Tuesday, March 30, 2010

He Thinks I'm Nice

Sunday was a busy day for us here. We went to pick up the fan that my husband bought near the Asian Market in Haltom City, dropped off the fan home and I drove to Walmart for grocery shopping (proudly say I do drive now when we go shop for food), come back, the man cleaned the fan while I got busy in the kitchen.

I did all the washing of dishes, putting the grocery stuff in proper places, feeding myself and the baby and marinated the pork meat to be grilled later in that afternoon as well as prepare some veggies to be included in the cook out. I did all that without my husband's supervision. Couple of hours later he went inside to get the stuff for grilling and it was all ready for him.

He thought it was so nice of me to do that. He perhaps expected to do all that himself after cleaning the fan and so he said "thanks Honey, you are so nice!" Hmmmmmm I feel flattered to be called nice by my better half eh.

Monday, March 29, 2010

After Five Years

I am so thankful for this wonderful man I have married. Five years after ,we are still strong together, have that same respect for each other when we first met, love has grown stronger every day I shall say. Thanks to my man, he listens, he cares for me, he loves me, he's devoted, he's sweet, he's a very good dad. What more could I ask for? I have everything I need, I have a man I dreamed. Weww blessed!

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Hate Checking Mails

Lately I feel lazy checking my mails because there are tons of political forwarded mails from two people that kept sending me those. I can't tell them to stop sending me those, too shy to do that. I am not into politics you know and therefore, I only read some of these mails whenever I feel like it. However, I do forward them to my husband as he likes politics a lot. FORWARDED mails don't have to be a pain in the butt but sometimes there are too many of them that I cannot keep up opening them all. I don't wanna delete them either so I am stuck to receiving them every time the other people are opening their mails.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Our Second Sports Car

This Porsche car was bought by my husband years ago that just came home. I did not see it for three years for it was at someone's garage for the reason we didn't have space to put it.

Now that we are moved to our own house, we are looking forward to cleaning up the garage and taking out all the stuff in there so then we can put the two cars inside to keep it from hail damage.

Sunday, March 21, 2010

Snowy Day At The Cemetery

The biggest, cleanest and prettiest cemetery I have ever been is located in Dallas. It is called Dallas Fort Worth National Cemetery where war veterans laid to rest. I took these photos on mobile phone, I thought they gonna come out blurred but they came out ok although the photos are a little bit dark for it was cloudy, damp and very cold. Even though it was cold, yet I enjoyed spending a couple of minutes there for I was able to see the largest cemetery in the area not to mention it's where our war heroes are resting. I felt honored to have visited the place.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

Asawa's Haven Reborn

I have had this blog titled Asawa's Haven in 2007 published in free blog hosting called Bravejournal. Back then this blog of mine was popular, I gained a lot of traffic, plenty of fresh entries everyday including personal, reviews, opinions and paid posts. It was when my blogging career was at its peak. Plus a PR of 3 got me to the top earner of the month on PPP. Man, I missed those days! It was such glorious days for me.

I loved all my blogs in bravejournal. Thus, posting a slideshow or photos there was difficult. When I lost my PR in all my BJ blogs I decided to quit abruptly leaving my frequent visitors hanging. I felt bad about that. Well, it was three years ago but then since I am not that busy anymore, I thought why not start a new blog getting the same title I've had before?

So folks, here's my new blog now. You all welcome here and I hope you accept this new blog of mine as much as you do with my old ones.