2011%2B049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673818038764570418" border="0" /></a>Since then, J's understood that he has a big sister who is in heaven with Heavenly Father and Jesus.<br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.pinkthoughts.com/"><img src="http://i732.photobucket.com/albums/ww323/pink-thoughts/banner.jpg" /></a></center></div>Cecilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047152725268920400noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563446257471045322.post-82837410669319886872011-11-03T22:01:00.000-07:002011-11-03T22:08:11.263-07:00Orange Tuesay: Hibiscus or Gumamela<div style="text-align: justify;">One of my favorite flowers, Hibiscus. It looks so pretty in orange. This photo was taken at the Dallas Arboretum. Perfect for fall season :-). In two consecutive years, I have planted yellow and pink hibiscus, but no luck; they just died when winter comes.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JO2fACjegug/TrNx1gXLViI/AAAAAAAAGZM/jonU_Lmq-t0/s1600/orahnge.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JO2fACjegug/TrNx1gXLViI/AAAAAAAAGZM/jonU_Lmq-t0/s320/orahnge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671001519823738402" border="0" /></a>My entry for OT this week.<br /><br /><center><a href="http://www.shengkaysjournal.info/"><img src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd107/she_apuhin/OT.png" /></a><center></center></center></div>Cecilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047152725268920400noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563446257471045322.post-3687462792845702702011-10-24T17:34:00.000-07:002011-10-24T17:45:11.660-07:00Orange Tuesday: Visit at The Arboretum<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:100%;">My first time to join the "Orange Tuesday" meme and I m very excited since I have quite few oranges stuffs in my closet as well as in the entire room in my house. Here is my entry. Hope you guys like it. This photo was taken this weekend when we went to the Dallas Arboretum and Botanical Garden.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IeB3ZAb-jGo/TqYGbB01MfI/AAAAAAAAGYM/xQ-368lkOlo/s1600/jake%2Bat%2Barboretum1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IeB3ZAb-jGo/TqYGbB01MfI/AAAAAAAAGYM/xQ-368lkOlo/s320/jake%2Bat%2Barboretum1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667224242508607986" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yNaSYjT8CEc/TqYFTsCFpbI/AAAAAAAAGYA/eqJBHYpp9tk/s1600/jake%2Bat%2Barboretum.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yNaSYjT8CEc/TqYFTsCFpbI/AAAAAAAAGYA/eqJBHYpp9tk/s320/jake%2Bat%2Barboretum.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667223016887920050" border="0" /></a></span></div><p></p><center><a href="http://www.shengkaysjournal.info/"><img src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd107/she_apuhin/OT.png" /></a><center><p></p><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Join us by clicking the badge above!</span><br /><p></p></center></center>Cecilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047152725268920400noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563446257471045322.post-17017589461327767282011-10-06T19:36:00.000-07:002011-10-06T19:37:51.351-07:00I Love Being In Love<table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"><tbody><tr><td bg="" align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;" ><strong><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyourightbrainedorleftbrainedinlovequiz/results/?result=Right"><span style="font-size:100%;">You Are Right </span><span style="font-size:100%;">Brained in Love</span></a></strong><br /></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><br /><center><img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyourightbrainedorleftbrainedinlovequiz/right.jpg" height="100" width="100" /></center><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><br />When it comes to love, you go with your gut not with your head.<br /><br />You have an open heart. You fall in love easily and get hurt just as easily.<br /><br />You are spontaneous with relationships. You go with the flow and don't worry about the future.<br /><br />You are romantic, empathetic, and caring. More than most people, you really love being in love.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyourightbrainedorleftbrainedinlovequiz/">Are You Right Brained or Left Brained in Love?</a></div>Cecilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047152725268920400noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563446257471045322.post-65393735226114137262011-09-30T21:52:00.000-07:002011-09-30T21:53:43.711-07:00I Have A Loving Heart<table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"><tbody><tr><td bg="" align="center" style="color:#EEEEEE;"><br /><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:14pt;color:black;" ><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofheartdoyouhavequiz/results/?result=Loving">You Have a Loving Heart</a></strong></span><br /></span></td></tr><tr><td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><br /><center><img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatkindofheartdoyouhavequiz/loving-heart.png" height="100" width="100" /></center><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><br />You believe that love can solve all problems. Love is powerful, and people definitely need more love in their lives.