I thought that I’d let you guys know that I’ve made a new page/tab that’s dedicated to one of my loves; Instrumental music. I’ve also had another page, 80’s Rock, there for a while and I don’t know if you’ve noticed it …
Um, it seems like my Copyright page just took a piggyback ride on my About page and I’ve been trying to fix that but to no avail. I made an attempt to make those ‘drop down’ menu thingies, like I want to make a music tab/page so that when you scroll over it 80’s Rock and Instrumental Music drops down … that didn’t go well, too.
Maybe it has something to do with my theme (Spectrum), I don’t know but if anyone of you sweeties can help I’d really appreciate it 🙂
Thanks for hoppin’ by,
Ugh! I need to get out more, I only get to take photos of the same places over and over again, there might be the little things I can zoom in on but I’d like to travel some more (sighs) There will be time for that later I suppose. Oh well here are a few pics for today.
Now, the sky scape is ever changing and I just love love love it! Here’s how the Guyanese sky looks where I am.
There’s more. It looks like a heavy pewter quilt above my head. My rain dance must have worked! Just kidding, it never works, it’s rainy season right now.
Monday came just too soon 😦 Oh well, Happy Sunday you dudes and dudettes out there! 😀
A few hours ago I was in the supermarket and I saw a couple of the staff running out of the building. I asked what was wrong and Andy told me that there has been an accident right in front, the music was a bit loud here I was that’s why I didn’t hear the crash, and folks, that was all I needed to hear before I made a run for it myself.
The first thing I saw was a small crowd gathering before the scene. A young girl in a green tunic dress, around 11 or so, stood about a foot from me, looking feint I didn’t know if I was the sight before her that shook her up, but it wasn’t until a man ran to her and picked her up then I realized she was a victim. Someone told me she was in one of the cars in the unfortunate event.
All I could say is that it was terrible. Walking up a few steps closer I inhaled the harsh smelling smoke coming off from the vehicles. I just stood and stared like the others there, I’ve never been at the sight of a car crash before it seemed unreal for a moment, then one of the drivers involved started to swear at the other. Continue reading
This was my little sister, holding a bright red flower. She’s a bright bulb and those little hands of hers will help her to reach her full potential some day. (I’ve posted this same photo some time ago)
This this past week’s challenge is Hands. Well, what would we have done without out ’em? Not much. They have potential to do so much. Can you remember the first time you’ve written your first word? You probably couldn’t, but I’ve seen the joy in my little brother’s chubby face when he first wrote his name. Hands are there to pass the popcorn or the chap stick. They’re there to lend a friend in need, to give a hanky and some hugs. Without hands we wouldn’t have all those cool secret handshakes. Hands help us to grab the handrail to save our crazy necks (mine for that matter) when we run down the stairs full speed.
Yep, they feed us when we feel that, as Pooh Bear says: a rumbly in your tummbly! That was de-licious! What’s that? No, I’m not tempting anyone on purpose! Why, I’d never … okay, okay … I might have, ha ha! 😀
Our hands are pretty important to us ( for many more reasons than the ones I wrote about) so take care of them regularly and treat yourself to a manicure once in a while. Give two thumbs up for hands, he he! 😛
Image via soulblues.wordpress.com
The tagging fever has cooled down a good notch and once again I’ve been tagged but this time by Phoenix (who tagged me a long time ago, sorry Kate) She’s got some very interesting questions that made me sit and really think. I’ve found that I enjoy being tagged and tagging, answering the multitude of questions and asking them them as well, but my only peeve is the number of people I’d have to tag in return. It’s not I don’t want to, lordy no, but I will be very honest and say it’s just that it’s a hassle to notify so many people, so I bent the rules a little.
The rules are:
1. You must post the rules.
2. Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post and then create eleven new questions to ask the people you’ve tagged.
3. Tag how many people you want to.
4. Let them know you’ve tagged them! Continue reading
The day had begun like any other day in ‘The City that never sleeps’, the sunlight was streaming through the flower patterned curtains and I could hear the noise of the bustling traffic five stories below. I stretched and stifled a yawn and got out of bed. Walking to the window the cool morning breeze gently brushed across my face, certainly not the good dose of country air from what used to home, but it was something one gets used to … if you tried.
I got dressed and made breakfast. I made my way to the kitchen sink to wash up when I glimpsed something yellow from the cluster of magnets on the fridge door. After a closer look, I saw that it was a note from
mom saying that I’d have to drop Uncle Fred’s medication at his work place while I was shopping.
I was locking the door of our apartment, the rusty hinges playing their usual tune, when the loud hip-hop music from across the hall hit me, and do doubt the ruckus within could be heard through the paper-thin walls of the neighboring apartments, the Nell’s could never shut up, fighting or not. They were one of those families that didn’t have peaceful in their vocabulary and we have to put up with the result of that sad fact, as if the leaking sink from the room about ours wasn’t bad enough. I ran down the steps at full speed, reveling in the trill but as as soon as I stepped on the congested sidewalk I saw Mrs. Riggs, and I halted, walking those terrible poodles of hers whom I preferred to avoid, the nasty little half-naked creatures.
I was pocketing my change as I came out of the pharmacy when the World Trade Center came into view. It was here, the two huge twin towers, where my uncle worked as a security guard.
He was a strapping, good natured man who was once in the U.S Navy. I saw his battle scarred face smiling back at me as I walked to the entrance. Continue reading