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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMHQHs6eSp7ImA9WhVTFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529940080181078451</id><updated>2012-03-01T11:00:31.511-08:00</updated><category term="my own recipe" /><category term="Leoni" /><category term="Pets" /><category term="NW Winter" /><category term="day2day" /><category term="Thomas" /><category term="RP visit" /><category term="A Date" /><category term="Paradise" /><category term="my thoughts" /><category term="2do's" /><category term="Our fleet" /><category term="My projects" /><category term="New blog" /><category term="Tioga-George" /><category term="Kawena" /><category term="work" /><category term="love letters'94" /><category term="growing up" /><title>I Fall In Love...Mailorderbride</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://my-own-pointofview.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://my-own-pointofview.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2529940080181078451/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>weng</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05559963044198409473</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JPZye4DoowA/TyXoi_TeWlI/AAAAAAAAAEI/YggQ41BT1VA/s220/RSCN9073.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/JnHfv" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/jnhfv" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMHQHs4eCp7ImA9WhVTFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2529940080181078451.post-4643665473245924761</id><published>2012-03-01T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T11:00:31.530-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-01T11:00:31.530-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="day2day" /><title>Depress</title><content type="html">Hello, yesterday was all day low energy day. We got up with snow and cold.. This is what it look outside and it was on and off until 2 pm the snow was falling and the wind was&amp;nbsp;howling&amp;nbsp;in our neck of the woods.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then again this&amp;nbsp;morning. Do you recognize the wood chip trail on the picture below? It is cold! And was very&amp;nbsp;quite&amp;nbsp;and no wind at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A tiny corner of our bedroom is where my office space is. And here is where I write my&amp;nbsp;stories&amp;nbsp;to you everyday. It is the only space in the house that has dry wall hung on the wall for right now and the rest&amp;nbsp;patiently&amp;nbsp;waiting for the our hands to be work on.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is a 3 wheeled electric car that have been added in to our fleet of vehicles. We have an acre, so we can&amp;nbsp;squeeze&amp;nbsp;a few things on the&amp;nbsp;ground. And you may recall that most if not all our vehicle has name and this is no exception. I introduce to you "Grape" as the hubby calls it! Now that we hear the gas can go up to 5 bucks a gallon, Electric grape might be a money saver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2529940080181078451-1631743893271680876?l=my-own-pointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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January 1998 we landed Manila. My first time back home and see my family. The hubby our first born who was 14 months old and I showed up at my parents home. It was a bit of a surprise for them. We told my parents what &amp;nbsp;the trip was all about and that were not staying long because we have&amp;nbsp;commitments&amp;nbsp;for our friend to travel with them. But it was the best&amp;nbsp;opportunity&amp;nbsp;for me to come back home visit and have them meet the the first grandson. They were delighted and very happy to see us.&lt;br /&gt;
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A meeting place was discuss after we had the chance to visit my parents. Camiguin Island was where we should meet. It is north of the Island Mindanao.&amp;nbsp;We stayed in a beautiful cottage to wait until we hear from them. But their planned was changed. So we stayed by ourselves. February 14,&amp;nbsp;Valentines&amp;nbsp;day of 98,the hubby got up early morning gave me a kiss and greet me Happy&amp;nbsp;Valentine. And that was the&amp;nbsp;beginning&amp;nbsp;of an awful&amp;nbsp;experience.&amp;nbsp;He felt sick and fever of high&amp;nbsp;temperature made him flat in bed. We went to local hospital,&amp;nbsp;I did not have any clue what was&amp;nbsp;happening. Doctor said that he has all the&amp;nbsp;symptoms&amp;nbsp;of dengue. And that he needs to drink as much fluid as he can and if it get worst he might need&amp;nbsp;transfusion!