Birthday Memories

 Fifty is a special word and 50 is just a number. Big FIVE  0. Who wont be happy and delighted when the very special, loving, caring and wonderful family and friends remember my birthday. It's great to know that I'm unforgettable.

 Just so you know that gifts are valued and will be forever treasured in my blog.

 There are no perfect words to express my heartfelt gratitude to the giver of gifts.

 There is so much to thank for. The LOVE that is shared. The comedy and the drama. Whatever that makes that day so special and heartwarming even if its cold. January is such a cold month here in Canada. So chill...

 The weather is cold but the food is great, delicious, and hot, hot. Super hot lechon! Wow! Incredible. Yummy lechon. Almost everyone likes the crunchy roasted skin baked for perfection. My husband cooked it. It was not doctored so the awesome amazing flavour stayed from the skin to the bones.

 Hearty delicious dinner served. Good to the last bite!

 Those are the memories I wont ever forget. Any more secret? Hopefully there are secrets. There are secrets, surprises and mysteries.

 Really, 11 lbs. lechon is quite the most sought-after meal of all. I think better than turkey. Let's hope we'll have a roast lechon for our picnic in summer of this year at the sandy beach.

 And because I love the roses and its almost perfect quality petals where loops are circled around and round with dainty formation like a scroll let's have it magnify...

Oh how lovely are the roses, so bright red, fresh and ready.

Seriously... Being Fifty Is Not Over The Hill Yet.

Hard to believe I'm fifty years younger than you could ever imagine. Haha! I wish. Well think have to keep my mind open. I should have this blog open because so many signs out there want me to have this blog. For real. Yeah of all my blogs this blogsite has reached 16,444 views already since the year I started blogging in 2007. Other blogs of mine have lesser views.

Secondly, the time when I decided to quit here on January 5 and have thoughts to just blog and concentrate on another blogsites. Whatever suit my mood and mode. It depends with the story and reason, valid reason to do it. Besides I don't like talking about myself all the time as if I am self-centered which I'm not. That's not the real me. Talking about other people is not that good either so fiction or imaginative is the best route.

Since the time that I quit blogging here I noticed that I keep receiving blog stats views so that means some readers are still visiting or dropping by my blogsite even if I stop blogging. Blog statistic recorded 284 views from that day. Since that day.

Third, the dream about aunt is also prophetic or visionary in it sense to carry this blog for more years to come. With her "light house" painting image located on the right side of the blog format here is one of the valid reason that lest assured have to continue even if there are times when I get so tired and restless from blogging. Blogging is time consuming and it deprived me of some other work to do at home. Subject running out of proportion or something can be the problem especially when I  blogged so much of that in the past. I hate to be redundant. I hate to be repetitious and I will try to change the subject if it needs to so that it will be more interesting to the readers. I know that there are so many of us here blogging and sometimes my topic or my story is being passed around or just the same in content or let say it has something in common with other stories in the blogworld. Connecting words and statement must be the power that connects us through one thing and one thing only as if it is a miraculous relay of something that make us a part of the whole community. Making us aware of one's story as it was passed from one another to another as in bridging the gap. Pass the light. Or pass the bulb? I think that's funny.

If you cannot understand what I'm trying to emphasize here? Is that my problem or yours? Think that only the people who can read, can understand. So glad that children can understand because they can read. I'm happy that majority of my readers are children...kids who can better translate the theme of my agenda here for the old folks. There...I am old and kids can understand me. I wish old people can also understand or is it ego bothering them. I hope not or will those those egos of yours so that we'll have sunshine eggs tomorrow. Good night it's getting late here now. Gotta watch hockey. Ciao!

Unforgettable Dream

It was one of those coldest nights and although I was covered with three comforters, bedsheet and a bedspread it was still chilly and the cold gets into my body down to my legs. I was not sick , don't have fever or colds yet it was extremely cold in our room. It felt like my legs had cramps or maybe I was suffering rheumatoid athritis. Suddenly that night while on my deepest sleep,  I felt like there is something warm that covered my legs like a warm blanket only to be surprised and bit shocked that it was  aunt Helen embracing, hugging my legs. It was shocking to the point that I almost screamed but surprising I didn't. I don't know the feeling...I was not scared and couldn't find words to express the feeling of such situation. I was just asking myself why.

I know it was just a dream. It could be a dream. I couldn't say it's a nightmare because of her motive to show herself in a dream is a warm welcome.

Wherever you are aunt Helen I hope you are there in heaven with my parents-in-law and I also wish that you are all happy there with the Lord God beside you.

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