i miss

misterdan:

the days when all i wanted was a puppy,
my parents were gods as far as i was concerned,
and across the street was a mile away. 

I may be one of the few women on this earth that is not completely engaged with Brad Pit.  Hard as it may be to believe that there are Brad Pit look alikes out there ladies.  I find him good-looking, but somehow the sex appeal and rating of 1-10 being a 87 for most women, does not follow suit with me.  My Brad look alike was the first man I ever went out with and I’ll never forget him.  Someone told me a few years ago that he was just released from jail for murder.  So much for my Brad Pit.  I do have to admit that Brad is looking mightyyyyyy juicy in this picture.  Could it be the way he is leaning so confidently against the wall?  Or maybe the disgusting cigarette he is lighting up?  Whatever it is, he is hot here, but not always.

I may be one of the few women on this earth that is not completely engaged with Brad Pit.  Hard as it may be to believe that there are Brad Pit look alikes out there ladies.  I find him good-looking, but somehow the sex appeal and rating of 1-10 being a 87 for most women, does not follow suit with me. 

My Brad look alike was the first man I ever went out with and I’ll never forget him.  Someone told me a few years ago that he was just released from jail for murder.  So much for my Brad Pit.  I do have to admit that Brad is looking mightyyyyyy juicy in this picture.  Could it be the way he is leaning so confidently against the wall?  Or maybe the disgusting cigarette he is lighting up?  Whatever it is, he is hot here, but not always.

Homemade poptart

Homemade poptart

S’mores, poptarts and chocolate chip cookie dough

S’mores, poptarts and chocolate chip cookie dough

Colombia is a place of superstition.  Don’t put your purse on the floor or you’ll go broke kind of a thing.  When I was a little girl being raised by my grandmother, I had an aunt that used to read cards.  These were the cards she used.  She would sit in her bed cross legged, poncho covering her body, and begin to tell people their futures.  She still does that now, except now she came to the USA and has made it a lucrative busines.  Like they say, “Only in the good ol’ USofA!

Colombia is a place of superstition.  Don’t put your purse on the floor or you’ll go broke kind of a thing.  When I was a little girl being raised by my grandmother, I had an aunt that used to read cards.  These were the cards she used.  She would sit in her bed cross legged, poncho covering her body, and begin to tell people their futures.  She still does that now, except now she came to the USA and has made it a lucrative busines.  Like they say, “Only in the good ol’ USofA!

S’mores with homemade marshmellows and graham crackers

S’mores with homemade marshmellows and graham crackers

Snicker’s Cake

Snicker’s Cake

My father is an intellectual to the core.  Growing up I did not watch TV and the only Television in the house was in my father’s bedroom.  It’s sole purpose?  The news.  Cable was not a necessity as books could be found in every nook and cranny of our home.  This included the restrooms where my father kept his thick French Verbs books so that he could practice his art of languages while doing…well you know what he was doing.  French was one of the 7 languages he spoke fluently.  When I say fluently I mean much the way I speak English.  My father always amazed me.  I remember asking him questions about everything under the sun and without a moments hesitation or the need to get back to me, he would have the answers to my questions at the tip of his tongue.  Detailed answers at that.  After a while, I started coming up with tough questions to ask  him to see if I could stomp him.  It became a sort of game for me.  But to this day, I have had no luck.   Obviously my father does not know everything, however, there is nothing I personally ever asked him he didn’t have the answer to.  I wish I was like that, but I’m not my father, I am me.  There will be other things I do that will bring a smile to my daughter’s face and make her proud of me the way my father made me.  I reblogged this picture because as soon as I saw it I stopped and smiled.  It brought back fond memories of my father.  Every evening we would dine together.  it was just the two of us. No mom or siblings.  Dining was one of my favorite expiriences shared with my father.  We would laugh and share with each other.  And at every meal, without fault he would ask, ”Adriana, what did you learn today?”  I always knew the question was coming so I always made sure to learn something new to share with him.  After I shared it, he would elaborate on it and teach me so much more.  My father never acted like a know-it-all.  He just loved knowledge and learning.  It’s one of the greatest gifts he has passed on to me.  He used to say, if you ever think you are so brilliant that you know everything, than you are more ignorant than the most ignorant soul you know.  The more you know, the more you realize you know very little.    Thanks for leading for example dad.  I love you.  

My father is an intellectual to the core.  Growing up I did not watch TV and the only Television in the house was in my father’s bedroom.  It’s sole purpose?  The news.  Cable was not a necessity as books could be found in every nook and cranny of our home.  This included the restrooms where my father kept his thick French Verbs books so that he could practice his art of languages while doing…well you know what he was doing.  French was one of the 7 languages he spoke fluently.  When I say fluently I mean much the way I speak English. 

My father always amazed me.  I remember asking him questions about everything under the sun and without a moments hesitation or the need to get back to me, he would have the answers to my questions at the tip of his tongue.  Detailed answers at that.  After a while, I started coming up with tough questions to ask  him to see if I could stomp him.  It became a sort of game for me.  But to this day, I have had no luck.  

Obviously my father does not know everything, however, there is nothing I personally ever asked him he didn’t have the answer to.  I wish I was like that, but I’m not my father, I am me.  There will be other things I do that will bring a smile to my daughter’s face and make her proud of me the way my father made me. 

I reblogged this picture because as soon as I saw it I stopped and smiled.  It brought back fond memories of my father.  Every evening we would dine together.  it was just the two of us. No mom or siblings.  Dining was one of my favorite expiriences shared with my father.  We would laugh and share with each other.  And at every meal, without fault he would ask, ”Adriana, what did you learn today?”  I always knew the question was coming so I always made sure to learn something new to share with him.  After I shared it, he would elaborate on it and teach me so much more. 

My father never acted like a know-it-all.  He just loved knowledge and learning.  It’s one of the greatest gifts he has passed on to me.  He used to say, if you ever think you are so brilliant that you know everything, than you are more ignorant than the most ignorant soul you know.  The more you know, the more you realize you know very little.   

Thanks for leading for example dad.  I love you.  

havent-got-a-prayer: When you look through your front door peephole you get a pretty wide look as to what is in front of you.  It helps you recognize if there is a friend waiting at your door, someone else with bad intentions or merely a stranger.  It gives you a pretty good look of what to expect.  After looking through the peephole, though, you have an option - to open the door.  Opening the door provides you more. More opportunities to interact with the person on the other side of the door, more perspective to look left and right and of course, the chance to leave and to explore what is beyond your doorstep. Many of us are locked in.  We live life through a peephole in our mind, only allowing in those things that we know or with which we have experience.  We often don’t take the time to open the door, look left and right and possibly venture out.  There is a whole world out there that is looking for you to find it.  What new friends are waiting on the front stoop of your building?  What exciting business and life opportunities are available to you?  Why not open the door today and find out? (by Nan Palmero)

havent-got-a-prayer:

When you look through your front door peephole you get a pretty wide look as to what is in front of you.  It helps you recognize if there is a friend waiting at your door, someone else with bad intentions or merely a stranger.  It gives you a pretty good look of what to expect.  After looking through the peephole, though, you have an option - to open the door.  Opening the door provides you more. More opportunities to interact with the person on the other side of the door, more perspective to look left and right and of course, the chance to leave and to explore what is beyond your doorstep.

Many of us are locked in.  We live life through a peephole in our mind, only allowing in those things that we know or with which we have experience.  We often don’t take the time to open the door, look left and right and possibly venture out.  There is a whole world out there that is looking for you to find it.  What new friends are waiting on the front stoop of your building?  What exciting business and life opportunities are available to you?  Why not open the door today and find out?

(by Nan Palmero)