j'adore paris
You Belong in Paris |
Stylish and a little sassy, you were meant for Paris. The art, the fashion, the wine, the men! Whether you're enjoying the cafe life or a beautiful park... You'll love living in the most chic place on earth. |
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You Belong in Paris |
Stylish and a little sassy, you were meant for Paris. The art, the fashion, the wine, the men! Whether you're enjoying the cafe life or a beautiful park... You'll love living in the most chic place on earth. |
There is this amazing man in my life. He's supportive and he's loving. He has told me that even if I fail, he's proud of me for following my dream. As time goes on, I realize that, after God, he really does put me first in his life and that he loves me more than I know. Justin, you are a true blessing in my life. This post is for you.
If you ask her nationality, my Nana will say, among other things, that she's Viking. Now, that's just crazy. She's mostly Puerto Rican and Hawaiian. Everyone in my family wonders if she understands what a Viking is. Dear lady, sweet little Nana - I can just see her in the horned helmut and long blond braids! Well, according to this quiz, she was right all along.
You're Sweden!
After years of trying to rule the world around you, you've finally put aside violence in favor of advocating peaceful resolution. There's still a little Viking in you, but mostly you like Nobel Prize winners and long nights by the fire. And safe cars. You always read the safety manual in airplanes, and you're just a little cold.
Take the Country Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid
Bring the whole tithe into the storehouse, that there may be food in my house. Test me in this," says the LORD Almighty, "and see if I will not throw open the floodgates of heaven and pour out so much blessing that you will not have room enough for it. - Malachi 3:10
Blogdom, you are beautiful. Thank you for your notes of encouragement, empathy, understanding and assistance in regards to my friend problem.
Today I had a disturbing IM chat with a friend of mine. We have been friends since college. We have made every effort to stay in touch, even though our lives are running 100 MPH in different directions. She may say that we don't get together enough, and that is true, but whether or not she believes it, I truly do try to see her as often as I can. My life, just as result of being married, a stepmom, a business owner and leader in my church keeps me a tad more obligated than hers does. That is not a judgment, but a statement of the difference between our lives.
So, it's Sunday and I'm working. I tried to rest, but I have so much to get done. I have been goofing off in Photoshop a bit and came-up with this photo of me. I think it's interesting and creepy. If I ever decide to become a singer and produce an album, I think I'll include this in the liner notes. Next on my list of things to do: must learn to carry a tune so that I can become a singer with an album containing narcissistic liner notes.
"Could a nonfat, sugar-free latte be this tasty?" The minty, chocolately deliciousness rolled around making a party in my mouth. But as I was delighting in the taste, my heart sank as I read the cup - this wonderful creation belonged to "Wendye." It was a full-fat mint hot cocoa. No wonder it was so yummilicious.
A good friend of mine brought up an argument about how our church doesn't have a real shelter for singles - that it is all a farce to get single people married-off. He claimed that the church did not value single-people and that they didn't try to relate to singles where they are in life. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I don't know where this exactly plays into that argument, and maybe it doesn't at all, but I found something really interesting in my quiet time, today, and it made me think of him.
I thought you would like to know that I did not carve an iJac this Halloween. I stuck to the traditional style. Aren't you proud?