tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87391970275008199612024-03-26T22:44:14.698-07:00Picture Of The DayPicture Of The Day Daily photos, including photos of animals, people, culture, adventure, science, travel, underwater, exploration, and moreUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1702125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739197027500819961.post-75034048620094170632024-03-23T04:38:00.000-07:002024-03-23T04:38:05.071-07:00YOU CAN'T CHANGE THE PEOPLE AROUND YOUYOU CAN'T CHANGE THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU, BUT YOU CAN CHANGE THE PEOPLE AROUND YOU.
UNKNOWN<div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiqlsOfC83G8XbH4DChytSRBGVuhbhU3PIPOMOJhtbLU1nz9HAxy4lEITKHTBUr62qweAREdryzAuca8ouX3ryH_noCkShpMLJ72lTExsEE8lU7D_pTP9VyvzFYoGajcU6Koss_iTIkF2i88C_X6C3apOpAicmTUHB1TnfzBQvLayP7eIxV2Bs7RzswFQ/s800/YOU%20CAN'T%20CHANGE%20THE%20PEOPLE%20AROUND%20YOU,%20BUT%20YOU%20CAN%20CHANGE%20T.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="800" data-original-width="640" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiqlsOfC83G8XbH4DChytSRBGVuhbhU3PIPOMOJhtbLU1nz9HAxy4lEITKHTBUr62qweAREdryzAuca8ouX3ryH_noCkShpMLJ72lTExsEE8lU7D_pTP9VyvzFYoGajcU6Koss_iTIkF2i88C_X6C3apOpAicmTUHB1TnfzBQvLayP7eIxV2Bs7RzswFQ/w512-h640/YOU%20CAN'T%20CHANGE%20THE%20PEOPLE%20AROUND%20YOU,%20BUT%20YOU%20CAN%20CHANGE%20T.jpg" width="512" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Embracing Change: The Power of Shaping Your Circle</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">In life, we often find ourselves in the company of various individuals, each with their own unique qualities, perspectives, and behaviors. While some may lift us up and inspire us to reach new heights, others may bring negativity or hold us back. In the midst of these dynamics, it's essential to recognize that while we can't control the people around us, we hold the power to shape our circle and influence who we surround ourselves with.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">The quote "You can't change the people around you, but you can change the people around you" encapsulates a profound truth about personal growth and transformation. It reminds us that while we may not have the ability to alter the inherent nature of others, we do possess the agency to curate our social environment and choose the individuals we allow into our lives.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">One of the most significant aspects of this quote is its emphasis on personal responsibility. It encourages us to take ownership of our surroundings and acknowledge that we have the power to cultivate a supportive and uplifting community. By being intentional about the company we keep, we can create an environment that nurtures our growth, fosters positivity, and aligns with our values and aspirations.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Changing the people around us doesn't necessarily mean cutting ties with everyone who doesn't align perfectly with our vision. Instead, it involves setting boundaries, prioritizing relationships that bring out the best in us, and fostering connections that contribute to our overall well-being. It may also entail seeking out new friendships or mentors who inspire and challenge us to become the best versions of ourselves.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Moreover, this quote underscores the importance of self-awareness and discernment. It encourages us to evaluate the impact of our relationships on our mindset, emotions, and overall life satisfaction. By reflecting on the dynamics of our social circle, we can identify toxic influences that may be hindering our growth and take proactive steps to distance ourselves from negativity.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">At the same time, it's essential to recognize that change isn't always easy or instantaneous. Transforming our social environment requires courage, patience, and a willingness to embrace discomfort. It may involve difficult conversations, letting go of familiar but detrimental connections, and stepping outside of our comfort zone to forge new relationships.</span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">In essence, the quote "You can't change the people around you, but you can change the people around you" serves as a powerful reminder of our capacity to shape our own reality. It empowers us to be intentional about the individuals we invite into our lives and encourages us to surround ourselves with those who uplift, support, and inspire us on our journey of personal growth and fulfillment. By embracing this mindset, we can create a community that fuels our aspirations and enables us to thrive in every aspect of our lives.</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739197027500819961.post-73401419823107265212024-03-23T04:32:00.000-07:002024-03-23T04:32:41.094-07:00Glad my ex found someone to be happy with<p> Glad my ex found someone to be happy with</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYGTzwcuGGLu48eHMiep3NI8fj2EKt30clBUn6wKQ3F3UD31vpTAkMn49hgmDuR3e4xL1Prtb4OHWZYUSzsJ8-AIGPH5TYEQpt3V9XUgIprgCjWqpO9tWx_GXlApyi9ps1CnFPo89pB2m3xvgZSUZSP_-e46nNTjlzjQJ6F1mI5FdXG0dJuNfpGL7Zz-Y/s676/Glad%20my%20ex%20found%20someone%20to%20be%20happy%20with.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="640" data-original-width="676" height="606" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYGTzwcuGGLu48eHMiep3NI8fj2EKt30clBUn6wKQ3F3UD31vpTAkMn49hgmDuR3e4xL1Prtb4OHWZYUSzsJ8-AIGPH5TYEQpt3V9XUgIprgCjWqpO9tWx_GXlApyi9ps1CnFPo89pB2m3xvgZSUZSP_-e46nNTjlzjQJ6F1mI5FdXG0dJuNfpGL7Zz-Y/w640-h606/Glad%20my%20ex%20found%20someone%20to%20be%20happy%20with.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739197027500819961.post-24878320381679565452024-03-21T05:58:00.000-07:002024-03-21T05:58:44.046-07:00When Grandma hears that you've run out of toilet paper<p>When Grandma hears that you've run out of toilet paper</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghEVD9VxfyZ426FOcTcm6QTNH5htrqOvX2pGSpPzc3PmQUBaYIrH9RXWPwA0zS8xOj2OWvc_gUVjSm5xfLlT0g9hQ5U_dD11r_YUG_CQiL1jhO5_3e69MTo1BCBr7N8PMA84Feqqkj4VNcMN5rlJykr5wdDtUJIQQQ9YuqIL5mlUyWVGxGm15x3p6Pby4/s809/When%20Grandma%20hears%20that%20you've%20run%20out%20of%20toilet%20paper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="809" data-original-width="582" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghEVD9VxfyZ426FOcTcm6QTNH5htrqOvX2pGSpPzc3PmQUBaYIrH9RXWPwA0zS8xOj2OWvc_gUVjSm5xfLlT0g9hQ5U_dD11r_YUG_CQiL1jhO5_3e69MTo1BCBr7N8PMA84Feqqkj4VNcMN5rlJykr5wdDtUJIQQQ9YuqIL5mlUyWVGxGm15x3p6Pby4/w460-h640/When%20Grandma%20hears%20that%20you've%20run%20out%20of%20toilet%20paper.jpg" width="460" /></a></div><p>Imagine Grandma swooping in with a roll of crcOhet tissue when you're in need - talk about a creative solution to the toilet paper crisis! It's like she's saying, "Who needs store-bought when you have my handmade crochet magic?" Grandma's always got your back, even in the most unexpected ways!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739197027500819961.post-37808952805557506772024-03-21T05:49:00.000-07:002024-03-21T05:49:22.525-07:00when I grow up I will be an amazing and cool person"when I grow up I will be an amazing and cool person" <div><br /></div><div> me at 30 years old:
</div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC-TNzpRvC-597BDIdwaViPQgNRHyoJGm54LxagoBufRMMXPVty_1aAmeKokJ5vGQpi1TeD1h3sNSg0PdArXnMPBk0_oShA7fD_p3gubCj8wxnrLIIhB8ZvByf94zWW705YAOiYi6t7kg09HBUAN2AWFo1kQgdyv6KJ89xmtJg3QtN8QdkXAOus5CK-1k/s677/when%20I%20grow%20up%20I%20will%20be%20an%20amazing%20and%20cool%20person.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="677" data-original-width="546" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC-TNzpRvC-597BDIdwaViPQgNRHyoJGm54LxagoBufRMMXPVty_1aAmeKokJ5vGQpi1TeD1h3sNSg0PdArXnMPBk0_oShA7fD_p3gubCj8wxnrLIIhB8ZvByf94zWW705YAOiYi6t7kg09HBUAN2AWFo1kQgdyv6KJ89xmtJg3QtN8QdkXAOus5CK-1k/w516-h640/when%20I%20grow%20up%20I%20will%20be%20an%20amazing%20and%20cool%20person.jpg" width="516" /></a></div><br /><div><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739197027500819961.post-25906331948386053552024-03-19T12:50:00.000-07:002024-03-19T12:50:36.526-07:00Ninja Exit<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q6bu2kYYoMw/TmFBzD87YoI/AAAAAAAAKwE/KFims9tP6OA/s400/Ninja%2BExit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="269" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q6bu2kYYoMw/TmFBzD87YoI/AAAAAAAAKwE/KFims9tP6OA/w430-h640/Ninja%2BExit.jpg" width="430" /></a></div><p><br /></p><span style="font-size: large;">A higher emergency exit door, reachable only by the stealthiest of ninjas. It's like a secret level in a ninja video game, where only the most agile and skilled can make their escape. Regular folks might need a ladder or a trampoline, but not the ninja squad – they'll be flipping and somersaulting their way out in style. Imagine the confusion on everyone's faces as they watch ninjas gracefully ascend to safety while the rest of us are left scratching our heads. Who knew emergency exits could be so exclusive? If you ever see a door that's just a tad too high, you'll know it's reserved for the ninja elite. So, next time you spot a mysterious high door, just remember: it's ninja territory, and only the stealthiest will prevail!" Ninja skills to the rescue!</span><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739197027500819961.post-55346925974172166392024-03-19T12:43:00.001-07:002024-03-19T12:54:35.970-07:00Washroom Lineup<p> Washroom Lineup</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PHtCv2c16yg/TmED0cZSaPI/AAAAAAAAKus/4rUmlyLQK6A/s400/Washroom%2BLineup.