Finding Thelma is just like looking for Waldo. She is all over the map and too tiny to see. Tiny is an understatement. She could be standing in front of me and not see her within my eye level. I … Continue reading
I have to ask the QOTD on my Facebook. “Who’s birthday is it today?” I am having a senior moment. Thank goodness, someone in my family has more memory than I do. My oldest sibling Myrna is turning a year … Continue reading
Looking for a perfect card that will match the person’s personality can be a challenge especially for my sister who never ever change. She epitomizes the word sameness. That is, the same hair style for all those years.
She wears her hair on a bun!
Her hair is naturally long and black. Lucky person, no white hair for a 70-year-old. Unlike me, my hair is arctic white. I must have received all the white genes in our family.
As for a birthday card, we found the perfect image of her.
I kid you not, when we were younger, we ‘teased’ her hair to create a beehive.
Happy Birthday, sister.
Happy Birthday to you.
Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday to us.
We are gonna have a good time!
I was searching for the University of East where I studied back in the Philippines. Finally, they are now on line however the history is still yet to be updated. I have so much fond memories studying.
This University is really top-rated. No such thing as being humble based on its logo.
That is tall order and I cannot reach that for I am only five foot and two inches tall. As a freshman, I prefer to have good times and date the men in the Engineering Department. I was a flower amongst the thorns.
There is one person, though, who jumps so high that she became a topnotcher. She must be about four feet and eight inches tall. They say dynamite comes in small packages. And that she is. With that small head, she is all brains.
Was my Mother very proud of her dreams to educate her children?
She was more than shock to find out about this. Her perseverance and dedication to raise her children with good education no matter how poor we were was a great sacrifice for her. Mother, we are proud and love you for providing us the life you didn’t have. Thank you, Mother.
I know I will be in deep doo-doo for flaunting this. Here’s to hoping that she hasn’t been reading my blogs.
Thelma was the top-notch. We are siblings and she is the second Octoberian who celebrates her birthday.
Happy Birthday, Sister!
O is for ornate, nothing plain here!
T is for thoughtful, the caring you.
E is for enchant, for enchant you will.
E is for expressive, not one to hold within.
T is for thoughtful, the caring you. Who is Poteet? Mother nicknamed sibling #9, Poteet. We all have nicknames from: Ate, Kuya, Detse, Nilds, Beng, Tel, Jun-Jun, Danny, Poteet, Tyrone, Dondi, Angel and Lady, yours truly. I try to remember her birthday to figure out how out I am. This year, I thought I am older until I asked Poteet how old she will be. Much to my chagrin, I am actually a couple of years younger than I thought. So why do I want to get older? Thinking older, age wise, makes me dream of retirement age. Knowing my real age, that means I have to work two more years. There goes my dream. Back to reality. Okay, this is not about me. It’s about Poteet’s birthday, Happy Birthday, Poteet and here is a blessing song: May the blessings of the Lord be upon you… And you know the rest. As for the customary song: