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I'm winding down on the 'shopping list' of final documents needed before the closing date. One important paper gets me a reduced rate on the mandatory insurance for the structure (and contents) is called a Wind Mitigation Report.

The home inspector I hired 3 weeks ago is licensed to make the report and he sent over a copy last night that I forwarded to some insurance companies who are preparing quotes. That report along with photos shows the structure and condition of the roof from the inside. It's all done to building code and shows no signs of leaks.

Chasing around to a few people will be in my life now, I asked the company who handles the Home Owners Association (HOA) if they have a welcome wagon and will walk me through some important things... like mailbox, location of trash bins, ID badges for entry and most importantly, if there is a preferred list of licensed companies like plumber, electrician and air conditioning technicians.

The first thing on my list is to replace one of the toilets and I cannot risk an unlicensed handyman to do the work, especially since I'm on the 2nd floor!

They haven't replied about the welcome wagon request. Perhaps one doesn't exist. logically speaking with 300-400 residents in this community, they've got to have some orientation - start package I can review BEFORE I arrive. I know 40' long furniture moving trailers are banned entry and the small amount of things I'm moving can be done in a standard van.
Yeah... moving furniture, I'm not looking forward to that part!

Childhood memories is the best memories I always loved to reminisce .
At age 5, I had to to woke up like 4am as that's the time where my father used to got up, to fed our carabaos, I had to run after my father, jumped up over one of his carabaos.
He used to tell stories like the monkey and the turtle and the like stories while we pasture those carabaos. Then we had to bring them to the river to bathe them. I used to swam with that river with those carabaos..huhhh..and those carabaos pooped. after bathing we had to bring them to the rice farm, to plow the field. It was how I enjoyed my childhood. We had to crossed the river when going to school, even there was flood . That made me a good swimmer. At school, I excelled having my mother involved in a politics, a leader in our community. Her influenced helped a lot so for me to had that edged to my classmates ..so I always lead the class til I graduated in high school. Well I could not hide the fact that, people around us considered me as the most stubhorn of all my parents children. What I wanted, I will surely get, with all means. But my being stubhorn, is with sense of direction. My parents as farmer and a plain housewife, that's the only means of living. But the 8 children, in the family, we were able to finished college and became professionals, which is why I always proud of my parents. Just recently my mom received as the most outstanding parents, and a good leader in the community, she is at age age 81 now.
Going back to my passion, I enjoyed in the farm than at the house. So I never learned how to cook, even when I settled down, my husband is a good cook anyway. Lol.But, the farm thing, that's my expertise, my parents believed I have that green thumb. I dreamt to be one of the best agriculturists , just that, I was not meant to be. My elder sister enrolled me in Commerce as she did not want me to live in the farm in my entire life. I never like the Course, so I did not studied seriously , and just finished one semester and decided to stopped than spending money that my parents worked so hard. My uncle offered, to send me to school provided I will take up BS Pharmacy. Raised in a poor family, I thought it was a great opportunity. So I grabbed it. Which is why I became a pharmacist instead of agriculturists..But I do loved my profession, and enjoy my job too. Well, am a person who enjoy what's on my hand. But in my heart, that passion working in the farm is still within me. Anyhow, I did enjoy with my gardens around me right now, which serves as my alarm clock, as i really had to got up early, to water them.i don't buy vegetable in the market or groceries no more as I want to make sure what am cooking is free from chemicals that could be harmful to health. So far I have many in my garden, cauliflower,brocolli,letucces, bokchoy, and a lot more. I even harvested some brought them to the market and exchange with some like, onions garlic. Bottom line my hobby, is of great helped, for me and my colleagues as well. Lemon grass, huhhh..I have numerous, this grass which is good to help lower the cholesterol when used as tea. Where ever I travelled I used collecting seeds.
My papaya from West Africa, is the sweetest papaya I ever taste.
Looking back from where I came from, I am grateful, that I was brought up in a family where I came from, that moulded me to became a person who I am now. And in my heart I still have that dream to live where I was. A farm house surrounded with beautiful gardens. Imagining it, I already felt..it would be a paradise.
Well, guys I was thinking the best title for this , but, just that, I could not think more than this.

