Temptation was all over me. I don’t understand at all. Meatless Wednesday and Friday should have gone like a cinch. But I was craving for bacon. What an interesting two days of observing abstinence. I hardly eat meat but somehow … Continue reading
How time flies! Jim and I have been married now for 32 years. We are blessed with six wonderful children. Looking back, it baffles me how we got together against all the odds. He’s Protestant. I’m Catholic. He’s quiet, reserved and shy, and I am loud, cheerful and always laughing. He came to Canada from New Zealand in 1970, and I arrived from the Philippines in 1976. In 1978, our paths crossed in a disco club. I was there with my friends and sister. Jim was “window shopping” with his friends. He tells people that he “picked” me, but I tell them that I was the one that seduced him with my dancing. I like teasing him and bossing him, and he doesn’t mind being told what to do. I suppose our differences are what attracted us to each other! We got married four years after meeting. His siblings came for the wedding and were surprised when they met me. I wasn’t the submissive “Oriental” girl they had in mind! I laughed so hard. And I’m still laughing. – Evelyn Logan Evelyn is a year older than me. The fact of the matter I met Jim first at the disco place. There were four of us girls who just want to have fun, I was the youngest. Four men came in our circle. The girls choose who they want to be that evening, and I was left with the left-over; ended up with Jim since nobody chose him. Later that evening, Evelyn came telling me she likes Jim. Translate that in a sibling way, I want what you have. I said sure. So, I told Jim, “Hey, my sister likes you.” Jim was insulted as if I was brushing him off. Anyway, to make a long story short; they got married. I was the bridesmaid, Godmother to their first-born and then some. Her second son posted this on CBC News. And here I am, sharing the best love story for today.
Rotten Tomatoes gave the movie Sixteen Candles 86% positive. When I think of myself as part of the movie, I am Robin, not Molly Ringwald. Molly is a rotten tomato for her role and Robin’s role is the “crazy” one who had nothing to do with her day so she joined this group at school for a day. Anyway, Life is Grand. At sixteen, I was still climbing trees. I love tree houses and imagined myself living in it with Tarzan. All I want is a simple house where I can live happily ever after. Fast forward, no Tarzan, no treehouse either. And Life is still grand. I have shared with you what my place looks like and this is the link: Clean Slate – Simplicity. As for the tree house, it exists up in Whistler Mountain. To view, click on this link: Secret Treehouse. Tarzan who built the treehouse is way too young. Should I pursue him, I will be called the Cougar Lady. Life is Grand. This is in response to Daily Prompt: Sweet Sixteen. Come and join us. It’s fun! Related Links: