tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-68136288406813219652024-03-05T11:30:10.424+01:00A Little Light Is All We Need~Sirius~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14771610618431377950noreply@blogger.comBlogger82125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813628840681321965.post-10210872953102654462013-06-01T09:31:00.001+01:002013-06-01T09:36:26.918+01:00Happy Ending...<br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Yesterday as I was driving home, I started thinking maybe I should do something different every day for all of June and end the month with a bang! The 30<sup>th</sup> is my birthday (and wedding anniversary :)) and for some strange reason I am actually excited about it this year….I never get excited about my birthday, so I am taking this as a good sign.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I am still on track with my weight loss, and I’m loving it! Minus living a healthier life, there are just too many gorgeous dresses to be worn (made) and having a good body is very essential for that. I wore my pre pregnancy jean to work on Friday, not only did it fit, it’s getting loose already! I also noticed my measurements are back to my pre pregnancy state but not the weight on my scale, which I am fine with as my goal is no longer pre pregnancy weight.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Milestone 2 achievement: Weigh 68kg (pre pregnancy weight) - <i><span style="color: red;">2 kilos away</span></i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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~Sirius~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14771610618431377950noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813628840681321965.post-7692780423820481722013-05-23T12:17:00.001+01:002013-05-23T13:14:34.220+01:00Fat Loss 101: A Concise Guide To Rapidly Losing Body Fat<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As you can tell from my title... I'm still on my weight loss journey. 2 months and counting.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I can see some light at the end of the tunnel, but the tunnel is pretty loooooong!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Made good progress so far. Eating for weight loss in Nigeria can be a huge pain.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">I have a short write up that guides me...found it here.....<a href="http://www.bodytransformationlab.com/lose-fat/">my holy grail for body transformation</a>, I also live on this <a href="http://www.bodybuilding.com/">website</a></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">What most people are not
aware of, is that weight loss isn't going on a diet and working out...it is a
total lifestyle change and it takes time to achieve.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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of losing fat, and mixing it up with some cardio. (even I have a
hard time sticking to this, but i try to do something every week, even if it's
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">There is so much confusing info online that looking for a way out is a pain. Things I know for a fact-..DO NOT WASTE YOUR MONEY ON BOOKS, PILLS, DIETS, MACHINES THAT CAN GIVE YOU GREAT ABS IN 10 DAYS! all of those are LIES!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Fact- Nutrition is 80%,
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You need a calorie deficit EVERYDAY...(Reduce your
portions, cut out the drinks, stop all the fast food....eat things that come
from the ground, no packet or cans. The more natural the food, the better for you, drink at least half your body weight of water)</span><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">In other news...my sister got engaged, so I have a glam wedding party to attend, that means a gorgeous dress, fabulous hair and great accessories.....I cannot wait (I can say this now because my body transformation has began and I have at least 7 months before the wedding to do more)...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">Thanks for the comments that
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">I joined the squad and you
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<span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt;">As for me birthing my designs
to life, that is on hold for now- my body is currently transitioning. However
that won't stop me from adding to my portfolio of scrap designs and for the fun
of it, showcasing my office ensemble. Say cheese! (I will need a
reliable office colleague photographer at this rate ... I wonder who
the unlucky person will be? I think I know already *evil grin*)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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and foremost, I am the average girl next door, most people who
see me and are not close to me may argue that. But people like my dear
friend<span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><a href="http://www.misscarameld.com/">Ms Caramel</a> will tell
you I'm so laid back that I'm horizontal...*halo*<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It’s mid-April
already, this year seem to be on a roller coaster.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I did find
myself after my last post. I reconnected to Jesus and every other thing fell
into place. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I've always
had a hard time trying to figure out my passion or what I was created to do. I
still haven’t figured it out, time and chance haven’t quiet made their way to
me and it makes me feel bad sometimes. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">On the other hand, there are things I love to do/ things I think I
would love to do (but when I see how other people express themselves in those
areas, I tell myself, Naa…you don’t know jack! Don’t bother, just admire them
from a distance)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have decided to take my life/destiny into my own hands and take a
leap of faith and NO… I am not launching a fashion line/ style house (yet) or becoming
a nutrition expert (yet) and neither am I becoming a weight loss coach any time soon.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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learn more about them, become better at them and wait for time and chance to
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As you all know the reality of motherhood is quiet heavy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Just to mention a few.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I never really got my pre pregnancy body back after my darling N was
born. I did look super 3 months after (almost back) to my normal weight and
size and somehow I lost it after that. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I tried all sorts of short cuts (silly me) and of course none worked! Spending
money that I should have used on fabrics and paying a tailor to bring my
designs to life. hissss<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Now I am currently on the only thing that works. Sensible eating and
exercise!!! <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I have gone on this journey more than 2ce in my life time and the key ingredients
are patience and discipline! However with my new lifestyle, those 2 ingredients
are very far off (my patience is reserved for N- the most hyper active kid
ever). I decided to try one last time,
and……drum roll! After 1 month I tried on my wedding dress, and I was able to
zip it to the top! Yaaaay! HUGE MILESTONE. (I did look fuller and more womanly, no thanks
to childbearing hips)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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year. Slow and steady they say wins the
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I will go into details in my next couple of posts, on my weight loss
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I need to do this for myself… just in case I find myself in the same boat again.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As for my love for fabrics, styles &designs. I will also post about
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~Sirius~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14771610618431377950noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813628840681321965.post-54125249672397530572013-01-08T18:27:00.001+01:002013-01-08T19:04:08.615+01:00What did Baby ~Sirius~ say to Mama ~Sirius~<br />
Grabs broom, inserts stick at the bottom, grabs flashlight and begins to find way to blog.<br />
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Months later...<br />
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*Phew! I can't believe it's taken the end of year syndrome or should I say new year syndrome to bring me out of my hiatus.<br />
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Well, what can I say. At least I'm here now :) <br />
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I just did a before and after examination of myself: shocking discovery (or not). My before says to my after "Sweet Jesus! Girl, what on earth happened to you?"<br />
You used to be like me, you know: young and alive! passionate and excited (not that you don't look young) but... you look DEAD.<br />
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Alive but Dead.<br />
No passion, no excitement, distant and lost.<br />
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Hanging my head in shame, I realize that this is true.<br />
Not proud of it, but I just let life and its trials get the best of me.<br />
What on earth happened to me? <br />
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In recent times I've been thinking about death more often than usual, I have all the bad news from 2012 causing this, and my worst fear is to die without living!<br />
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Things happen in one's life and you're not sure how to recover, you get overwhelmed by other milestones like giving birth and becoming a mother (yet to come to terms with that one till date). You hate your body and yet can't be disciplined enough to lose the last 10kilos so you can be a perfect size 10.<br />
You lack passion for the things you love, so much so that it begins to kill the love.<br />
You yearn desperately for something and instead it keeps going farther away from you. <br />
It feels like the world is against you. You have no reason to try, no reason to hope, no faith to believe.<br />
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You just exist.<br />
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That sucks...<br />
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What's amazing is the fact that I'm surrounded by things that should move me, things that should keep my fire burning, however I chose to ignore them. Just because things were not how I wanted them to be.<br />
This morning, I looked at my husband get ready and leave for work, I smiled in my head and it was warm. I have an awesome life partner. <br />
As for our son, Have you looked into his eyes?...you will fall madly in love with him instantly, him and his bag of tricks.<br />
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I didn't make any new years resolutions, but I have began to live by the grace of God.<br />
I am appreciating life and its moments. I will not stop yearning, I will keep my hope and faith alive.<br />
I seize to just exist.<br />
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Life is really too short to die sad & unhappy.<br />
I choose to live!<br />
I choose to do right by myself and the people that I love in my life.<br />
I choose to dream<br />
I choose to chase my dreams.<br />
I choose to love<br />
I choose to love passionately.<br />
I am eager and excited!<br />
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A little light was all I needed to overcome my dark days :)<br />
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It's 2013 people. <br />
L.I.V.E!!!<br />
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~Sirius~ signing out.<br />
XoXo... <br />
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<br />~Sirius~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14771610618431377950noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813628840681321965.post-91110489098874063712012-05-09T14:21:00.000+01:002012-05-09T14:21:24.737+01:00You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness......<br />
I'm sure someone out there will read that title and it will hit them, that is exactly what they are doing.<br />
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On the contrary, I am currently not addicted to a certain type of sadness <strike>any more</strike>..... I just happen to love a certain song called "somebody that I used to know" by Gotye and that powerful line came from the song.<br />
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It's amazing how words still have a very strong hold on me.<br />
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In other news it's May! can you believe that?! (errr....of course you already do). The year is heading for the finish line and I think it's leaving me behind. I thought I would be a millionaire by now, however living from pay cheque to pay cheque is the wrong way to go about it ( or Not) *wink.<br />
I'm sure for other people Airtel has the answer on how to be a millionaire by age 24........hissssss "fast is an attitude" my foot!<br />
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I refuse to bore you with any mummy details :) but if the young man could sprint for the Olympics he would. I thought I was the energizer bunny, you all should meet the little man. He'll wear you out in 2 minutes.<br />
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I'm loving colours now. I even wear red lipstick. And yes.....those are my loucious lips.<br />
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Colours lift your mood.....and good music too.<br />
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I miss here....<br />
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A lot has been going on around, from Boko Haram, to us Manchester United fans giving up on the team wining this season, to BBA Stargate (for the addicts), to the scam that this country is- Nothing works and we just keep living our lives while absolutely nothing is being done about it. Everything is tied to a "cabal".....hissss<br />
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I get really tired about everything sometimes<br />
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I need <strike>change</strike>. Positive change.<br />
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Loving the new blogger layout......it actually made me want to put up a post.<br />
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In other news<br />
I want to watch Avengers o!!! Boko haram should please allow me.<br />
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My Boo has a question......<br />
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"Are you guys really sure Nigeria will get better any time soon?"<br />
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Isn't he soooo cute? *wide grin*<br />
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~Sirius~ Signing out!<br />
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<br />~Sirius~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14771610618431377950noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813628840681321965.post-57836786941277874322012-01-15T11:14:00.001+01:002012-01-15T11:46:48.377+01:00What Will Be Will Be<div><p><br>
So, my 2011 was full of many highs and lows, so many that I couldn't wait to start 2012. I wanted to quickly forget some things that happened, finally get over some other things and not have to ponder on bitter sweet life changing experiences. </p>
<p>And so I ended the year with a bang! A full house filled with family - what more could I ask for. First christmas with the little man, I had to bring my Mommy A-game on. ( If anyone had told me years ago that I would be married, let alone be a Mom, I would have bet my life on their insanity: that's a story for another day).<br>
We had a wonderful Christmas and I started the tradition that my mum used to keep, leaving presents wrapped under the Christmas tree for everyone in the house. It was pure bliss seeing their faces light up as they unwrapped their gifts.  My darling husband wouldn't let me rest because he wanted to see what he got long before Christmas day. However I survived his torments, and he had no choice but to wait. </p>
<p>Taking a break off work to be with family was grand. I can tell you for free that juggling your life as a woman, a career woman, a wife, a mom, a friend, a daughter ain't Easy! </p>
<p>I am almost back to my pre pregnancy weight. *whoop whoop* even though I still have about 7kg to lose to get there, but I can see the light at the end of the tunnel having lost a total of 18kg in the last four months. In other words ~Sirius~ is a yummy mummy. <br>
I swear by Jillian Michaels. That woman's workout works on fat cells that have not moved in the last 10yrs. <br>
After going through all this, I can't understand the how women give birth more than once.#justsaying ( Feel free to judge me) </p>
<p>I decided that 2012 will be the year I Live. <br>
Live life to the fullest, no inhibitions. <br>
Because life is darn to short. </p>
<p>So, you can imagine the year opening in grand style for me. A thankful heart, a prophetic word from Sunday morning service and then GEJ's wonderful fuel subsidy announcement. I say- All things work together for good for those who love Him. We shall continue to #OccupyNigeria</p>
<p>My life is going to be what I decide to make out of it. <br>
And so will our lives as Nigerians. If we decide to fight this to the end, then we will not only succeed for ourselves, but for our children as well. </p>
<p>My little man is just too adorable to give up the good fight. He says happy new year to you all, and may 2012 be whatever you want it to be for you. </p>
<p><i>~Sirius~</i> and <i>Lil S'</i> signing out. </p>
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<br /></div><div>* Stunting like his daddy.................in a Superman suit :-)</div><div>
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<br /></b></div><span class="Apple-style-span">Too lazy to type my side of the story, but hubby did justice to it <a href="http://redoje.blogspot.com/2011/08/try-mister.html">here</a> and <a href="http://redoje.blogspot.com/2011/08/try-mister-28811_31.html">here</a>.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span">
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<br /></span></div><div><b> </b></div></div></div>~Sirius~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14771610618431377950noreply@blogger.com35tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813628840681321965.post-89953148953145182242011-08-17T14:45:00.001+01:002011-08-17T14:45:45.923+01:00And there was light.....<div><p><br>
I feel like this is my first post ever. <br>
I think I've forgotten how to blog.<br>
(How does one forget how to blog?)<br>
I see I'm not the only one guilty of this crime (if I am allowed to call it that)</p>
<p>What's weird is that I cannot pin point what exactly kept me away from here. As for my life being uneventful, I'm pretty sure if I dig deep I would find some awesome stories to tell *smiley*</p>
<p>So.</p>
<p>It's just gone past the middle of August. Is this year fast or what? I've been married for a little over a year already. Funny how that day seems like yesterday. I still don't feel married. I feel like my best friend and I share an apartment. He's kind to let me stay and I return the favour by keeping him company; with benefits of course *wink*</p>
<p>I need shop therapy.</p>
<p>But before that, I need an additional source of income that would let me splurge on any and everything. </p>
<p>*<br>
Life really does have a sense of humour.<br>
As kids we were given everything we wanted for free, yet we wanted to grow up fast, now as adults we find out that the grass isn't as green as it looked like from the other side.</p>
<p>Somehow, i wish adult life came first, so that we'd apprecite being kids.</p>
<p>I'm rambling.....off to make myself useful.</p>
<p>~Sirius~ Signing out®</p>
<br/><img src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdR5B7vUZz-EwgvWzldE9xfkxBdmb2KhbQI7iUO-KkamGqlIwV73m5nhm0uw5sj_z1_P-one1o9rnMUinOJTE1Yu7JUaJDiYd1tls82D76sEpzwc7SMJQQKBQ7EFGL58wbhYaBgO6s3MQ/' /></div>~Sirius~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14771610618431377950noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813628840681321965.post-35863299901201194312011-06-10T11:07:00.005+01:002011-06-10T11:31:56.959+01:00Feeling (Not So) Damn Good...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBgsVy517V703p950fEe-nZmy6zEaNXOyskMvF142-xmYRCmq3OSqAdTFrwSpLN33ycDkkoYafdO1XVI_qH6xChIHjPaJBMAHUZ6GUzYt89Q7A8bfat0x-GGdLtbTf3IAci3e3D4iacnc/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FZWdnLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-786317"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBgsVy517V703p950fEe-nZmy6zEaNXOyskMvF142-xmYRCmq3OSqAdTFrwSpLN33ycDkkoYafdO1XVI_qH6xChIHjPaJBMAHUZ6GUzYt89Q7A8bfat0x-GGdLtbTf3IAci3e3D4iacnc/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FZWdnLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-786317" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616530822482103074" /></a></p>So, two Sundays ago in the cool air of the church auditorium, I listened to a story being told from the bible. It would be the umpteenth time I'd be hearing this story since I was a kid, but the first time I would ever stop and slowly digest a character that I never really taken an interest in ever since I'd heard the story.<p>I'm sure most of us all know the story of the prodigal son who requested for his share of wealth from his father (a king) and blew it all up, then he became less than a servant in a land where the people were seen as less than equals to his own people. </p><p>As I sat and listened to the analogy of this story, my ears stood (like a dogs' would) when his brother was analysed.</p><p>Quiet, never troubled his father, got his share of wealth (only because his brother requested for his), never caused any trouble, calm, reserved, speaks only when spoken too.......</p><p>I felt sad instantly....not for him, but for myself.</p><p>I've always played it safe like the first son, not to say I'm 100% goody two shoes or anything like that, but for the life of me I never take risks! I wonder if it has to do with the fact that nothing really excites me, not even "supposed" milestones in life (which i see as a very serious issue). </p><p>I usually sit down and take in whatever comes my way.... things happen in my life that i don't like and i just sit there waiting/hoping/wishing for them to change. I find it really really hard to complain or express my feelings, and when and if i eventually do it means that I'm probably sick of it to the point that it makes me sick.</p><p>Going back to the bible story...</p><p>The wayward brother got the best of both worlds, not to say I'm encouraging being wayward, but....<br />He caught the heart of his father more than his brother did, why? Because his father (like most heads/fathers/leaders), they are not moved my people who are static, people who just say yes to everything you say, people who don't challenge other people, people who have dreams and wishes buried inside them but are too afraid to birth them because they don't want to seem rude, or out of line.........people who don't speak their<br />mind or take risks.</p><p>How on earth am I going to make a difference in life if i always play safe?</p><p>Gosh!</p><p>I'm tired, I'm down, I'm angry at myself....I don't mean to sound ungrateful to God, but I'm not just myself...if I were white (no offence) I'd be diagnosed with depression and I'd be feeling slightly suicidal. It's ironic as nothing in wrong in my life at the moment. I guess it's just a phase, or perhaps I'm sucking up more than I should and I just haven't realised it yet.</p><p>I'm whining .........</p><p>Have a great weekend everyone...</p><p></p><p><br />Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device</p>~Sirius~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14771610618431377950noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813628840681321965.post-91790875524244194362011-05-12T17:26:00.000+01:002011-05-13T21:54:29.487+01:00YummmmY......<div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1M8BazxUFwzyEJEj7Vtt8k2WylNIHiCS_71V8U13OgrlCmjkV-lcd6iPnGj-afz7z72iL_vQ8ZPXOeJOBioPyFpLvK5HXw7l3c3tnpBndgeq-IPIzRbZFDDqaEg5MNdB2Sq0W0Z4i4kw/s1600/cup2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1M8BazxUFwzyEJEj7Vtt8k2WylNIHiCS_71V8U13OgrlCmjkV-lcd6iPnGj-afz7z72iL_vQ8ZPXOeJOBioPyFpLvK5HXw7l3c3tnpBndgeq-IPIzRbZFDDqaEg5MNdB2Sq0W0Z4i4kw/s320/cup2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605870259238969506" /></a><br /><div><div><br /></div><div>And so, here I am again.</div><div><br /></div><div>I don’t know what has gotten into me? (slowly saying that in my head - it sounds……..)</div><div>I can’t believe I abandoned my blog! (well, I can) Life has taken the toll on me.</div><div>Unfortunately I can't bore you with all the non-interesting details, instead I will motivate you to do something you love.....hehehe</div><div><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">So.</p><p class="MsoNormal">I have this friend, from waaaaay back. She does fantastic stuff with cupcakes! (Anyone who knows me knows I love cake…….and Ice-cream<span style="font-family: Wingdings; "><span>J</span></span>) The sad/fortunate thing is……she lives in far away Abuja. So I can’t indulge in all her naughtiness and so I defeat the scale in this battle *wide grin*</p></div><div>At first I was just going to put up one or two photos of her handwork. But I have something better….<a href="http://chloescupcakeheaven.blogspot.com/">a blog link</a></div><div><br /></div><div>However, for the lazy folks....sneak preview.</div></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUrhZoyzZ1xqJDMjUngLIv06uSMR5yLet7rFSiKSJqy_PfDD6BKpP1UubVLt4j65E5jwEUT_nP4A6_ZE2MnbI0u0unNJGAJyLimOuJSSUrqnBgNRXeX7-zNN6_RMfyOaC69A2vrhPF7WQ/s1600/one+cake.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUrhZoyzZ1xqJDMjUngLIv06uSMR5yLet7rFSiKSJqy_PfDD6BKpP1UubVLt4j65E5jwEUT_nP4A6_ZE2MnbI0u0unNJGAJyLimOuJSSUrqnBgNRXeX7-zNN6_RMfyOaC69A2vrhPF7WQ/s320/one+cake.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605869797783942530" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtQTLsjPL-Mc5y98TGVd8kCe_06ZhL8iTDhT4iYLY8QmKF0T6Cb5Hr-tbg2cPqSMMhzn57MvSvRDt10DqOUgJU8H5rkMghZvgXv1Cptqhe2lSiBSnYY-r1g9gB8qcei5pnmxWtpvBdDu0/s1600/calla+lily+cuppie.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtQTLsjPL-Mc5y98TGVd8kCe_06ZhL8iTDhT4iYLY8QmKF0T6Cb5Hr-tbg2cPqSMMhzn57MvSvRDt10DqOUgJU8H5rkMghZvgXv1Cptqhe2lSiBSnYY-r1g9gB8qcei5pnmxWtpvBdDu0/s320/calla+lily+cuppie.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605867987328594370" /></a><br />I promise to update you on all the non-interesting details...in due time. ( I hope I don't disappear for this long)<br /><p class="MsoNormal">For those who are lucky enough to be in Abuja.....you should try them cupcakes. and eat for 2!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p>~Sirius~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14771610618431377950noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813628840681321965.post-59718989046059809572011-03-18T15:49:00.005+01:002011-03-18T17:15:33.006+01:001 sheep, 2 Sheep, 3 Sheep....Randomly Bored<div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><i><br /></i></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYhUuEYfTPR5yB96WCZE7H7a_gyiJQkK4PLRhdgTwY2fflq4P-XN7qIJhCnsF7ENTwpbFmr2Rk9WJxcL0tzrN5mbQqod0iHZnkvbpHeTgCqG-TfwT-443-9fYW09a2pRAviyb-GuWq_jc/s1600/boredom.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYhUuEYfTPR5yB96WCZE7H7a_gyiJQkK4PLRhdgTwY2fflq4P-XN7qIJhCnsF7ENTwpbFmr2Rk9WJxcL0tzrN5mbQqod0iHZnkvbpHeTgCqG-TfwT-443-9fYW09a2pRAviyb-GuWq_jc/s320/boredom.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585453342083097922" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; "><i>Boredom</i></span>....<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" >an emotional state experienced during periods lacking activity or when individuals are uninterested in their surroundings.</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; line-height: normal; ">That's how I've been feeling lately.....extremely bored.</span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >What's crazy is that I have tons of things to do.....like read my books! (yes o...adult education ain't easy) I'm currently enrolled in a certification program (work related), 5 exams, so far 3 down 2 more to go..........someone should please tell ~Sirius~ to read her books and not fall asleep when she gets to page 2 (that's if she even picks up the book to read)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >So.......I love to cook! (as much as I love to eat *insert wide grin*)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Not to blow my trumpet or anything, I am actually quite good at it. Somehow God knew all of this and blessed me with a husband who enjoys to eat. A lot. (picky sometimes) but he is a sucker for very good food, and so FoodNetwork has me drooling every now and then.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >When I was much younger, my Saturday mornings were strictly to cater to my dad and his friends, I would <span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><em style="font-weight: bold; font-style: normal; ">sauté</em></span> snails and bush-meat in pepper and onions for for them to indulge.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >In my late teens....After my Saturday routine had long gone with the wind. I still catered to just my dad....not snails anymore, maybe some dryfish pepper soup or anything he fancied (my dad is a hard man to please when it comes to food- that's why I can manage a husband with the same standards) My dad would tease me that if I ever was jobless that I should open a restaurant- And No, I don't think I ever will.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; ">Now, I do a lot of continental dishes, a lot of sauces.....hubby skewed me in that direction, because he loves restaurant food.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >This is as random as it gets.....I can't get the images of Japan out of my head. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >A reminder that we should be grateful everyday we are alive.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Off to enjoy my weekend!..hopefully read my books after I catch up on my TV shows.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >This is ~Sirius~ Signing out!</span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "><i><br /></i></span></span></div>~Sirius~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14771610618431377950noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813628840681321965.post-2931616034416125112011-03-07T17:10:00.003+01:002011-03-07T17:10:00.502+01:00Pondering....<div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span">Sometimes I find myself having these moments where my mind travels down a chain of thoughts. Sometimes they occur randomly, sometimes they are triggered by things happening in peoples lives around me.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">They say Life is about choices, but then they also say that we all have a Jacklly and Hyde in each of us.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I've always wondered what triggers human beings to listen to the little red guy with horns and a pitch fork instead of the calm white peaceful dude with cute clean fluffy wings.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; ">Granted, I am no saint. I've had days when the offer from the red dude was just too awesome to resist......and some how he always made me repay me double if not more. Nowadays I try to keep him banished.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKec5Qpq6vcVm0LwbGrk40A3j2T9UeThiVQldW44VOzRRZI1ujTS09iO4tc38qOkR1IpEFLAc_XTwUA3UaIx5HI8rfhxR6CNNhTMGvUzvCmng7GeyTIOouU91kAyKMv3urVNMPLBPrT8/s1600/angel.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKec5Qpq6vcVm0LwbGrk40A3j2T9UeThiVQldW44VOzRRZI1ujTS09iO4tc38qOkR1IpEFLAc_XTwUA3UaIx5HI8rfhxR6CNNhTMGvUzvCmng7GeyTIOouU91kAyKMv3urVNMPLBPrT8/s320/angel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581369188573759442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 228px; " /></a><br /></span><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: small; ">An incident occurred in my compound, where a tenant felt the guard was rude to her, and so she expressed her feelings of dissatisfaction to the relative living with her, and in less than ten minutes our guard could no longer see from one eye.</span></div></div></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I asked myself, why? was that really necessary?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Same goes for life generally.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>What really is the essence of revenge?</i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfwk4Jxf2goT6tPBs_meUrNjgknKRJem0305nWu_w4mhVfyPrUi6nJWjDQfXzRVHpduXeKYogcWpGixLzrCO_opEyF2vEYERUmdrWOQ7pdhO7aVshHZpII0jq4iVxHNvq84NBcgDrpQI8/s1600/dev.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfwk4Jxf2goT6tPBs_meUrNjgknKRJem0305nWu_w4mhVfyPrUi6nJWjDQfXzRVHpduXeKYogcWpGixLzrCO_opEyF2vEYERUmdrWOQ7pdhO7aVshHZpII0jq4iVxHNvq84NBcgDrpQI8/s320/dev.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581369340316495394" /></a></span><div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">We all wake up everyday hoping to have a good day, perhaps a fantastic one, with most things if not everything working in our favour. We live our lives and sometimes we forget that our actions affect other people. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">We are faced with choices on a daily basis, and I understand how sometimes these choices can be difficult, but does that mean because they are difficult that we should give up or take the easy way out by hurting the people around us? Is that really necessary?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I think sometimes we act on our emotions when we make decisions (which can lead to some very bad decisions), sometimes we subconsciously/generally just take other people for granted, just because we believe they won't mind, or they might never know, or they would understand. Sometime we hurt our loved ones by our actions just because we are upset at that moment in time.......and that's how we let the red guy with the pitch fork have his way, unfortunately for us we forget that one day those people will reach a point where they would give up on us too.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I wish every time we had to make a decision or a choice that we actually slow down and listen to the voice of reason, instead of close our eyes and snatch the pitch fork from the red dude.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I wish every time we had to make a choice we would halt, and take a good look at ourselves in the mirror and ask "Is it really necessary?"</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">It is easier to move forward and forget about almost making the wrong choice or decision, than to <i><span class="Apple-style-span" >UNsay</span></i> those words to a loved one even though deep down we never meant them. We can never <span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>UNcheat </i></span>on our partner, same way we can never <span class="Apple-style-span" ><i>UNbeat</i></span> a person. Sadly, we can never tell that person how we really feel about them when their dead and gone.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I guess I'm just upset about the incident. It was totally unnecessary and unfair.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I hope you have a good week people.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>~Sirius~ Signing out.......</i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><br /></div></div>~Sirius~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14771610618431377950noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813628840681321965.post-89519046744662683902011-02-14T16:56:00.006+01:002011-02-14T17:11:10.000+01:00Crap! I Forgot To Title My Post!<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFRvacsJHSEXjG2OxKEYXv9dK53KZBph80YD1eey16IM93gKGT7JVM8WqbXFjqacjXz94ZFkOhJJ3QuQkk18FmaXnSvQJwDRIFDYbNPNNa55Czm7DxPcU77_aKCsG6x8qRD2sRdQagkYs/s1600/vals.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFRvacsJHSEXjG2OxKEYXv9dK53KZBph80YD1eey16IM93gKGT7JVM8WqbXFjqacjXz94ZFkOhJJ3QuQkk18FmaXnSvQJwDRIFDYbNPNNa55Czm7DxPcU77_aKCsG6x8qRD2sRdQagkYs/s320/vals.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573576723835683266" /></a><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">… I miss blogging.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span">I really do.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span">It’s the middle of February, and this is my first post.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span">I even tried the 7 unknown things about me in my head…..and I never got round to actually typing it out.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Now I don’t feel like it anymore.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span">*</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span">I was reading my old posts and I couldn’t believe I wrote most of them……Somehow I don’t think I’m much of that ~Sirus~ anymore……*sigh<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span">On another note…..A blogger saw me and expressed her thoughts on how she expected to see a “fat ~Sirius~” especially after reading posts of me crying my weight out.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Truth be told I’m actually not fat, neither am I anywhere near fat (well, anorexic girls may think otherwise- but who cares about them?) I just suffer from the perfect body syndrome (ha! I just made that up)<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span">*</span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span">And so today is Valentine’s Day…..truth be told again. I’ve always hated today for the mere reason that a lot of lies and heartbreaks are happening as I type this. I say this because I have been a victim once upon a time and I have also seen people fall victims too.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span">……oh well. That phase of my life is definitely over, so in the spirit of Valentine here’s to my one true love;<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Roses are red</span><o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Violets are blue</span><o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><i><a href="http://redoje.blogspot.com/2008/02/be-mine.html">Remember I once told you</a><o:p></o:p></i></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;line-height: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><i>Loving you is all I’m going to do</i>.</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:normal"><span class="Apple-style-span">Happy Valentine’s day people……………</span><o:p></o:p></p>~Sirius~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14771610618431377950noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813628840681321965.post-2539256722122243942010-12-31T17:25:00.001+01:002010-12-31T17:25:24.507+01:00End Of Year Results<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin7o-koQPB9XBMlJWzR2o7n_uXatGI_HwrsJ8d_AyWgJ_Qxk1hrHh9kk-b9CsZrX7QG0OKKhd9-yjCnDte_bRA7Z-p-pAC7eg9_e17tyNuHZ22oPggZAGmU6WBxbT0SWSMNfG1AoK3gnM/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FNDAxMDItcGVyZmVjdF9zY29yZS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-724508"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin7o-koQPB9XBMlJWzR2o7n_uXatGI_HwrsJ8d_AyWgJ_Qxk1hrHh9kk-b9CsZrX7QG0OKKhd9-yjCnDte_bRA7Z-p-pAC7eg9_e17tyNuHZ22oPggZAGmU6WBxbT0SWSMNfG1AoK3gnM/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FNDAxMDItcGVyZmVjdF9zY29yZS5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-724508" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556883338137065650" /></a></p>That's what I score the year 2010.
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<br>It was my perfect year.
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<br>10/10.
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<br>I had the good, the bad and some ugly. As we all know, all things work together for good.(So it's all good)
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<br>I am extremely grateful to God Almighty. He is the reason I look back at the year today, still failing to find a flaw. For that reason alone I cannot thank Him enough.
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<br>In all His perfection, He cared enough for tiny little me (even though I was not always on my best behaviour) He let me have a perfect year.
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<br>I grew older.
<br>I grew stronger.
<br>I grew wiser.
<br>I showed more appreciation for the simple things in life.
<br>I got married (To the best husband in the world)
<br>I had the best holiday ever this year.
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<br>Above all, I have peace, joy, happiness and so much love in my heart.
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<br>At the end of the year, most of us find ourselves doing some evaluation or re evaluation on how we view things.
<br>At the end of my evaluation, I realised all the things that I worried about at some point or the other ended up being a waste of my time, emotions and energy. Never again!
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<br>I'm now certain, that He who began a good work in me is indeed faithful to complete it.
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<br>I say. Goodbye 2010. You were indeed a pleasure.
<br>And.
<br>Happy New Year Blogsville!
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<br>~Sirius~ Loves you all....
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<br>Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device~Sirius~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14771610618431377950noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813628840681321965.post-7825138008070148362010-11-25T23:25:00.001+01:002010-11-25T23:25:28.539+01:00Next Stop, Lagos Airport...Please Mind The Gap<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/25/2196.jpg'><img src='http://blogpress.w18.net/photos/10/11/25/s_2196.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Alas,<br /><br />My holiday is over.<br /><br />Sad but true......... I.Have.A.Real.Life.<br /><br />I'm slowly coming off my shopping high, while trying to remember what's outstanding on my to-do-list at home<br /><br />Being able to <a target="_blank" href="http://redoje.blogspot.com/2010/11/pounding-concrete.html">pound the concrete</a> day after day is one of the few things I love to do. Quite frankly I only have a few number of things I love to do, staying indoors being at the top of the list.<br /><br />Random<br />*Did I mention that I'm married to a shopaholic* <br /><br />Going on a holiday is compulsory in my books. I preach this message to anyone I can.<br /><br />Money can never buy the satisfaction of a get-away, preferably to a sane town.<br /><br />As it stands, I'm ready for another bout of Lagos and its madness, having rested & topped up my tolerance for insanity. <br /><br />I have 2 days left, I'm just going to lean back, relax and not think about work or anything relatively close to it.<br /><br />Actually, ~Mister~ bought the PlayStation Move controller, so I'm off to play some Sports Championship and hopefully burn evil calories I got from chowing All You Can Eat buffets back to back *insert wide grin here*<br />H.O.L.I.D.A.Y people! spell it with me. <br /><br />Happy Thanksgiving! (on the other side of the Atlantic that is)<br /><br /><br />~Sirius~ Signing out.<br /><br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br />~Sirius~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14771610618431377950noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813628840681321965.post-88853662301735748582010-11-04T13:20:00.007+01:002010-11-04T16:19:52.320+01:00It's About Time...<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ZMPP8rT8rYnG3xvkmkxqG462C2KayZFg2i9BKkVclOqjEihlUkAkot40Clqc2SlcBdY2d6GJP2wWj52a0tzU8Bf1WCqRWwamt4zXUN_lECX9l3A4LKyPa8iKC6yelvsyPhK8GTO0cD4/s1600/images+(3).jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9ZMPP8rT8rYnG3xvkmkxqG462C2KayZFg2i9BKkVclOqjEihlUkAkot40Clqc2SlcBdY2d6GJP2wWj52a0tzU8Bf1WCqRWwamt4zXUN_lECX9l3A4LKyPa8iKC6yelvsyPhK8GTO0cD4/s320/images+(3).jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535669353288460674" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">...No, I am not leaving blogspot.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span">*</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It gets to a point in the year where you slowly shutdown. <i><span class="Apple-style-span">I am at that point.</span></i><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">*</span></span></i></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Work has been great. The company is blowing up on a massive scale. I intend to blow with them.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">*</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Battling with my weight. Again.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I hear when you're happy you gain weight. *KMT*</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Why is it so hard to lose the last 5kg? ......So, it’s on to weights and some cardio.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">*</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Found myself in a bridal shower last Sunday.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The girls in Lagos leave me speechless all the time. I quickly ran back home after winding my waist to Olekun for 2 minutes *wink*<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">*</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">It’s Tv season. Fringe Rocks!!!!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Of course life can’t be complete without weekly doses from the Upper Eastside & Wisteria Lane.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">*</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">And I believe I’ve made only 3 dresses out of my six. I really need to learn how to sew.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tailors can be so annoying.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">*</span></span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">I am tired. I need a break. I need a holiday. I need time away from the hustle.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">So………..I’m packing my bags and whipping my hair back and forth!!!!!</span></span><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></p>~Sirius~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14771610618431377950noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813628840681321965.post-33295592972111143202010-10-05T00:00:00.003+01:002010-10-05T06:00:49.818+01:00Nigeria At 50 Day 5; A Home Is Still A Home<div><br /></div><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Previously on Nigeria at 50</span></span></i><br />Day 4; Tisha: <a href="http://diaryofanigeriangal.blogspot.com/">http://diaryofanigeriangal.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br /><div><br />A bride- to- be is full of excitement, anticipation, joy and uncertainty.<br />She can't wait to be one with her husband.<br />What lays ahead she can only imagine.<br />Truth be told.<br />She can only hope for the best.<br /><br /></div><div><br />The two become one and a house becomes a home.<br />The home becomes her pride and her joy<br />The one place she will always find peace love and joy.<br /><br /></div><div><br />That is her hope for the best.<br /><br /></div><div><br />As we celebrate 50 years of independence we can only hope for the best.<br /><br />Hope that our country Nigeria will one day stand as the giant of Africa.<br />Hope that she will find herself good leaders to rule her.<br />Hope that she will provide for her people the bare necessities in life.<br /><br />Today as i write this post, I am still hopeful.<br /><br />Hopeful that her change will come, hopeful that things will turn around, hopeful that things will one day be alright.<br /><br />As long as we keep this hope alive.<br /><br />Her change will come.<br /><br />Happy independence.<br /><br /></div><div><br /><i><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Next on Nigeria at 50</span></span></i><br />Day 6: Tomi: <a href="http://www.olaoluwatomi.blogspot.com/">http://www.olaoluwatomi.