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;The hubby was ditermened not to get that far, but it was bad. At one point he past out. I did dnot know about it. With a 14 month old who was into everything and going everywhere I was not with the hubby when it happened and just found him face down on the floor red faced with a fever I tried to woke him up. And he told me what to do. He never mention that he could die from it. We rented this beautiful&amp;nbsp;cottage&amp;nbsp;to ourselves&amp;nbsp;right&amp;nbsp;by the ocean and that was where my son wanted to go all the time. The owner of &amp;nbsp;the place which was called Morning Glory retreat/cottages, was very nice old man who was very helpful. He kept the boiling water going for us at all time. Thermos every day and night for&amp;nbsp;hubby&amp;nbsp;to drink. A hundred and&amp;nbsp;eight fever registered on the temperature. He was burning! There were times he could not even hold himself to set up! It was bad. Then he decided for us to go to a different Island where there are more&amp;nbsp;tourist&amp;nbsp;and that the food was better for him to nurse back! So we headed out from this tiny sleepy Island to another Island which is not at all sleepy, called Boracay!&amp;nbsp;With better food he was gaining his&amp;nbsp;strength and&amp;nbsp;beginning&amp;nbsp;to look better also.&amp;nbsp;Two weeks of all intense fever body shakes and with just water in his system he looked bad.&lt;br /&gt;
Six weeks we stayed in the Philippines and the most challenging time. A fifty fifty chance for he had the 3rd stage of Dengue. And I did not even know what Dengue was. I was glad that I did not know of it then for I would have&amp;nbsp;panicked&amp;nbsp;beyond&amp;nbsp;comprehension! He lost a lot of his hair from high fever and took years to grow back. This one experience&amp;nbsp;he can ad to his close call life experiences category. Like&amp;nbsp;rabies, but years before he had the Dengue. I am glad he is soo tough!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2529940080181078451-8710111961985040292?l=my-own-pointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Although it is cold and wet, its the time of the year where I can see everything to the ground. How the new buds of all the plants and tree starts to wake up and greet the warm sun and I smell the fresh crisp clean &amp;nbsp;air. Spring is my favorite of all the season. It is when I can just take a stroll and just marvel at the sight of living things sprouts and hear the birds sing every morning and the sound of our water fall lulling as it flow to our lower pond. As you can see it now exposed in the picture below. The hubby and a couple of &amp;nbsp;friends worked so hard in the rain to get it cleaned with a machete. I still wish for the goat!&lt;br /&gt;
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In the summer of 1998 the hubby build our water falls. He was just recovering from Dengue Fever and just have enough energy to do something around the property/house. It took him most of the summer and made him feel good to do something. He tuned it to the key of A, I&amp;nbsp;believe as he was building it. &amp;nbsp;Every summer the water fall disappear because of the blackberry bushes. And since we are not&amp;nbsp;usually&amp;nbsp;home in&amp;nbsp;Portland during winter we do not get to see or hear this lovely water music we have. But this year we are. The days of rain and cold and wet has all its pluses and minuses but all well&amp;nbsp;deserving&amp;nbsp;to be appreciated. I am looking forward to Spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2529940080181078451-5409598535384220722?l=my-own-pointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The sun was so bright yesterday morning and was just perfect. We rush off to do yard work the hubby and I but did a detour on our way thinking it will be a lovely day altogether.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I cleaned a yard and did yard work while he put up wire fence to prevent small dogs&amp;nbsp;interring&amp;nbsp;in the property. The hubby bought me a new tool to try for the job.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ryubi hedge&amp;nbsp;trimmer&amp;nbsp; battery operated&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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It's &amp;nbsp;Japanese garden layout/themed and it has many plants which I do not know the names and have been maintained. I was ask to&amp;nbsp;continue&amp;nbsp;its&amp;nbsp;maintenance. The couple who was doing the work before me did a fabulous job. The garden is just beautiful. Now that it is in my hand I needed more tools. The owners are not particular but the plants are. So my learning and self education to most or all of their plants is an ongoing process. I help four gardens and each time when I do the work I give myself &amp;nbsp;a moment to be focus on where I am and what plants are in front of me and how it would be care for and what the owners preference for their care also. It is a test of my memory and my ability to do the work right and done well. And it is very rewarding to me. When I step back and see the work and the beauty it shows. Nice clean and tidy.&lt;br /&gt;
