blogthings

saw this in jane’s blog and thought of trying it

You Are 27% Vain

Okay, so you’re slightly vain from time to time, but you’re not superficial at all. You are realistic. You know that looks matter. You just try to make them matter less.

and other quizzes too.  :P

You Are a Little Messy

You aren’t the cleanest person in the world, but you’re definitely not a slob. You clean up when you have the time, but you’re realistic about what you can get done. Generally, you’re pretty organized and tidy – though you may have a few hidden messes. You eventually get around to making things spotless, but you do it on your own schedule!

 

You’re a Pack Rat in Training

You know those crazy old people with a ton of video tapes and cats? Well, you’re training to be one. Time to do some spring cleaning. Even if it isn’t spring!

 

You Are Destined to Struggle With Your Weight

Like most people, you find it a little difficult to stay at at weight you’re comfortable with. If you change a few habits and make food less important, you may find the struggle hardly exists anymore.

at eto ang the best…

You Failed Your Driver’s Test

You only got 6/10 correct. If you have a driver’s license, it needs to be revoked!

hahaha!!!

anima christi

that’s my new lullaby to johann.  he first heard me singing it when we attended a mass in robinsons near sta lucia east mall.  nagulat ako at tahimik sya.  he was listening pala.  so one time i sang it again to him, after ko mag-sing sya naman. nakakatuwa, though mali yung lyrics nya tama naman yung tono.  

Anima Christi 

Soul of Christ
Sanctify me
Body of Christ save me
Water from the side of Christ
Wash me, Passion of Christ
Give me strength

Chorus:
Hear me Jesus
Hide me in thy wounds
That I may never leave thy side
From all the evil that surrounds me
Defend me and when the call of death arrives
Bid me come to thee
That I may praise thee
With thy saints forever

the garden guard

The Garden Guard
By Tom R. Kovach

Both my parents, Hungarian immigrants, were born with green thumbs.  Our family of ten depended on the food we grew in our huge vegetable garden.  My mother canned much of the produce for winter, and my father sold potatoes and cabbage to the local stores and high schools.  Our garden was the pride of the neighborhood.

But then, one summer when I was quite young, we had a problem.  Someone was stealing some of our vegetables.  My parents were dumbfounded.  “I don’t get it,” my father said.  “If someone wants vegetables from us, all they have to do is ask.  If they can’t afford to pay for them, they could just have them.”

Then one of the neighbors tipped us off that an old bachelor who lived a short distance from us was seen selling some vegetables in a nearby town.  It didn’t take long for my parents to put two and two together.  Benny did not have a garden.  So he was obviously getting his vegetables from someone else’s garden.

Now, Benny was not a bad old fellow.  My dad often hired him for haying and other odd jobs just to help him out.  Benny had no steady job and lived in a small cabin that looked rather bleak to me.  My parents figured he was taking our vegetables to earn a few extra dollars.  But stealing is stealing, and it just isn’t right.  My father decided to handle this situation his own way.

“I’m going to hire Benny,” he announced one day.