when I met my future wife .when we were going out .I said to her if we get married. and thing don't work out .let be friends .but things could not have works out much bad .not only I was not wanted .but or 9yo .little girl as well .I don't get that .so me and or daughter had to go .but I made sure she send mother day cards to her mother .not for my ex wife .but for my daughter .because .my wife was on drugs .and she might not live long .and it's was for my daughter .and so please .don't use you children if you're marriage dose not work out .think of you children .you don't matter .if you have children .they come first .thank you Terence

They must be lying to me as many people I come in contact with think I'm (much) younger than my real age. Thinking back more than 40 to 50 years ago would I have envisioned I would look this way now?

I've been slowly getting around to a project of setting a scanner and computer for archiving old photos and saving them to a few hard drives as some of the oldest family photos date back to 1920ish with my grandfather and grandmother's portraits in sepia or black & white that was hand painted to appear like a color photograph.

People say I look like my dad and comparing myself to photos when he was in his 60's has me with more hair, but him having less grey. The only other significant difference is his nose was larger. Thanks mom!

I have been on this site for many years now on and off of course. I got very addicted when I first started joining the blogs back in 2009, made heaps of lovely cyber friends here and just loved. It was like another place for me to come to in my own little world and interact with everyone that I had never met in person but yet could have this laugh and interesting conversation going...What a cool world!!!

THen I left in 2012, and make a quick peek here every now then. Several times I just came in to say Hi to everybody and off again into my real world out there somewhere - God knows!!

And today, I am sitting here now, read through the blogs. So many have changed., The layout of this site itself has changed. Read through the blogs and came across the few that were here back then when I was still alive and active on the blogs.

Year 2017, - it is always nice to have a place where one could come to and just read and interact with others from all over the world and I will try and stick it out here again for a while....that is if I am welcome back lol...

Anyway, all the best in 2007,,,,

first let me say i hope all is in great health .. hope i will not be a stranger here after my long absence .

i have missed out on some juicy bits but i do hope i can catch up .

been away but i have never forgotten the circle of wonderful friends on here ..


a lot has happened since i was last on blogland .

but am keeping it real..

cheers everyone

Dad was already on his Alzheimer's journey when the virus hit. Siblings and I got Mom to the care center daily before the virus but we don't get to see Dad since the facilities got locked down.

Hospice has been called twice on Dad but he is a tough old bird and still with us, confused as he must be. Since we haven't been able to see him, he has fallen out of the bed half a dozen times. No telling how long he lay on the floor before being discoverd. A couple of falls ago he was taken to the hospital for hip replacement surgery. At the care center, a kind nurse would call Mom and let her talk to Dad, that doesn't happen from the hospital.

Dad is already confused and the going back and forth from care center to hospital has to confuse him more. Last week he fell again. The care facility is required to keep Mom notified. So the last fall sent him to the hospital again and we spent the day wondering if he broke the hip that just got replaced. He didn't, only fractured his head.

One would think that the care facility would put up rails on the side of the bed as to keep the patient from falling, however here in FL that is illegal for nursing homes to use rails because it restrains the patients? One would think common sense would over rule a law that is letting a patient repeatedly fall out of bed.

And gues what .... there is NOT a fricking thing we can do with the virus going on. Oh and Dad tested positive for Covid but no symptoms....so far so he has to quarentine but where, the hospital can't keep him and he can't go back to the care center testing positive.

HEY GUYS......I AM BACK
how you doing,its been a long time haa....hows you all my old friend.....specially Namaron????
hows you man????

Admittedly anecdotal, but we boys didn't tear up this week end, but sisters did. Yet, when youngest Sis delivered eulogy, not a tearless eye in the house. Mostly of laughter at Mum's funny nature. Is there a difference between the sexes over tearing up?