But today, it snowed!&amp;nbsp;Surprise! It rained all night and woke up and saw the skylight covered with the white fluff.&lt;br /&gt;
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After all, we are still in winter season.. Kids are excited to see the white stuff again!&lt;br /&gt;
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It has been a wild weather today! I just returned to drop my 15 year old to his drama practice, and on the way my girl had a play date. She was invited for roller skates event. As we pile in the car the sun was out and bright as it can be with blue sky. By the time we arrive in school which was 2.9 mile from where we live it snowed. And I went off to the library and by the time i got back home it rained and cloudy. It has been this wild all day and now the wind is rolling in. What a day to take the day off so we can work on our own yard! Cold,wet snowy, But we got to do what we got to do.. And here we go.&lt;br /&gt;
The heating stove is working full time and cooking some fresh portabilla mushroom on top for snack. Yum..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2529940080181078451-2354086380964177290?l=my-own-pointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This mighty creature is been around before the birth of our&amp;nbsp;daughter. He was our family&amp;nbsp;holiday&amp;nbsp;present in 2003. And he has traveled with us to Aticama all his life. What a lucky dog!&lt;/div&gt;
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Our two creepy&amp;nbsp;crawlers. My son Thomas has a&amp;nbsp;fascination&amp;nbsp;with these creatures. Reptiles and Amphibians is been his thing ever since and hasn't change one bit of what animal he likes. Lizzy for V and Charlie for T!&lt;/div&gt;
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Hmm.. Would these pets share the time and attention&amp;nbsp;they get this Spring? What other pets could there be to have in Weng's yard? Tuned in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2529940080181078451-381338325339412543?l=my-own-pointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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With five in the family it takes quite a bit of feeding. And we love to eat and I love to spoil everyone to a warm meal almost everyday. We like to eat fresh and warm food for breakfast and dinners. As the hubby says to me, a&amp;nbsp;chief&amp;nbsp;is in the house. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;
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We&amp;nbsp;usually&amp;nbsp;get one month worth of non perishable and every 7 to 10 days of fresh fruits and veggies. In this way we do not have to do many trips to the store. And we manage to get by very nicely with our budget and we eat&amp;nbsp;healthy. The hubby and I gets excited when we do the big shop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2529940080181078451-6571300764882346244?l=my-own-pointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The project in a basement is now modded 95 percent and now down to touch up. The hubby even got the wall textured. In a couple of days I will have it painted and the result will be so cool. I love to watch the step back and see the result of my hard work..&lt;br /&gt;
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Hamilton light top modding is the best stuff. It is so fluid that makes so easy to spread. This kind of work prepares me even more to do my own home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2529940080181078451-9020849380341535168?l=my-own-pointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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We have been babysitting the girl since she was about 3. Now she will be 5 and what a pleasure to watch her grow.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;fashion&amp;nbsp;show&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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As always we have to have a fashion show and I am the audience! And now so are you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;after modding&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I am so happy how this project turning out. My modding skills and ability is getting much better every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
It sure teaches me&amp;nbsp;patience&amp;nbsp;and focus and strong arms as reward!&lt;/div&gt;
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It is hard to believe that 18 years ago, Internet/www. world was not a vocabulary easily use. But now it is everywhere and in everyday life&amp;nbsp;phenomenon. It certainly in my vocabulary now, like blogging!&lt;br /&gt;
The last couple of day was hectic and busy, and last night the hubby and I took the time and went out dancing.&lt;br /&gt;
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As you may recall my&amp;nbsp;prior post it was about dancing because I was anticipating last night dance&amp;nbsp;outing!&lt;br /&gt;
