Yes is my answer
Yes is my answer
to You.
In all that I have to give, I give it freely away
to please a God who lives in me today
And, all I can help, I help them today
to please a God who says my help is on the way
Yes is my answer today, was yesterday and forever more.
Yes, is my answer Yes is my answer
to You, Jesus.
The best thing I like about his photo besides the color is the fact that the windows for Empanada has been removed.
My eldest sister, Ebony, traveled to New York for a little visit.
Pictured here is a meal she made for the family. Fish and Salad. Not a tossed salad but a fruit- and- vegetable- combination of salad.
Usually my family have a starch, meat and something green on our plate. This time we only had something green and fish.
The fish was extremely good. Because she heard so much about Gustiamo, she decided to try the Il Tratturello by Parco dei Buoi Extra Virgin Olive Oil with the fish and it came out perrrrrrrrfect! It’s so good. *sigh*
I can’t wait for Ebony to come back to visit!
This week my family had my favorite meal: Rice and beans and peas, chicken, and salad.
Only this time, the rice and beans were a little different.
I am used to black-eyed peas with my yellow rice but to try something new my dad opened up a package from Gustiamo. Usually he sits the beans in water for a while before cooking them (I think it speeds up the process); however, this time he forgot. He thought for some reason they would not take as long since they were mixed with the peas.
Nevertheless, he let them sit on the stove a little longer and they came out just fine. (It was just a long wait).
I googled Umbria and found out that this is a landlocked region…Why is that important?
Anyways, back to the beans. My dad mixed them with yellow seasonal rice and it was simple but enjoyable.
Looking at Gustiamo.com I am not sure if the kind that I ate are ZUPPA FANTASIA or ZUPPA MINESTRONE. I am not a bean expert like Alessandro and Rosalba Cappelletti but one thing I know, they are doing a good job.
Keep up the good wook!
The best photo spot at Mary Mitchell in the middle of the day during the summer.
I took this photo over the summer. She was waiting for her Mom to come and pick her up from the baby sitter.
She was so independent and serious. She carried her lunch bag like it was a purse.
I like this photo because of her demeanor, her outfit, and her surroundings.
I put together a few of my favorite printed clothing for the spring. I hope you enjoy them.
The Kate Spade skirt…I wish it was a little longer, nevertheless, I love the shape of the lines and her color choice. I also like the belt loops. It’s creative.
The Anthropologie dress is featured in their new catalog. It’s worth buying. Chic, flowing, vintage inspired and just can’t go out of style!
Even though I like the Lucca Couture jacket, I hate the photo. The jacket is not the center of attention and you can’t see the wonderful military detail because of the model’s pose.
The Gap and the Steven Alan shirts are somewhat similar in print. Both are polka dots. And that’s why I like both, I like polka dots.
Yes, life is fast in the New York but it’s a pace we all learn to live with.
Night Life is sometimes fun and daring. Full and youthful. New York is always a different place on the weekend.
All weekend until Monday morning it’s alive and depending on where you are at can be exuberant.
Authur and Irene grew up together. They lived next door to each other. They went to the same school, ate the same nasty school lunch, attend the same classes, avoided each other at gym and walked home with a different group of friends.
His friends were all older than he was and he thought he was ‘special’. He thought he was smarter than anyone his age and was the class clown. No one could “diss” him better than she could but she never paid him any attention. His clothes were always fresh. He always had the newest Air Jordans and a matching cap. By sixth grade, he was the talk of the neighborhood.
All the mothers wanted their children to stay away from him and very concerned mothers who always warned their daughters of boys, warned them of him.
Authur cared a lot what people thought of him even though he pretended not too. There were times when he tried to fit in social groups of children his age but he already had a bad reputation and children (his age) were already frighten of him. Everybody but Irene.
Irene was his next door neighbor. She wasn’t the teacher’s pet until the sixth grade. She had met God and decided to change her life around. She was a friend of Authur until the six grade and by the seventh grade they avoided eye contact. She prayed for him up until the time she moved away. Then she forgot about him.
He dropped out of high school. She went to college.
They forgot about one another, sometimes. One day their paths crossed.
Irene taught in a school on the other side of town where his sister lived with her family. His sister’s children were Irene’s students and one day, their grandmother came to pick them up.
Hi Irene! I’m Authur’s mom, don’t you remember me?
(In the back of her head, she thought, oh my, she have grown to be a wonderful looking lady. I wish my son was here.)
Yes! I do. How are you? How’s the family?
(In the back of her head, Irene thought, oh my, the last person I want to see is her good for nobody son! He was cute but had no brains. Well, I am in an relationship anyway. Thank God for my Freddy.)
Word got around to Authur, who was now a street cleaner, that Irene now taught his nieces and nephews.
Authur pretended not to care that Irene was now a teacher. He tried to convince himself that he was doing good.
At least I got a job where I can come and do as I please. All, I have to do is make sure the sidewalk is clean.
I wonder what she looks like.
Aww, she probably the same. Plain and boring. Oh, yeah, and she did become religious by the end of middle school. The last thing I want to deal with is God.
I still can’t stand her. I don’t know why my mom keeps telling me about her. She’s so…she probably thinks she is all of that. There are millions of teachers in the world anyway. Anybody can be a teacher. I didn’t become one becuase I don’t want to become one.
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