<br /><br />You love easily and you love often. You believe in unconditional love.<br /><br />Your heart is giving and willing to put it all on the line. You aren't afraid to show some love.<br /><br />Your love life is deep and fulfilling. Because you are able to love so easily, you get a lot of love in return.<br /></span></td></tr></tbody></table><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofheartdoyouhavequiz/">What Kind of Heart Do You Have?</a></div>Cecilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047152725268920400noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563446257471045322.post-5931650681969884202011-08-25T14:46:00.000-07:002011-08-25T14:54:31.841-07:00A Good Start and Signs<div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;">My son started his school this week and so far he is doing well. He loves going to school, meeting new friends and teacher and most of all is very excited to learn new things at school each day. Hubby and I are very impressed with him, Jacob for he wakes up early in the morning preparing himself by dressing himself up, and making sure that everything is in his backpack before leaving home. It's been four days now, and he still has the same excitement ever time he goes to school. I love that his school is just a walking distance from our home, there I don't need to drive him off to school or pick him up. He loves to go home without us picking him up..... for it make him feel independent, confident and boosts his self-esteem. Everyday, he learn new thing sand we are indeed also excited for him.
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<br /><center><a href="http://www.pinkthoughts.com/"><img src="http://i31.tinypic.com/o6wn5w.jpg" /></a></center>Cecilehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16047152725268920400noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8563446257471045322.post-12004679943444567392011-08-12T08:39:00.000-07:002011-08-12T08:46:26.919-07:007 Tricks of the Trade for Removing Pet Odors<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >If you are a pet owner you know all about pet odors. Sometimes it seems no matter how clean you are you can still smell that smell! You feel like you have used every cleaner you have available and nothing has worked. It just keeps coming back! Here are some simple tricks to remove pet odors:
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<br />Top Tips for Removing Pet Odors – For Good!
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<br />1. The most important thing you need to do is treat the area right away. The odors and stains are easier to get rid of when they are fresh. You can start by absorbing as much of the liquid as you can, if it is a urine odor.
<br />2. You should avoid using ammonia as a cleaner for the problem area. Ammonia sometimes smells similar to the pet odor and it will not deter the animal from re offending in the same spot.
<br />3. Sprinkle the problem area with baking soda. Let it sit overnight and vacuum it in the morning. You may have to repeat this process 3 or 4 times, maybe more, before the smell is gone. If you are treating a carpet, sprinkle the entire carpet with baking soda making the coating much heavier in the problem spots. Again, repeat this until the smell is gone.
<br />4. Vinegar is also effective in eliminating unwanted pet odors. Add 1 cup of white vinegar to the washing machine when you wash our pet’s bedding and blankets. Carpets and fabrics can be sprayed with 4:1 water to vinegar mixture for odor elimination. For a spot that has a strong odor you can soak the spot with the mixture then let it dry. The vinegar smell will go away shortly after the area is dry.
<br />5. For a smelly litter box, sprinkle baking soda inside the box. Baking soda is natural and will not harm your cat. The baking soda will absorb the odor before it escapes.
<br />6. Use Febreeze to freshen up fabrics, couches, carpets and anything else your pet may have been in contact with.
<br />7. After you have cleaned the problem area, let it air dry. Avoid using a steam cleaner or a blow-dryer, heat will set the odor and stains. Once the odor is set, it makes the job of eliminating the odor almost impossible.
<br />If you can smell the odor but have no idea where it is coming from, use a black light to illuminate the problem area. You will have to shut the room lights off and turn on the black light. It will show the urine stains and you can mark them with a piece of chalk so you know where they are when you turn your lights back on. Hopefully this will have you in a fresh smelling and feeling home in no time.
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<br />L. Lubel generally writes about <a href="http://veterinariantechnician.org/">how to become a veterinarian technician</a> and which schools offer online programs</span>
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