The hubby&amp;nbsp;bought&amp;nbsp; tickets two months ago as our&amp;nbsp;Valentine&amp;nbsp;celebration and&amp;nbsp;anniversary&amp;nbsp;remembrance as we connected 18 year ago.&lt;br /&gt;
Roger Clyde from the former&amp;nbsp;Refreshment&amp;nbsp;band and Big head Tod and the monsters rock the house.&lt;br /&gt;
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The hubby and I is hoping to move along our plan to have one night in our life to go out. A date! We are doing it back wards and seems to be working just fine. Unlike most, date first have family and work. For me have the family work and only now date with the hubby. We work and once in while we reward ourselves. Its about time and we had a good time! Thank you for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2529940080181078451-8705508016454155268?l=my-own-pointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The hubby and I attended a dance class early on in our &amp;nbsp;marriage. It was ballroom dancing. I liked it because I have never went to any class before and most of my dance skill is all self learned and others are just for national folk dances which is not&amp;nbsp;appropriate&amp;nbsp;to use in a disco or in the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;
The kids came along and since dancing time is very limited and put on hold. This year dancing will come back. Even it only happens in our living room with the kids. More fun! We love music...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2529940080181078451-1816940579964588187?l=my-own-pointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A place so beautiful should be enjoyed by all, no matter how deep or shallow your &amp;nbsp;money&amp;nbsp;pocket&amp;nbsp;might be. Anyone who has the respect and the&amp;nbsp;responsibility&amp;nbsp; to do good and share a space to be&amp;nbsp;enjoyed&amp;nbsp;by others who are very&amp;nbsp;conscientious&amp;nbsp;with the&amp;nbsp;environment, to the people and the community they are in.&lt;br /&gt;
Years ago since I came to Aticama village, 17 to be exact was a whole different place. Over the years,I have made so many local friends and visit with them. Welcomed me and my family in years. My kids go to school there, we live like locals. Some time we get &amp;nbsp;comments like we live more local than local. And that is so good to hear. We live simple. This&amp;nbsp;paradise&amp;nbsp;was heaven and still is, but I can not deny that in the last 10 years some greedy human beings are creeping in and are&amp;nbsp;polluting&amp;nbsp;the area in any way they can for outrageous profit to gain from the local land sales. The old ways suit us best but some how money has the driving force to change and in some ways better and in some ways horrible. We watched the movie "Rum Diary" and somehow I felt like Aticama is being treated in a similar fashion in a different time. " People can put price on everything but knows nothing of Value". Rum Diary.&lt;br /&gt;
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Unlike others, we have no locked doors to our home. Our windows wide open, no grand giant walls&amp;nbsp;surround&amp;nbsp; our home and yet everything is peaceful.&amp;nbsp;We trust people, it is our&amp;nbsp;strengths but people with so much greed and&amp;nbsp;jealousy&amp;nbsp;violates that.&amp;nbsp;Hill top home, Bird house as the hubby likes to call, is our home with our children and hope to be the home of their&amp;nbsp;children&amp;nbsp;in the future.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;There is no place like Aticama anymore in the world and we have the best spot. In my&amp;nbsp;opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2529940080181078451-7902611225842024231?l=my-own-pointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was in February of 2009 when I first met George. It was, as always, it begins with a beautiful sunny morning in paradise. Hilltop home Aticama Nayarit. We were on our way driving our&amp;nbsp;Toyota&amp;nbsp;station wagon taking the kids to school in Aticama and do some errands after. Coming down from hilltop home there was this man with a sombrero ( hat) on his head and walking boots coming up the hill. I have never meet him before but the hubby did and have mention before of their meeting on the beach where the flyboy's were.&lt;br /&gt;
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What he (George) didn't know was, the family had many visitors and parties that had happened the previous weeks. I did &amp;nbsp;not want to go anywhere for a week but hubby insist I go with them. We were not totally unpacked for this arrival in our hilltop home at that time and a major changed of the condition to the access of our home. One week of preparation before guest and we were only up at hilltop home for 4 days. There was a double&amp;nbsp;planned&amp;nbsp;unconventional&amp;nbsp;baptismal&amp;nbsp;and 2 birthday parties one for my son and the other was for my daughter and a dear friends&amp;nbsp;daughter&amp;nbsp;also, both born the same day. &amp;nbsp;And one revelation&amp;nbsp;of a big heart break for me also. It was crazy and I was crazy. So, what I am saying is, I was grumpy.&lt;br /&gt;
