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Time flies fast, the Money Year gave the place to the Rooster Year at last. People have family reunion,send good wishes to each other... but I have no one to visit and no one visits me this year, family life seems go away from me ...

I remember once my Dad said; a family means lots of people gethered around. I am no lucky have a big family... I am not afraid of living alone, just felt a little bit strange sometimes about myself ,my life... Now I try to pick up my old hobbies again as I have much more free time and moreover, my cat is staying with me, I appreciated he appeared in my life as he is not the illusory but the real one.

Here is some of his latest life photos.










I made this cross stitch special for our Rooster New Year .


Happy Rooster Year !

Yesterday we had a little family gathering at my sister’s place and it was well attended by the younger generation; mostly the offspring of some of my cousins, naturally a few times removed.

We were privileged to have no less than fourteen children present; four of them between the ages of two and four years old. My two nieces were also present and, as usually, their offspring spend a lot of time with their favorite uncle. Very soon the other ankle biters followed suit and before long I had my hands full. Not that I minded, I love children, especially at that age.

And now I have baby fever. I want a baby! But when I thought about it for a while, I realized that I have some reservations. I don’t think I want to go through all the rigmarole of putting up with a woman suffering from morning sickness, cravings and what ever else. She must deliver immediately. And the baby must be born a two-year old. With all the teeth that is needed for that age, able to talk (not too much though), able to walk (definitely not too far) and fully potty trained. Oh yes, and immune against the normal child diseases. And lastly, it must remain at that age; no further growing or aging. Think it can be done?

On second thoughts, maybe I should just buy one of those walking and talking dolls - no, not the kind that wet their knickers. But that won’t be the same - those big blue eyes are dead and unresponsive.

Or maybe I should try the adult version of those dolls and call her ‘Baby’. I hear the top models even make the appropriate noises at the right times.

Shit! How did I get here? I was talking about babies.

Have a great Monday. I don't know why some call them blue.

Long time i and Teddy havent been here. We miss u our friends. We are ok. And we have been in two years of mariage just some days ago, and ja dont worry he is still happy and in good state lol. We wish u guys a happy new year and of course more luckiness for friends still single to find out right mates.

Jenny & Teddy

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,,,,

My expection is simple May my dear best friend recover from her sickness soon. I am so sorry for her staying in hospital these days ...

For me May this winter is not too cold in my city ...

Happy each day in 2017!

i am single mom form Thailand
i am farmer
I hope to find a confident man who knows and understands what makes him tick after everything he has been through at this point in his life. One who has learned from it and wants to apply it to a new relationship. One who knows how to communicate and isn’t afraid to be open and honest. A sense of humor, sincerity, loyalty and being a romantic would definitely be a plus.

I want to wish all of my friends here a Very Merry Christmas!

May Peace be your gift at Christmas
and your blessing all year through!

She had been on the dating site for several months now, and had been planning to write a blog which unbeknownst to her would change things forever. There were several topics of interest to her, as she often liked to lounge around on the couch sensuously reading books. Sometimes the books would get covered in squished up strawberries much to the chagrin of the library staff but that's a story for another time.

Architecture in Sweden was a favourite subject of hers and so off she went, all this crap about surfeits and architraves or something. It really was of little interest, but she knew deep down that this was exactly the right bait to get the response she was after.

She couldn't eat or sleep properly, and kept checking the blog anxiously. Around three in the afternoon, it appeared. "I wouldnt worry too much about that, really". She paced up and down the hallway like a cage tiger, in complete disbelief. This was the best thing that had ever happened to her in her entire life, but she had to check it out more thoroughly. So she got her grandmothers spectacles and put them on, but they just made everything big and wobbly and gave her a headache.

In bed later that night, she had a fitfull sleep, worrying about if he had started worrying about something else. So she set her alarm for 5am, to get up early and see. Fortunately, there was a rather boring blog about some aristocracy in some far flung place where they make tyres probably, and to her sheer delight there it was for all to see "Yeah,nah, not really worried". There was a take home message but it seemed to go in one ear and out the other.

Well yesterday was my 11th anniversary of living in Mexico. WOW.

And you know what?

I forgot to celebrate.!.!.!

But maybe that's an OK thing, cause I was just too busy doing other stuff. Let me tell you about it......

My really great Mexican friend Jorge came out to the castle with his son Lester (what the heck kind of Mexican name is Lester anyway?) to work on a project for school. Well that's totally cool with me, so out to my wood shop we go.

Well Lester has his plan and his material that they bought in town and Jorge always has 3 ideas to make it better, that NEVER work out as re-planned. And I just can't keep my mouth shut, so I put in my 2 cent's worth along the way.

Upshot of it all;

Lester's the happiest teen you could imagine.

Jorge kept all of his fingers.

I kept my patience.

The project got made with 12 copies for classmates.

We filmed it all.

I wasn't lonely for 4 or 5 hours.

Lester says he's so lucky to have his crazy Canadian engineer/carpenter uncle.

And my poor old long suffering dog is mad at me because we ate dinner at 9 at night. Tough I say, school comes first.

Do you still have grandparents? Mine have all passed away many years ago. I miss them. They were great for giving advice, learning new things, visiting, having a conversation with and sharing secrets.

It was my grandmother on my father's side of the family who taught me to crochet at an early age. She also allowed me to play her electric organ even though I didn't know how.

My grandfather would take me to his garden just outside the kitchen door in the back yard and we would pick some tomatoes. Then we brought them inside and sprinkled salt on them and ate them just the way nature intended. They also had a mulberry tree in the front yard and those berries were better than the blackberries that you find growing wild or in the stores nowadays.

My grandparents knew how to square dance and would go on the weekends every chance they could. They wore country western outfits and I thought how different they looked dressed in those clothes compared to what they usually wore.

My grandmother was a beautician. She had a beauty shop built on the side of their house just off the bedroom. I loved to visit her while she worked. She would always introduce me to her customers and talk about what I had been doing, my grades, etc. I loved to spin around in those chairs and raise the lift up and down. There was always the smell of chemicals in the air, but I got used to it after awhile.

At Christmas time, I could always count on getting some rose scented lotion or hand cream, some perfume, and socks or other clothes from her. It seemed old-fashioned at the time, but I loved it because she gave it to me.

One of my favorite things to look at was her salt & pepper collection. She had two barrister bookcases with glass in the front, and she kept all of her shakers in those two cabinets in the living room. The salt & pepper shakers were teeny tiny ceramic things usually in the shape of animals or little people.

A fascinating thing about their house was a mural that had been painted on the wall from the bottom of the stairs extending all the way up to the top of the steps. I couldn't tell you what it looked like because it was so long ago and when you're a child, you don't pay attention to those things.

My grandparents lived long enough to celebrate their golden anniversary and a few years past that. They were my best friends and I loved them dearly. Their sage advice was comforting and helpful. The knowledge that they possessed is a treasure truly missed.