annFabulous' Life

TESTIMONY Jeremiah 32:17     Ah Lord God! behold, thou hast made the heaven and the earth by thy great power and stretched out arm, and there is nothing too hard for thee: W e went to the hospital this afternoon for my antenatal check-up and we’ve been going there every week now because I’m on my 36th weeks. I was the 4rth patient, thank God, because there was a lot of patient, I can’t bear sitting for longer periods now.   I was really hoping for good news from the doctor because a couple of weeks ago my ultrasound revealed that my placenta went down from 2.5 cm to 1.9 cm. The doctor said we can’t expect any progress at this stage. But I did not lose hope. I know and I believe that God will not leave me nor forsake me. I didn’t stop praying and believing that in this time of crisis, He will perform a miracle. So as my doctor is preparing the diagnostic ultrasound, she was telling me:    “I don’t think that there’s any progress at all especially ...

Dates Palm Tree is everywhere in the Middle East and most of it are bearing it's fruits during this time of the year. . This fruit is yummy, so sweet that it blends well with a tea, a natural sweetener. According to my Arab friends, dates is rich in iron so it's good for pregnant women. This fruit is so versatile that Arabs made some ways to make it more appealing to eat; when ripe, it is use as a filling in breads or cookies. It can also be eaten fresh from the tree, when dried it becomes juicy and crunchy, it is also preserved and sprinkled with some sesame seeds . (See More on Wikipedia if you wish to: (Phoenix dactylifera) ). I was lucky to find a not so tall Dates Palm Tree but with only 3 fruits left in its twig. And I found a heart shape at this angle. A different look at the side But I love most of all is the heart shape ..♥♥♥.. This photo was taken over the weekend during our outdoor fellowship with my Nikon D5000 using a Marumi DHG Anchromat Macro-200(+5)...

*Farmer will be my son's name in the web* T his should have been posted earlier but for some reasons I wasn't able to do so. Anyway, last week, Farmer had his haircut... and yes without crying,running and wrestling. Farmer's last haircut sessions was really not a good experience. The first time we went to a barber shop which was in SM City Taytay, he ran and cried, we were like Tom and Jerry chasing each other. I thought of an alternative by having a home service but it was still the same old story. I have to let him sit on my lap and wrap my arms around him and lock his arms. He is wrestling with me trying to escape so strong that he kicked the lady hair cutter. And that is the reason why he had a long hair for a long time. But last week was a different story. Hubby and I brought our kids in Dahran Mall because my sister-in-law told us that there is a good Kabayan (fellow Filipino) hair cutter in one of the Kids Salon there. We first let Farmer walk by himself and run any...

The theme for Kim Klassen's Texture Tuesday is about a movie title.We will be sharing photo that depicts the title of our chosen movie.  This is kinda hard for me since we don't have a movie house or a theatre here in the Middle East, and I tell you it's been a decade since I last went to a movie house . And the urge for me to watch movies just suddenly disappeared. I get bored easily :). But then my daughter have a lot of DVD cartoons and movies, watching is a life for a seven year old girl. With that I am able to glimpse on the movies she is watching. But when she find one movie that really entertained her, she will watch it over and over for a week that makes me wanna puke (lol). But there's one movie that she watched that I find interesting. This was "Bridge To Terabithia", a rousing fantasy adventure movie about family, friendship, and the wondrous power of imagination-check out the movie review in ROTTEN TOMATOES if you wish to. The Recipe For Thi...

Kim Klassen’s Texture Tuesday Challenge T his is my first time to join here and I’m so excited to share mine . Today's theme is :“It’s The Little Things”. I have here a photo of some flowers which I don’t know what their names are. I took a shot of them during my vacation in the Philippines while on our way to the mountainous Dinggalan, Aurora.     And I think I can call them “wildflowers” since I spotted them on the roadside.    SOOC So what are the little things? I know that  we don’t have the same perception about “what are the little things “ but to me I thought of the FLOWERS as the little things that make a difference during a funeral or even in a hospital visit when a loved-one is sick.  Flowers can also say “I Love You” or “I am sorry”,  “Congratulations”  and the likes.   They are  little things  that God created and yet makes a difference whenever you behold one. The recipe for this textured p...

O ne night while I was doing some stuff in my computer and my kids are watching "Praise Baby", my daughter started to show off by singing along with what she is watching  using her toy "echo" microphone. The song that was playing was "God is Love". I smiled back at her to acknowledged how I appreciate her singing and motivating her by nodding my head. Then she suddenly told me, " Mommy I want to see God” I looked at her and smiled but really didn't mind what she said as I glance back with what I am doing in my computer. Then she insist on it again saying in a tone of eagerness of wanting to see God. " Mommy I want to see God!, pleeeaaaasssee?" And since I wasn't giving too much attention on what she is telling me, she took my Iphone and said, " okay I will find God. In my peripheral I saw her typed the word "God" in you tube search box, and as she saw what come out from her search, she ...

Remembering Papa Today is my father’s birthday. He was actually born on the mountains because my grandparents had to hide from the Japanese because it was World War II at that time. SInce life was hard, he was fed thru a goat’s milk. I don’t know if it was a joke but according to him, that was the reason why he isn’t tall as some fathers are. I hardly remember celebrating this day with Papa. I guess this is really typical for an OFW child like me whose fathers have to go abroad just for the need to survive. I was only five years old when Papa decided to leave and work here in the Middle East. I don’t have that much fond memories celebrating this day when I was younger because Papa would only come for vacation once in every four years and that would not be on his birthday. But I would not forget to send him Birthday Cards and I think that was the most memorable thing that I can remember doing during that time. Where computers is not a fad yet and snail mails and not e-mails is the ...