Hubby introduced me and the kids and I shook his hand and said hello. He was told to be our guest, "me casa es so casa" and that he can go inside and be at home. And if he is still around for a few days come and &amp;nbsp;have food with us. Off we went. He continued walking up.. And that was my first meeting of him.&lt;br /&gt;
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Not long after that he came back one afternoon at sunset. Flyboy David, was there visiting and talking and just &amp;nbsp;having good time conversation out in our porch, up hill top home. Then as always the question of&amp;nbsp;curiosity&amp;nbsp;comes out. How did you two meet? My answer as always with no hesitation " I am a mail order bride." We were pen-pals, we wrote letters to each other by mail.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I love to&amp;nbsp;watch&amp;nbsp;peoples faces and reaction when I say those words. George said "I be darn!" I remember it. Then I went on and on about our story because I like to talk about it when an&amp;nbsp;interested&amp;nbsp;listener &amp;nbsp;is very curious. So then he mention that he has a blog. He talk about a bit and I have no concept of what a blog was. But I always wanted to write, In fact I had a blog but it was mainly to share my photos to my family back home and to share what my little family here is up to from time to time. Then he mentioned blogging and possibly earning income at the same time. I was hooked!&amp;nbsp;I had so much to say at that time and still is. I wanted to write my stories from the&amp;nbsp;beginning.The now and then and everything in between!&lt;br /&gt;
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I've visited with him after our meetings a few times in Miss Tioga at Matanchen beach where he loves to day camp. We discuss some detail and he showed me a few things on his own blog. I was very excited and at the same time very nervous.&amp;nbsp;He will help me establish&amp;nbsp;and show me &amp;nbsp;many things to get started and set many things that are beyond my&amp;nbsp;comprehension&amp;nbsp;with computers and&amp;nbsp;Internet. He mentored me and&amp;nbsp;encouraged&amp;nbsp;me and&amp;nbsp;supported&amp;nbsp;me in this process. I am very grateful to him. And he&amp;nbsp;will always be in my thoughts, as long as I can write and speak. He is part of my sharing of my stories to you.&amp;nbsp;I had my mind set. I want share all and it will come from the heart... And that was also his advise! The hubby second it! And here I am.... Since then he continues to help me even now.&lt;br /&gt;
My admiration for you George continues and I thank you for being my dear friend. &amp;nbsp;There is this saying " the right place at the right time!" That was you George!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2529940080181078451-3185759557286248978?l=my-own-pointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I&amp;nbsp;believe&amp;nbsp;that I am one of those people who is&amp;nbsp;completely&amp;nbsp;at peace being by myself. But I am also as at peace to be around people. I am outgoing and talkative and I can carry conversation with&amp;nbsp;confidence&amp;nbsp;on the things I know and I am not&amp;nbsp;afraid&amp;nbsp;what to say in my mind. I know that people who I have met and knew a little or a lot about me can express that&amp;nbsp;opinion&amp;nbsp;about&amp;nbsp;me. I have my opinions right and wrong, no ill will and no harm intended, and that's when I get myself in such predicament.&lt;br /&gt;
The learning process hand in hand with growing process. It's bumps and&amp;nbsp;bruises&amp;nbsp;of all sorts, shape, way and form!&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;As Jorge would say many times to me, "All things will work it self out!" I find joy on what I do.&amp;nbsp;As always I keep an open mind!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2529940080181078451-6696033084553604644?l=my-own-pointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Last year my daughter celebrated her birthday in warm sunny Aticama Mexico her birth land. And this year she will celebrate her number 8, here in our Northern home.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last week my son went&amp;nbsp;Boulder&amp;nbsp;climb as part of his birthday present from Lula Ruth. And today is another event. My daughter turned&amp;nbsp;eight&amp;nbsp;Monday and for her gift is going rollers skates and &amp;nbsp;also a gift from Lula Ruth. Grandma Ruth is the best.&lt;br /&gt;
My daughter and I do not have the&amp;nbsp;experience&amp;nbsp;to roller skates, and today is going to be interesting. We are going to a local&amp;nbsp;amusement&amp;nbsp;park, Oak Hills and&amp;nbsp;experience&amp;nbsp;our first ever roller skates. And you'll hear about it later. I am excited and nervous!&lt;br /&gt;
