Miss Carnation

My introverted friend finally tried to experiment with her style and tried on a haltered skinny cocktail dress.  "Mothafacka! You're a bombshell!" I screamed in delight as I watched her emerge from the dressing room. My friend leaned on the wall, mortified,  than amused by the attention we were drawing.  She seldom heard me swear in our four years of friendship. "I'm sorry, I was just so pleasantly surprised by how good you look in that dress!"  I laughed nervously. While her left hand  still clutched at the neckline of her dress she slowly regained her footing.  Without breaking our eye contact,  she flared her nose, then mouthed the words.. "look what you got us into"  turning  her gaze to the small crowd at the other end of the boutique whose judging looks were darted at our direction.  I gave out a smirk and whispered, "big deal".  We have been taught since primary school and in our catechism classes that cursing is  "bad",...

  MY steps were quick and deliberate.  Beads of sweat rolled from my crown down to my neck. It was seven thirty in the morning. People were on a huff either to get to work or students going to school. I refused to make eye contact with anyone. I couldn't be bothered, I needed to finish my daily  2-kilometer brisk walk. Catching my breath on the sidewalk, I paused and took a sip from my Hydro Flask , when an awkward-looking girl in a school uniform bumped into me by accident. “I’m so, sorry Miss”, her hands held out in front of her like she was in a defensive stance. “It’s fine, it was an accident. Just be careful next time” I said, assuring her I was okay. "I’m really really sorry", she kept bowing her head. “I said It’s fine, go run you'll be late” I smiled. “Thank you”  She gave me an apologetic smile and a small bow then turned to walk away. I stood there watching until she turned to the curve and disappeared.  She reminded me so much of my young self. I w...

This is our rescue dog Biskwit.  My son had been bugging me to write something about him or talk about how we rescued him on our Podcast  The Happy Nook .   Biskwit is such an intelligent Pup. He can understand my tone.  Whenever I would walk the other two dogs ahead of him,  he would look at me and wait for me to say that I would come back for him. If I forgot to do that,  he would keep barking until I got back.    I will talk about how we  rescued him on our Podcast soon. Please follow our Podcast on Spotify and also  The Happy Nook FB Page . 

. My mother was a socially active person. She was happy to be around people, especially her sisters,  nephews, and nieces. She loved to spend time with them. When she died four years ago, I received a lot of personal messages.  Most of them were from my older cousins.    The messages I received were comforting words for me and my siblings.  They were words of love and admiration for how my Mom has been so good to them and that she will be greatly missed. If the typewritten words on my chats had tear ducts my computer would have been flooded. I will miss her She has been very kind to me Now I do not have anyone to care for me Now I do not have anyone to turn to when I have a problem Now I do not have anyone to share my heartaches Now I do not have a confidant Now I have no one to call when I am happy Now I do not have anyone to call to side with me Photo by Pavel Danilyuk : These lines are actually common to hear in wakes.  Reading all their kind words for m...

"This is my song"  at the end of the caption was a smiley .  I giggled and clicked on the notification, to see the whole story. My friend tagged me a Miley Cyrus's video clip,  at the Grammy,  singing "Flower".  I smiled imagining how Lee would have laughed while saying those words in front of me.   I believe every word of it and I believe she meant it wholeheartedly.  I have watched that clip a couple of times in the past few days. They kept creeping on my social media accounts. I'm not really a Miley fan, but in that particular video, she was amazing, reminding me so much of Tina Turner.  And now that my soul-sistah resonates with it, the lyrics made even more sense. It's two days before Valentine's Day.  Most await this love-ly day to celebrate with their respective romantic partners. Eager to profess their undying love for each other. Couples bask in a romantic ambiance, serenaded by romantic tunes,  a bouquet of roses in one a...

My steps were quiet and calculated. What I intended to do was,  I would jump-scare this feral cat, who was sitting in one corner of our garage,  "Perhaps if I don't move,  this lady will not notice me." is the vibe I was getting from her. I was staring at her ears and the back of her head. She can feel my presence advancing toward her. I didn't care about cats.  After Sophie passed away a few months prior, I unconsciously shifted all my attention to my four dogs. It was Jino, my youngest son, who made an effort to befriend this single-fanged kitty. We decided to call her Rabiya. Every morning she would come by, asking for nothing but Cuties Catz food. She would let out a soft cry and follow me rubbing her body on my legs.  Her visit to our home has become frequent as time went by. Sometimes she would bring a friend or two, too. Eventually, this meek and quiet cat started becoming loud. She would let out a "meow" that sounded like she was begging for your hel...

 I came here to visit my blog with nothing. No plans,  no topic to write about. Didn't plan to change the Title of my Blog.  But did in a whim. This Pandemic has changed the way I think and the way I react to things.   The future isn't promised.  What's there to look forward to? Thank God for our Family (Fur Babies included) Thank God for opportunities Thank God for Siblings and Friends Thank God there's always something to look forward to no matter how small.  You just have to decide to look for them. On a daily basis. I pray... Thank you Dear Father for keeping us safe.