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br /></div>~Sirius~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14771610618431377950noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813628840681321965.post-67912726744736915202010-07-29T11:07:00.002+01:002010-07-29T11:14:25.613+01:00I Felt Like Putting Up A Scattered Post......So I Did.<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL-97qO8rfZyBP5dHYhmT8Ln77KRRUuIfiz7g49YmQ_tXQtZmZLFc5t5Jg52tLyVT8DsO7V0Kz6bIo9F1xzVCHzuJ02NeI-cpXVx_1LfzZKSvJhSSctcDIepayC3rD1BPm3UOWT7z67Zk/s1600/Image52.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL-97qO8rfZyBP5dHYhmT8Ln77KRRUuIfiz7g49YmQ_tXQtZmZLFc5t5Jg52tLyVT8DsO7V0Kz6bIo9F1xzVCHzuJ02NeI-cpXVx_1LfzZKSvJhSSctcDIepayC3rD1BPm3UOWT7z67Zk/s320/Image52.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499267316090921138" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">One Month after the aisle....</span></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Marriage is pretty much Awesome (</span></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">if you're married to the</span></span></span><s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> right </span></span></span></s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">one</span></span></span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">)</span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Nope, I won't bore you with how happy I am, waking up every morning beside my best friend and Lover.....</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Or how I make him indulge in healthy eating, which he likes to call <i>grazing</i> (because i flog his diet with fresh vegetables), </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">O</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:small;">r how we keep our boyfriend and girlfriend tradition of watching movies together at the weekends @ home: I actually have a quota of RomComs (romantic comedies) that I am allowed to watch so I don’t make him have more estrogens than he should have.lol.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">This is still the easy part and We know this.......God is our strength and He will take us through to the end. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">I fall in love with him each passing day.......and dude has been shot by cupid several times over since we got hitched! LOL (I'm busy loving all the extra Love)</span></span></span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><i>Oh, by the way We didn't meet on blogger: just clearing the air </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Wingdings;font-size:15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFF00;">J</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;">Moving On......</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Work has been work.......business as usual as some folks would say.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I put myself up to a challenge. 12 dresses by the end of the year with my name on it. well</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">~House of Double O~</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"> </span>..........<a href="http://thediaryofalostone.blogspot.com/">Caramel D</a> gave me that name 3 years ago (I had just met and started hanging out with </span></span><a href="http://redoje.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">~Mister~</span></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">, she really believed he was The One then, Well now I guess I can say she was right!)</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:small;">I'm not Fashion Crazy, but i'm the one the girls ask: is this outfit good to go? or What do I wear? Do these shoes match the outfit? will a shorter skirt do the trick?......So, I have a sense of style but it's not as broad as I'd want it to be..........That's why I'd love to live in England, London town to be precise for 2 or more months every summer........Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating when I say live in England, but the shop displays and people walking on the streets each with their own unique style just gives me ......... overwhelming joy, peace and satisfaction.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:small;">Still battling with weight gain and weight loss.............it's never ending!!! I intend to be a sexy wife o! even after the consignments arrive......please, I can't shout. It doesn't even help that I married a very sexy man, so each day I am reminded what I have to keep up with!</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I haven't done much work today, so I'm off to earn my paycheck for today (how come when I work overtime I never get rewarded.....*rolls eyes*)</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:small;">Why can't I win a massive Lottery????? One that would accommodate me to put up my feet for the next 5 years.......</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;">Tomorrow is Friday, Thank God!......Have a fabulous weekend people!</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"><br /></span></p>~Sirius~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14771610618431377950noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813628840681321965.post-15143936814082417542010-07-07T12:29:00.000+01:002010-07-07T12:29:53.576+01:00Getting Freaky....<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEgw3ohHf3uVSRgDeLQAWi8SgQdR1WURVGkKjorcC1daCNmQ38fPD2pUQMyOj80AfK709ijr_V8cRcOvkyAR79vCEVz6QiW6iG2MmhLV0L02ZvFSDzU5RA8905MAjD4kNqgq8XtSDvsd4/s1600/For+U+Boo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEgw3ohHf3uVSRgDeLQAWi8SgQdR1WURVGkKjorcC1daCNmQ38fPD2pUQMyOj80AfK709ijr_V8cRcOvkyAR79vCEVz6QiW6iG2MmhLV0L02ZvFSDzU5RA8905MAjD4kNqgq8XtSDvsd4/s320/For+U+Boo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491118958141612114" /></a><br /><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><a href="http://redoje.blogspot.com/2010/07/siriusly-speaking.html">Literally.</a></span></span></div>~Sirius~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14771610618431377950noreply@blogger.com38tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813628840681321965.post-23616412304068159752010-06-30T19:36:00.001+01:002010-06-30T19:36:58.005+01:00My MileStone....30th June, 2010.<p>My birthday this year.<p>A decision taken.<p>A choice made.<p>A new me.<p>For I was carefully and wonderfully made.<p>....This is the beginning of the best of the rest of my life.<p> <p><br>Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device~Sirius~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14771610618431377950noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813628840681321965.post-42630761909380400302010-06-25T16:38:00.004+01:002010-06-27T07:31:44.779+01:00Ramble State Of Mind<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">So I am not your average girl.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I don't care about a lot of things. (my friends don't bother with me anymore)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I do some odd things that contradict the unspoke rules in life.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Sometimes I forgive the people who have done the most evil things to me in all of my lifetime,</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">and yet have a hard time letting go of a random person who decided to let her selfish acts scar me. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:small;">(Maybe because I obliterate the evil doers in my head. Just saying)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">What's the point of special days when sometimes they only cause pain?</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:small;">Sometimes I really wish I had the chance to meet certain people differently.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Of late, the last 2-3 years to be precise; I noticed I've become too emotional for my liking.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Too emotional that I cry so easily at the most trivial emotional rifts.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">(I really have to stop that)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I hate being emotionally drained. It kills my soul.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">As good as life is, things happen and I find myself in "the zone"</span></span><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;">Things I do not like.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;">Things that leave a bitter taste in my mouth.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;">And I just want to be left alone.