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5pm&lt;br /&gt;
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We are back from roller&amp;nbsp;skating. Oh my. A 45 minutes lesson session we attended to have a few pointers on how to do basic, and to know what to do not falling. Like everything you do it takes practice! And did I fall? You bit! On my butt a few times. The princess V also fallen, but there was no&amp;nbsp;complained&amp;nbsp;the other 2 party goers have done ice skating so they are&amp;nbsp;experienced in falling. But we all had fun and we want to do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2529940080181078451-6143978295737822193?l=my-own-pointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Now the picture below is my next project, hang dry wall and plaster. And the insulation project also begins.&lt;br /&gt;
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I would show up to her house and tried to keep her company and do a little bit of chores. But chores like cleaning up her sink was a very&amp;nbsp;difficult&amp;nbsp;job to do because, she wanted to keep everything, even the TV dinner packages. She had a dog and made the house very&amp;nbsp;messy. It was bad. She only qualify for 5 hours of help from the services which was not very much money for me. But the thought of me helping who could be my grandma was more&amp;nbsp;comforting&amp;nbsp;than anything else. &amp;nbsp;Four years in the US &amp;nbsp;really made me missed my family and one reason I agree to do it because I wanted to be close to someone like her. But after a few weeks I found out through our conversation that she was a very sad lady. She never had any kids and did not like one&amp;nbsp;either. She was the only child and happens to be born the same day and year as the hubby's mother and same name. How interesting was that! Mary Elizabeth, She loved her dog, A&amp;nbsp;Lhasa Apso hairy small kind and that was about all the family she had. Her husband died long time ago and made sure that she was taken care of, but she spend all of her money collecting&amp;nbsp;precious&amp;nbsp; moment&amp;nbsp;momentous. There were tones of it in her house along with porcelain dolls. It was just sad.&lt;br /&gt;
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The work lasted 3 months with the Human services for her and then I got&amp;nbsp;transferred&amp;nbsp;to a&amp;nbsp;different&amp;nbsp;person for another 3 months. It was an over all good&amp;nbsp;experienced&amp;nbsp;but in a long run, it made me sad. &amp;nbsp;You know why? I like to work with my kids with me specially when they were babies and I thought that older people like to be around kids but not all. But then the&amp;nbsp;realization&amp;nbsp;that I tend to get&amp;nbsp;emotionally&amp;nbsp;attached to their being alone in their home reminds me a lot of me being away from my family, was too much for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2529940080181078451-8591002614005511604?l=my-own-pointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am small so I can crawl well under those tiny spaces. It would be interesting to see what I would look after?&lt;br /&gt;
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For years now I have help the hubby on so many projects&amp;nbsp;either&amp;nbsp;for income or for fun. This is where I learned all the things I know now. I do dry wall work, I can hang them and&amp;nbsp;mod&amp;nbsp;them. I do pretty good at it. Which is not bad&amp;nbsp;considering&amp;nbsp;I did not have any idea what plaster was. I have painted quite a few homes aside from gardening, cleaning houses and babysitting. And I being willing to do these things are very helpful to me and have the skill, specially when the hubby and I is taking on a grand remodeling project of our own home by ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;
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9 PM&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to say that today did not go as planned. I did not finished my painting work. Working with oil base paint is a bit more slow. It has been a while since I touch the product and I&amp;nbsp;miscalculate&amp;nbsp;my time. But all was good. What's left is just touch up. So it meant the tomorrow will be the insulating work. But darn, I forgot to take a photo again of the before and after. Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I get on a project I get into my zone. And I do it, until I get it done specially when I get to see and enjoy the result. It's a happy feeling when one thing gets done. So tomorrow, I will go again!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;So today my friend and I painted a baby room, took us both 5 hours to clean and prepare a 10 X12 room. We had to scrape water base paint over oil on trim and doors. That was&amp;nbsp;tedious! But we got it done and manage to put on the first layer of paint on the&amp;nbsp;ceiling&amp;nbsp;and wall. A seven hour day of &amp;nbsp;work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Then off grocery shopping for an hour and home at 8 pm. A long day to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;
