Some people are meant to lead. Some are meant to follow. I am and have always been a follower aka an underdog. I wrote about this in this 2016 post and nothing will ever change that, not my mom, not my aunt, not even Toastmasters.
Good day and welcome! Come in and join me for a cup of coffee and a chat. We’ll have to settle for the instant stuff as it’s all I have unless you prefer a cup of tea or Hot Cocoa?
Having been raised by my mom and her family most of my life, I often call myself the black sheep of her family.
There was a wind storm last week – 70 mile-per-hour gusts blowing past the protective mountain ranges. It made my Wednesday drive to work a bit treacherous yet interesting at the same time.
Are hoarders sentimentalists? I think they are and it’s the reason why they often struggle to get rid of stuff. When my grandpa passed away in 2015, his home office was at last unveiled to the family. His home office has been a mystery for as long as I can remember. I think I might…
I don’t recall what happened. All I remember is walking alongside the river with my fiancee, Mark, on Earth Day when several loud pop, pop, pop rang in the air. Next thing I knew, I was falling backwards into Mark’s arms, “Leila, what do I do?” He said frantically.
I was on a field trip last Sunday on a quest to search for spring and what did I find, a bunch of kids chasing bubbles. It’s been a while since I’ve blown bubbles but I think this is so much better. Let the breeze carry the bubbles.
Believe me when I say this, I did not used to be a rebel. I was a goody-two-shoes who did everything I was asked to do and please my mom was my life until…
What was the last TV show you binge-watched? If you don’t watch TV (congratulations by the way) what’s the last thing you binged ON?
I may seem quiet on the outside but really, I am just an awkward conversationalist with a vivid imagination and a loud mind.
When I got my mountain bike about a month ago, when I was assembling it, my aunt came over and said, “Just sell it already, get some cash back.”
This week, on Lens-Artists Challenge #144, Tina has challenged us with the topic of “Taking flight.”
Good day and welcome! Come in and join me for a cup of coffee and a chat. I already had my coffee this morning. So I’ll once again settle for a cup of peppermint tea.
Life is but a never-ending chess match. One wrong move and you might lose.
I have Nyctophobia. It’s another word for an irrational fear of night or darkness. My brain and heart are fighting each other on this. My brain says this is an irrational fear but brain, can you please tell that to my heart when it’s thudding like a high-rhythmic beating drum when I’m in the dark?
I watch as the water drains from the pipe above into the well below. It must be still raining up above, I think. Most of the city must be underwater by now.
“I have never met anyone messier than you. I don’t know how you can live like this,” my mom would often say.
I know I wrote about how I was capable of so many things but really, I’m someone who’s called “Jack of all trades and master of none.”
There are some weird questions on this week’s Share Your World, just a word of caution…
I am pretty klutzy, period. My mom used to singsong “clumsy, clumsy girl” whenever I fell down as a little girl. I think I fell because my mind was somewhere else, at least that’s why I fell and scraped my knees the last time, which was about a year ago.
I consider myself to be a jovial person. It doesn’t take much to make me laugh, even if I feeling angry at the moment. I sometimes dislike this ability – to go from anger to laughter like a flip of a coin.
This week for the Lens-Artists Photo Challenge, we are challenged to share some colorful photos to represent the spring-like April.
Good morning or afternoon and welcome! Come in and join me for a cup of coffee and a chat. I’ll settle for a cup of peppermint tea since we are having this chat a little later than my usual time.