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;">Most of the time I wish I could erase those things, sadly I don't see that happening during my stay on planet earth. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;">I always believe there is a reason why "that thing" happened to me.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Leaving me to analyze and learn my lesson *KMT*</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">These things leave me</span></span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"> with two choices.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Either be a big girl, not cry and suck it up.</span></span><span style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Or, be a girl and cry a river.........</span></span><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;color:black;"><o:p> </o:p></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;">Then there's the subconscious telling me that it could have been much worse, so be glad.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"><span style="font-family:Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">*Rolling my eyes*</span></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia","serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-Times New Roman";font-family:";font-size:15.0pt;color:black;"><o:p></o:p></span></p></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Listening to A.keys "Try sleeping with a broken heart"</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Something I am very familiar with.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">It hurts like hell that's for sure.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Moving on................</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">A couple of quotes and pictures to have you saying hmmmmmm.......</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnqwpJSlWGCVTcWkxmbmQRAQLgM-nlUN2D3IebICKvq0JMxU-VPz98oBcuNoHGI3i9tT7g8MZmyRB0yFdv4pSqSnicYC8ApJAsJ5rufcyewTfTo0aG2lhigIVEYoCJRmKqBRXKPcffpKo/s1600/IMG_0050.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnqwpJSlWGCVTcWkxmbmQRAQLgM-nlUN2D3IebICKvq0JMxU-VPz98oBcuNoHGI3i9tT7g8MZmyRB0yFdv4pSqSnicYC8ApJAsJ5rufcyewTfTo0aG2lhigIVEYoCJRmKqBRXKPcffpKo/s320/IMG_0050.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486712458207661090" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hell, it's NOT okay!!!!</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLlPXVEbRZx0OviMmQwS4O4ENaPACAht3Hw2hbk2oPgUhIZ8agj3QRpt1J6ooZrvwewa3AfKiY6_WRn4tqL1wGbxHpgJvk-u62Ye-UA0uww47LZH8quoCvGXR9GgC3w9Gg0KmNn7P5lX4/s1600/IMG_0042.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLlPXVEbRZx0OviMmQwS4O4ENaPACAht3Hw2hbk2oPgUhIZ8agj3QRpt1J6ooZrvwewa3AfKiY6_WRn4tqL1wGbxHpgJvk-u62Ye-UA0uww47LZH8quoCvGXR9GgC3w9Gg0KmNn7P5lX4/s320/IMG_0042.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486711973210588274" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I Know right......</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwYdxM01mY7C2IU-TSgdkn9-U4mk-S6f-obaIPceVc3ODSIKCGu0ln2TDiGjJcEVx86xpCyyu2R9CxcOlCXbKLCQIMEUIeYeuSJXpl2awhqWTOwi_WmTTVTiF7doL6PYvlBPrbdkcoEoE/s1600/IMG_0039.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwYdxM01mY7C2IU-TSgdkn9-U4mk-S6f-obaIPceVc3ODSIKCGu0ln2TDiGjJcEVx86xpCyyu2R9CxcOlCXbKLCQIMEUIeYeuSJXpl2awhqWTOwi_WmTTVTiF7doL6PYvlBPrbdkcoEoE/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486711560139221858" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">You don't say......</span></span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Qv7797iD8Tl0v-sss58K_PsixOHh6ateCtaO_87zFiz8NDdyHmmLcgqEDbdkk4zlDPQ4rzOem3_5GkAJqEwnF3IlcftZNzMReL0_9wORdpleC_hZJcf3yTjr1VTDIA89JAYT5AUnqJU/s1600/IMG_0035.JPG"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Qv7797iD8Tl0v-sss58K_PsixOHh6ateCtaO_87zFiz8NDdyHmmLcgqEDbdkk4zlDPQ4rzOem3_5GkAJqEwnF3IlcftZNzMReL0_9wORdpleC_hZJcf3yTjr1VTDIA89JAYT5AUnqJU/s1600/IMG_0035.JPG"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Qv7797iD8Tl0v-sss58K_PsixOHh6ateCtaO_87zFiz8NDdyHmmLcgqEDbdkk4zlDPQ4rzOem3_5GkAJqEwnF3IlcftZNzMReL0_9wORdpleC_hZJcf3yTjr1VTDIA89JAYT5AUnqJU/s320/IMG_0035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486711308083244002" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">WORD!</span></span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYS_GjzM7A9qRZam_oZH0Pb62B11htM1hoRliLmUZpz8KI0XRAGHUAUMy0osfa_NDgXMbJERs61kqnxSgxT-IDb683XZLUpmK0SNslfk_sx86Gl9XqIvTdlameEmuZQlxYoh1lpxr4xOI/s1600/IMG_0048.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYS_GjzM7A9qRZam_oZH0Pb62B11htM1hoRliLmUZpz8KI0XRAGHUAUMy0osfa_NDgXMbJERs61kqnxSgxT-IDb683XZLUpmK0SNslfk_sx86Gl9XqIvTdlameEmuZQlxYoh1lpxr4xOI/s320/IMG_0048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486710835786290882" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">I always knew that!</span></span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBhPSfZhYmPussCndoL8vcuw64KTfiqkUFts1la_78eq0Y_mfWAsJPXf8tTXWHyV1HYOwGF3ThrG-3fosB_Ibw27mtECuAJoC-Vfyu-uyPh4ciiyinQja4mbQiC3FrRSNM7Kcj3AOC1sI/s1600/IMG_0047.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBhPSfZhYmPussCndoL8vcuw64KTfiqkUFts1la_78eq0Y_mfWAsJPXf8tTXWHyV1HYOwGF3ThrG-3fosB_Ibw27mtECuAJoC-Vfyu-uyPh4ciiyinQja4mbQiC3FrRSNM7Kcj3AOC1sI/s320/IMG_0047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486710674157347682" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Or Not.......</span></span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghacgcIlwq3HQYrP-he_IUv05PdkbSsoJIReHqEry1U0AIElDDPyRe_QP8HgMln0eTVQC2ZFStLboB7gQH0tZ3yYMi9mJvJsbR5NpBGKufr4gq67805x4gLsAcwBFl_OoIqpw7C_QaENk/s1600/IMG_0043.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghacgcIlwq3HQYrP-he_IUv05PdkbSsoJIReHqEry1U0AIElDDPyRe_QP8HgMln0eTVQC2ZFStLboB7gQH0tZ3yYMi9mJvJsbR5NpBGKufr4gq67805x4gLsAcwBFl_OoIqpw7C_QaENk/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486710443070390274" /></a><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This one is for me......</span></span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio3RRDEYh3l1ierbRMVKUOltbs7cICSGpAb1O5sLU6fs3WsiZi2DwwMhbyn67hYmy_GXMyUKOeTDHdBmYOVXB4-pxIszx3xMbDBecvCs2jbWx8VcivY9qY_7NUQGXLcXaTjQXk_O0UveE/s1600/IMG_0040.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEio3RRDEYh3l1ierbRMVKUOltbs7cICSGpAb1O5sLU6fs3WsiZi2DwwMhbyn67hYmy_GXMyUKOeTDHdBmYOVXB4-pxIszx3xMbDBecvCs2jbWx8VcivY9qY_7NUQGXLcXaTjQXk_O0UveE/s320/IMG_0040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486710252231550354" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">And you too.....</span></span></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCwTSAjpNfaFj_tT0ao98baVDz1QNrAYrJj1pxG-4D4af5nlUpdQLE1U1J6W-PB7-pxGW6-PSPiG_DGZgTL6YhBtspT1ib2h12Q38AipcpXfmOodhQRz9UNhqiuopfRHIGs1aoIliKEhQ/s1600/IMG_0036.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCwTSAjpNfaFj_tT0ao98baVDz1QNrAYrJj1pxG-4D4af5nlUpdQLE1U1J6W-PB7-pxGW6-PSPiG_DGZgTL6YhBtspT1ib2h12Q38AipcpXfmOodhQRz9UNhqiuopfRHIGs1aoIliKEhQ/s320/IMG_0036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486709950647771410" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">You're damn right</span></span>.</div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3YhgZXnikL5lPo4egm99_FojSXfVW_lmACeRV9CyscgrXPP7ffbifXYbQuB1J8cvP4PSipbl0XiP9fOkaEFDDYnIhiFOvDMBSWsIf1fRH-oz-LGyFex8rgFUgQLEfLSjoTkXbmh0RY88/s1600/IMG_0049.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3YhgZXnikL5lPo4egm99_FojSXfVW_lmACeRV9CyscgrXPP7ffbifXYbQuB1J8cvP4PSipbl0XiP9fOkaEFDDYnIhiFOvDMBSWsIf1fRH-oz-LGyFex8rgFUgQLEfLSjoTkXbmh0RY88/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486708529395504434" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;">Aaaaaaah (lol)........Not sure about the faces on these figures though. Are you sure it's not the other way round? *wink*</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">It's my birthday next week, yay! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I'm sure to close June in a fabulous way...........I'm gonna get me a mind, body, spirit and soul over haul as a gift to myself.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">A new ~Sirius~ is brewing.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Have a nice weekend people.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">We Love you M.J..................Rest in Peace</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div>~Sirius~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14771610618431377950noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813628840681321965.post-9062817760758711862010-06-17T16:34:00.001+01:002010-06-17T16:34:14.918+01:00Routine CheckEveryday.
<br>I switch on my laptop.
<br>I connect to the world wide web.
