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thediaryofshaneanne:

1 Peter 3:3-4
Your beauty should come from within you - the beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit

thediaryofshaneanne:

1 Peter 3:3-4

Your beauty should come from within you - the beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit

Happy Father’s Day to my favorite dad. :)

Happy Father’s Day to my favorite dad. :)

Today, during Easter mass, our priest opened up his sermon with this…

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"There was a man who traveled to Israel with his wife.

During their trip, his wife dies.

He has two options.

He can pay five thousand dollars to have his wife shipped back home to be buried.

Or he could have her buried there in Israel for only a hundred fifty dollars.

He decided to pay the five thousand dollars.

Then everyone asked him, “Why not just have her buried here, it is the Holy land after all.”

He then told them, “I heard that people buried here raise from the dead…..” “

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LOL. My favorite part was when the couple behind us were all, “That is terrible!!!”

The rest of us fell off our seats… is that bad?

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Happy Easter.

They would..

They would..

Classic. LOL.

Classic. LOL.

ohmyasian:

1318. Green Tea Kit Kats. Coolest thing in the world. (Excuse our love for exotic kit-kats!)

GOSH I haven’t had one of these in a long time, I need to get more. My mouth is watering right now. DROOL. NOMNOMNOM!

ohmyasian:

1318. Green Tea Kit Kats. Coolest thing in the world. (Excuse our love for exotic kit-kats!)

GOSH I haven’t had one of these in a long time, I need to get more. My mouth is watering right now. DROOL. NOMNOMNOM!

Out my window all I see are branches of our oak tree being swooshed loudly by the the wind and it made me think of how..
The trees continue to dance in the wind, even when it is playing the most terrifying song..
How if they stand strong in their roots, they will continue to stand up tall..
When the wind and lightning push them down, they may give up and fall.
When they fall, they have the opportunity to rebuild their faults.
The tree must grow and work hard to achieve the full potential it still has stored deep down inside.
Although if the tree gives in, it will loose everything it has.
Why must we stop fighting when the wind slaps us in the face and knocks our coffee cup out of our hand and onto our new shirt?
Just like the trees, we will not face the howling wind forever, don’t  let your temporary situations bring you into destruction, it’s not  worth it.
Everyone will face their time in the wind, but it is about how you  rebuild yourself during and after the wind is what will change your life  forever.
Learn from the trees. They are there for a purpose.

Out my window all I see are branches of our oak tree being swooshed loudly by the the wind and it made me think of how..

The trees continue to dance in the wind, even when it is playing the most terrifying song..

How if they stand strong in their roots, they will continue to stand up tall..

When the wind and lightning push them down, they may give up and fall.

When they fall, they have the opportunity to rebuild their faults.

The tree must grow and work hard to achieve the full potential it still has stored deep down inside.

Although if the tree gives in, it will loose everything it has.

Why must we stop fighting when the wind slaps us in the face and knocks our coffee cup out of our hand and onto our new shirt?

Just like the trees, we will not face the howling wind forever, don’t let your temporary situations bring you into destruction, it’s not worth it.

Everyone will face their time in the wind, but it is about how you rebuild yourself during and after the wind is what will change your life forever.

Learn from the trees. They are there for a purpose.

Charlie is Justin Bieber. No he is not. He is the dog version of the boy version of the cutest version of Justin Bieber.
I never know if I’m doing this “tumblr” thing right. But I guess everyone is different and this is a free country… so I guess.. hmm ya.
Today is the first day of the first day of break! Oh my gosh I have been waiting to be done with this semester since the first day of this first semester. Instead of blabbing about random stuff, I want to blab about someone who deserves to be blabbed about.
This someone, is Charlie.
Charlie may look like a normal cute, adorable, Havanese smiling dog, but he is much more than that. This fluffball of a creature who is passed out on my lap like a burrito at this very moment, is a creature who causes me immense joy. So much joy that I can not even explain it in a proper tumblr post. I remember when he was so little he could fit in the palm of my hand and would just stare at me with his large brown button eyes. I love how he treats his squirrel toy as if it was his own child and cries when he can not be with it. It’s strange how he howls with the piano whenever I play a Bach piece. It’s funny how if I scratch him in the right spot, his leg starts twitching. I love how he gets jealous when my mom is talking to our goldfish and not him. I love how he plays with my hair. He gives the best hugs! I love how when he is sleeping on the floor and I cuddle up next to him, he always turns to lay on his back so I can pet his soft belly. I love how he instantly knows when I’m having a bad day and comforts me as if I am his only worry. When he looks at me I only see the look of love within his heart shaped face. I love how wimpy he looks while being given a bath in the kitchen sink and how after, he rubs his back against all the furniture in the house to become “macho” again. Besides, he always must look his best for his three girlfriends. Really, come on now. Right now, he is sound asleep at the moment and he looks so at peace with his life. I wish my dreams were that peaceful, but we can all wish right? Oh Charlie charlie. I love you so much. Continue being yourself and remember, no matter how much our cat bats you directly in the face (HOW RUDE) I’m sure she secretly loves you, don’t worry. You are a vital part of my life and I thank God for every day that you continue to bless me.
Alright. Well if you had to read all that… sorry? I wish Charlie could read, but he can not read, nor can he talk, but he sure tires. He can say I love you and that is about it, but what else would he need to say, that pretty much sums everything up. Kinda.
Goodbye.

Charlie is Justin Bieber. No he is not. He is the dog version of the boy version of the cutest version of Justin Bieber.

I never know if I’m doing this “tumblr” thing right. But I guess everyone is different and this is a free country… so I guess.. hmm ya.

Today is the first day of the first day of break! Oh my gosh I have been waiting to be done with this semester since the first day of this first semester. Instead of blabbing about random stuff, I want to blab about someone who deserves to be blabbed about.

This someone, is Charlie.

Charlie may look like a normal cute, adorable, Havanese smiling dog, but he is much more than that. This fluffball of a creature who is passed out on my lap like a burrito at this very moment, is a creature who causes me immense joy. So much joy that I can not even explain it in a proper tumblr post. I remember when he was so little he could fit in the palm of my hand and would just stare at me with his large brown button eyes. I love how he treats his squirrel toy as if it was his own child and cries when he can not be with it. It’s strange how he howls with the piano whenever I play a Bach piece. It’s funny how if I scratch him in the right spot, his leg starts twitching. I love how he gets jealous when my mom is talking to our goldfish and not him. I love how he plays with my hair. He gives the best hugs! I love how when he is sleeping on the floor and I cuddle up next to him, he always turns to lay on his back so I can pet his soft belly. I love how he instantly knows when I’m having a bad day and comforts me as if I am his only worry. When he looks at me I only see the look of love within his heart shaped face. I love how wimpy he looks while being given a bath in the kitchen sink and how after, he rubs his back against all the furniture in the house to become “macho” again. Besides, he always must look his best for his three girlfriends. Really, come on now. Right now, he is sound asleep at the moment and he looks so at peace with his life. I wish my dreams were that peaceful, but we can all wish right? Oh Charlie charlie. I love you so much. Continue being yourself and remember, no matter how much our cat bats you directly in the face (HOW RUDE) I’m sure she secretly loves you, don’t worry. You are a vital part of my life and I thank God for every day that you continue to bless me.

Alright. Well if you had to read all that… sorry? I wish Charlie could read, but he can not read, nor can he talk, but he sure tires. He can say I love you and that is about it, but what else would he need to say, that pretty much sums everything up. Kinda.

Goodbye.