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End of January and beginning of February &amp;nbsp;is a party days when we are in Mexico. Six days apart to have to 2 birthdays and it gets crazy. I am glad birthdays&amp;nbsp;only happens ones a year. Whew!&lt;br /&gt;
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Time flies....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2529940080181078451-5360850023937338606?l=my-own-pointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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And today I wonder, why am I so tired? I went to bed at 6 pm last night and I woke up 8 am today with a very sore body muscles. I&amp;nbsp;thought,&amp;nbsp;what did I do? I did not boulder climb and then, well, well, well. I thought being a &amp;nbsp;gardener climbing ladder working and cutting limbs off a fruit trees and vine is hard work, but what got me was the 1 mile hard run with the kids yesterday morning. Darn, I thought I was in good shape. More running perhaps is needed to be in shape?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2529940080181078451-4792502400384563533?l=my-own-pointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I had plans but times like this I just have to give in and do what the kids wanted because this are those precious moments that will be remembered and I went with them in the park and gave them time. An hour of fun in cold and blustery but sunny beautiful Saturday morning..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2529940080181078451-203394186565569863?l=my-own-pointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It is been two years now that I have my mind thinking of having a goat. Why? Well, as I have mention in the past postings we have about an acre of land, and when the first sign of spring like yesterday which was&amp;nbsp;groundhog&amp;nbsp;day, all of natures life springs to life in a&amp;nbsp;vengeance.&lt;br /&gt;
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Over the years, I have been tackling my blackberry bushes, Ivy and weeds and I have not won yet. Although I have made so many delicious treats with the thorny&amp;nbsp;vicious&amp;nbsp;bushes, but sometimes I just wish I can contain them before they go wild. And that is where the goat come to play. Then I would have room for the Bees then the chickens. That will keep me busy, don't you think? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;
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Seriously, I am thinking of these things to have this year in this property. I am all set to start a homemade jam/jelly cooking practice. I bought my first official tools from Amazon the other night to do jams. A blackberry jam with all what I need to make it come from my land. That would be so neat. I know I have helpers to do this things, but how much help I will get that remains to be discover. But I am getting excited of the the thought of an early spring! Garden?&lt;br /&gt;
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8:30 AM&lt;br /&gt;
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Mornings in this household gets&amp;nbsp;chaotic&amp;nbsp;and sometimes mechanical, we get up and walking like&amp;nbsp;zombies&amp;nbsp;specially my number 1 son and I. But I found myself &amp;nbsp;thinking when I was &amp;nbsp;cooking for breakfast about this big ambition I have posted. Would I have this thoughts if I were in the Philippines this time in my life? Probably not to have goat but growing pig maybe? Interesting how my mind would wonder &amp;nbsp;these things. And it made me think of my father..&lt;br /&gt;
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Another&amp;nbsp;Beautiful&amp;nbsp;but&amp;nbsp;blustery&amp;nbsp;February day and I am off to trim Kiwi fruit vine.. more later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2529940080181078451-4468025343994095375?l=my-own-pointofview.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But then I stop and think, life is about now, today! And I am happily sharing that, today is a good day. A beautiful sunny day! I am feeling much better and the kids are getting better too. So, I want to start my day to say good day to all who is sharing their time today reading my blog. And to make me feel confident and happily sharing it all, I write my stories ahead. The whole thing to the present.&lt;br /&gt;
Then along the way the ad libs (surprises) in life comes to pass and we deal with that and I'l share that too. And then I realized that life is &amp;nbsp;like you go forward backward and upside down and round and round sometimes. The spices of every day living, I savor every step. :-)&lt;br /&gt;
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