<br>I click on my goolge chrome icon.
<br>I log on to my regular sites. Google, Gmail, and the others, my blogger dashboard actually the first to be opened.
<br>I check my blog roll, and open all new posts to be read that day.
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<br>Today was business as usual, but this time I looked at my dashboard and saw my "new post" icon staring back at me with hurt and betrayal in its eyes.
<br>I miss posting regularly.
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<br>A lot going on around me, Life as we know it.
<br>Time will always be 24hrs a day and things to do will always be Endless. The thoughts begin to fade and some posts never come to life.
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<br>I love blogspot. I really do.
<br>I guess there's just something about words.
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<br>A couple of months ago I was watching the Queen of England at her graceful age of 84 (correct me if I'm wrong.....ok, I googled *big grin*)
<br>I watched in awe as she performed her duties. I had a self moment and thought to myself.
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<br>Words are really Powerful.
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<br>All these years people from all over the world have been saying "Long Live The Queen", those words had no choice but to be.
<br>She has well and truly lived long.
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<br>All this made me realize that I should be more careful about the things I say, whether spoken or written.
<br>There's no such thing as words you just say but don't mean.
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<br>To think God spoke words and it came to Life. That's how we all got here.
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<br>Words should be taken seriously. Don't say what you don't mean.
<br>I have said I Love you when I never meant it. I made him hold on to something that wasn't there, and when I left he couldn't understand why.
<br>Now I know better.
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<br>Now I say I Love you with every bone in my body, and this time it is because I mean it.
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<br>Tomorrow is Friday....... And I'm having a Carmelicious one.
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<br>Enjoy the weekend good people.
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<br>And remember;
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<br>~Sirius~ Loves ya!
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<br>Sent from my BlackBerry wireless device~Sirius~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14771610618431377950noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813628840681321965.post-21521686462072269202010-05-26T13:23:00.007+01:002010-05-26T17:57:17.194+01:00Until Death Do Us Part.....<div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSt9Fk1N7ac9AGskUPFhFUS6jC1HqO5zP0faRH_DkHkpQpwYmWL8dSQqcf-x7_zVmk3T5OZtJ8hG0gXcr9O1UfG0WqaqUmM53A0AgvqJsk45WfDvWPJ_O85cEDNzmLGMDj845VXbAqQ3c/s1600/Until_Death_Do_Us_Part_by_livefreeordienow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSt9Fk1N7ac9AGskUPFhFUS6jC1HqO5zP0faRH_DkHkpQpwYmWL8dSQqcf-x7_zVmk3T5OZtJ8hG0gXcr9O1UfG0WqaqUmM53A0AgvqJsk45WfDvWPJ_O85cEDNzmLGMDj845VXbAqQ3c/s320/Until_Death_Do_Us_Part_by_livefreeordienow.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475556471603788482" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">To those who are married, .. Not married .. and soon to be married.</span></div></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I hope you will be touched by this story.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">..................................................................................</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I raised the topic calmly. She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her! </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company. She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew. When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce. She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day. She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning.. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions.. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully.. My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me. On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger. She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily. Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head. Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day. But her much lighter weight made me sad. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy. I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead.. Do you have a fever? She said. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;">My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.</span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away. At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. </span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><br /></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. </span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Do have a real happy marriage! If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you. If you do, you just might save a marriage. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they were to success when they gave u</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">p.</span></span></div>~Sirius~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14771610618431377950noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813628840681321965.post-43532496010666859462010-05-12T17:40:00.003+01:002010-05-13T09:36:19.931+01:00I Am Who I Am.<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8QSU7mveXuQ8reAzthdIRFRAzU3m2YMLWIwI11yY-3Oe0rmoLwDLwMRCFglIJE-wzuwTyQPo0U1jTmzc_sP6rXwO7w66383i5aovEgv_wf7J9UuVpu30TYgNFsp8127RHbBjxFLrxd6o/s1600/clark.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 306px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8QSU7mveXuQ8reAzthdIRFRAzU3m2YMLWIwI11yY-3Oe0rmoLwDLwMRCFglIJE-wzuwTyQPo0U1jTmzc_sP6rXwO7w66383i5aovEgv_wf7J9UuVpu30TYgNFsp8127RHbBjxFLrxd6o/s320/clark.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470421752807316306" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Mid May already.........Time really does fly.<br /><br />I had no plans of abandoning my "safe place" here for this long......work, Life and some Very Demanding clients deemed it fit to take over my time and sleep......can I have a witness please(raise your right hand).<br />I took it upon myself to take my life back, and you should too!<br /><br />Found myself reflecting over the weekend. I went to visit my childhood friend whom I hadn't seen in a while, and met another friend of ours there.<br /><br />We all got chit chatting, weight, dress size, hair (I'm sure I'm the only girl in Lagos who hasn't bought into the whole brazillian/perusian/ mexican hair....lol), shoes, weddings, etc......for some odd reason men weren't part of the discussion. Hehehehe</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />Apparently to them I am now a full fledged "</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6600CC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">weirdo</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">" why? Because I am undeniably "unsentimental" to things girls/ladies would normally care about. *shrug* Well, that's just who I am, and I Love me....(They still love me too, So.) </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK36YR1oR_kxOOt2pcNLc-qDk5kHCntnyF5084p8BTNJleoHc4waXYTpKIad0m96xoX7HeL6TSRI5pxZpQc93jdoKMiNCVxyMIFcGulIXHuDGTRPGzhRchJy5j7vXSDVfehFTIwc2aLH0/s1600/superman_2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK36YR1oR_kxOOt2pcNLc-qDk5kHCntnyF5084p8BTNJleoHc4waXYTpKIad0m96xoX7HeL6TSRI5pxZpQc93jdoKMiNCVxyMIFcGulIXHuDGTRPGzhRchJy5j7vXSDVfehFTIwc2aLH0/s320/superman_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470421311999466610" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#009900;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I have evolved........for the only reason that I was always meant to.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><br />It's crazy the paths and people life let's you encounter, and we are all given a fair chance to make the best of it by making choices.<br />I've met the most amazing people in my tiny little world, and I'm glad I met them all...........the good, the bad and the ugly.<br /><br />So I stumbled unto this note;<br /><br />I tried to put myself in the unknown writers shoes.<br /><br /></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">God knows I've repeated this a thousand times in my head, but I also know I won't get it out right if I were to try and tell you how I really feel. (Either I forget some parts or ramble on)<br /><br />We met. Became friend. Then Lovers. We laughed. We cried. We fought. We made wrong choices. We made right chioces from the wrong ones. We made Love......We decided " Us against the world"<br /><br />Nothing's perfect. But we are perfect for each other :-)<br /><br />Yes to the outside world, we look like quiet a pair ,because we share our joys, pains, pressure and tears together.<br /><br />We have come a mighty long way from when we started out. We have grown in ways I didn't even imagine. We love "us" so much that we work so hard at keeping "us" together .....Our Love is like Old wine......better with each passing day<br /><br />I get it when you say you look at yourself and you see me, because when I look at myself I see you too.<br /><br />You are indeed my best friend.<br /><br />And I wouldn't have it any other way.<br /><br />3 simple word will never be enough to describe how I feel about you, but I will say them all the same.<br /><br />I Love You.<br />(Thank You For Loving Me)</span></span></span></i></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></i></span></span></div><div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">It made me feel warm and fuzzy inside......</span></span></span></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;"><br /></span></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FFFFFF;">Off to play catch up...........I've really missed this spot.</span></span></span></span></i></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></span></span></i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Adios Amigos!</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "><br /></span></i></span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; "><br /></span></i></span></span></span></span></div></div></div>~Sirius~http://www.blogger.com/profile/14771610618431377950noreply@blogger.com20