Hey guys its me! JADE!! I know it's probably been like 2 years since I posted on here since I had all those other sites in-between. Well now I have my own site-eroo! Or my own domain that is. It's linked to the title. Bella-Umbrella is my other pen-name on this here thing called the internet.
So yes, I've missed you! And I know it was cruel of me to leave you like I did! So I apologize and hope you will find it in your heart to visit my lonely little site (bella-umbrella.net) every now and again. And perhaps tell others of it?
Please then, come to my blog--you know you want to. We have pixels and scribbles and icons and interesting tidbits of life all for the low low price of totally free!
I look forward to seeing you--you'll be on my sitemeter! Love!
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Thankful
I belong to a group of bloggers at blogkadahan.com where we write about anything that strikes our fancy. This month, we are writing about what makes us thankful.
This week, it's my turn and I chose to thank the man I'm married to, month by month. I started out thinking of the grandiose acts to thank him for; but the more I thought about it, the more I realized it is really the small things that make me sweat. Read about my husband, and I why I'm truly thankful for him.
Friday, August 24, 2007
What were you thinking?
I was tagged by Teacher Julie a few weeks back to talk about what I was thinking when I met my husband.
I was not in a happy place when I met my husband. I was just coming out of an eight year relationship that ended badly and meeting someone else was the farthest thing on my mind. It was a weird time when I felt so low and unattractive but strangely light as if a huge burden has been lifted off me.
I talked to my husband first before I ever met him. He had called looking for my sister's fiance' who was, coincidentally, his half brother. Although the conversations was brief, he claims that even then he thought me attractive sounding. I don't even remember that conversation until years later when I was cleaning some papers and I had written down on a piece of paper, "Mike from North Carolina called for James".
It would be another year before we actually meet. He moved to Los Angeles and his brother brought him to our place for brunch. As my sister does not cook much, I did most of the cooking. They came and nothing... I don't remember thinking anything other than being cordial to a new face. I think he enjoyed my cooking. He was profuse in his compliments. But then, I found out later, that's just the way he is all the time. I thought he was nice enough, but did not even consider him as a "possibility". His brother is engaged to my sister, after all.
Months later, we started going out. First with groups of friends then exclusively. By the time we started dating seriously, it only took another month before we both decided we were meant to be together. We got married four months later.
Considering my record for long term relationships, this would be considered a whirlwind. I had always said though, when prodded what I was waiting for during my previously lengthy relationships, that I would know when the right person came along. And I did. I just had always a sense that this was the right time with the right person. I no longer had that nagging doubt in the back of my mind that kept me from saying the dreaded I Do. This time, I just knew. I knew even though I couldn't remember what I was thinking exactly when I met him.
My side of the story is hardly as colorful as his version, which I have written about before. I will republish that here next.
Now who to tag.......
This time around I will tag: Tanya who is still on the honeymoon stage and probably still sleepless in Seattle, Francesca who is keeping us sleepless with her butler tales in France, and Toni who is ever creative and always positive in the Philippines.
I was not in a happy place when I met my husband. I was just coming out of an eight year relationship that ended badly and meeting someone else was the farthest thing on my mind. It was a weird time when I felt so low and unattractive but strangely light as if a huge burden has been lifted off me.
I talked to my husband first before I ever met him. He had called looking for my sister's fiance' who was, coincidentally, his half brother. Although the conversations was brief, he claims that even then he thought me attractive sounding. I don't even remember that conversation until years later when I was cleaning some papers and I had written down on a piece of paper, "Mike from North Carolina called for James".
It would be another year before we actually meet. He moved to Los Angeles and his brother brought him to our place for brunch. As my sister does not cook much, I did most of the cooking. They came and nothing... I don't remember thinking anything other than being cordial to a new face. I think he enjoyed my cooking. He was profuse in his compliments. But then, I found out later, that's just the way he is all the time. I thought he was nice enough, but did not even consider him as a "possibility". His brother is engaged to my sister, after all.
Months later, we started going out. First with groups of friends then exclusively. By the time we started dating seriously, it only took another month before we both decided we were meant to be together. We got married four months later.
Considering my record for long term relationships, this would be considered a whirlwind. I had always said though, when prodded what I was waiting for during my previously lengthy relationships, that I would know when the right person came along. And I did. I just had always a sense that this was the right time with the right person. I no longer had that nagging doubt in the back of my mind that kept me from saying the dreaded I Do. This time, I just knew. I knew even though I couldn't remember what I was thinking exactly when I met him.
My side of the story is hardly as colorful as his version, which I have written about before. I will republish that here next.
Now who to tag.......
This time around I will tag: Tanya who is still on the honeymoon stage and probably still sleepless in Seattle, Francesca who is keeping us sleepless with her butler tales in France, and Toni who is ever creative and always positive in the Philippines.
Sunday, June 17, 2007
To all the boys I've loved before, now, and always
I've been lucky to have been blessed with two dads. It is a shame, that's true, that my parent's marriage didn't work. But if it had, I wouldn't have had the chance to meet my step-dad.
They are two very different men, my dad and step-dad, but with the same purpose. To be the best dad they knew how.
And that, at the end of the day, is all we could ask for. Because for a child, your worst at being a parent is already their best.
For all the fathers out there, to my two dads, and the resident dad at our house,
HAPPY FATHER'S DAY!
They are two very different men, my dad and step-dad, but with the same purpose. To be the best dad they knew how.
And that, at the end of the day, is all we could ask for. Because for a child, your worst at being a parent is already their best.
For all the fathers out there, to my two dads, and the resident dad at our house,
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Our Happy Feet
Back when I was younger
And my feet were much more tender
I couldn't stand to have them touched
I always had to keep them tucked
Then he came, he with the beautiful feet
He said come out in the sand and play
We played until the sand found the crevices between our toes
And the sun has painted them brown
Our feet have grown old together
They have walked miles beside each other
Walked behind each other
Chased each other at times kicked each other
But always they stood together
And when at the end of the day
They grew tired
They always find comfort in each other
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY, EVERYONE!
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