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="335" height="640" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PHtCv2c16yg/TmED0cZSaPI/AAAAAAAAKus/4rUmlyLQK6A/w536-h640/Washroom%2BLineup.jpg" width="536" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-size: large;">Imagine a washroom lineup for dogs behind a tree – now that's a sight to behold! It's like a canine version of waiting in line at a fancy restaurant, complete with wagging tails and impatient barks. You can almost picture the little pups tapping their paws, trying to hold it in while waiting for their turn. And let's not forget the tree – the ultimate makeshift restroom divider for our furry friends. It's like a secret doggy meeting spot where they discuss the latest squirrel sightings while patiently queuing up for their bathroom break. Who knew nature could provide such a convenient waiting area? So next time you see a lineup of dogs behind a tree, just remember: even our four-legged pals need a little privacy sometimes. It's a dog-eat-dog world out there, especially when it comes to bathroom etiquette!</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Doggy bathroom dilemmas behind the scenes!</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739197027500819961.post-23378179589304200922024-03-19T12:43:00.000-07:002024-03-19T12:57:48.341-07:00Creepy Hair Part<p> Creepy Hair Part</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vTHQaxX-B3Y/TmFD5Rq9rVI/AAAAAAAAKwM/XYxqV_BC36o/s400/Creepy%2BHair%2BPart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="273" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vTHQaxX-B3Y/TmFD5Rq9rVI/AAAAAAAAKwM/XYxqV_BC36o/s16000/Creepy%2BHair%2BPart.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739197027500819961.post-78415909260174447882024-03-19T12:42:00.000-07:002024-03-19T13:01:26.606-07:00Hugs<p> Hugs</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTwyLZTis68/TmAYgeFHH1I/AAAAAAAAKtk/BIH6xVA1J1A/s400/Hugs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="235" data-original-width="400" height="376" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pTwyLZTis68/TmAYgeFHH1I/AAAAAAAAKtk/BIH6xVA1J1A/w640-h376/Hugs.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739197027500819961.post-74470055019512025672024-03-19T12:40:00.000-07:002024-03-19T13:03:39.610-07:00Who Needs A Canvas?<div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">Who Needs A Canvas?</div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WLZ-h8z4CCA/Tl6tMJWQG3I/AAAAAAAAKrk/-_RstZb4QsQ/s400/Who%2BNeeds%2BA%2BCanvas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="258" data-original-width="400" height="412" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WLZ-h8z4CCA/Tl6tMJWQG3I/AAAAAAAAKrk/-_RstZb4QsQ/w640-h412/Who%2BNeeds%2BA%2BCanvas.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739197027500819961.post-44986994730043916512024-03-19T12:39:00.000-07:002024-03-19T13:04:59.252-07:00Hot Girlfriend<div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">Hot Girlfriend</div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-akk9wTDe71k/Tl2XX12dP8I/AAAAAAAAKpU/kpRIEbJesnc/s400/Hot%2BGirlfriend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="258" data-original-width="400" height="412" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-akk9wTDe71k/Tl2XX12dP8I/AAAAAAAAKpU/kpRIEbJesnc/w640-h412/Hot%2BGirlfriend.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739197027500819961.post-80557713281257739832024-03-19T12:37:00.001-07:002024-03-19T13:09:00.423-07:00Orange Kitty<div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">Orange Kitty</div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yiy9AShBhpc/Tl_3BU0zSII/AAAAAAAAKs0/tBZaN-qFDDU/s400/Orange%2BKitty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="317" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yiy9AShBhpc/Tl_3BU0zSII/AAAAAAAAKs0/tBZaN-qFDDU/w508-h640/Orange%2BKitty.jpg" width="508" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739197027500819961.post-3403040968561685502024-03-19T12:37:00.000-07:002024-03-19T13:23:02.720-07:00Mario And Luigi <div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">Mario And Luigi IRL</div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rbbwdFXPkAY/TmAHzzS7_7I/AAAAAAAAKtM/ELHzbDbGhhY/s400/Mario%2BAnd%2BLuigi%2BIRL.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="400" height="480" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rbbwdFXPkAY/TmAHzzS7_7I/AAAAAAAAKtM/ELHzbDbGhhY/w640-h480/Mario%2BAnd%2BLuigi%2BIRL.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div>Ever stumbled upon two real-life people who look just like Mario and Luigi? It's like stumbling into the Mushroom Kingdom in the middle of your neighborhood! Picture this: Mario with his signature mustache and red cap, and Luigi with his green hat and overalls, ready to tackle any plumbing or go-karting adventures that come their way. You can almost hear the sound of coins jingling as they walk by, ready to jump on some Goombas or race through rainbow roads. It's like a real-life game of Super Mario Bros, with these doppelgangers bringing the pixelated duo to life. Who knew the Mushroom Kingdom had a secret entrance in our world? So next time you see a pair that could pass for Mario and Luigi, just remember: it's-a me, in real life!" Bringing the video game legends to the streets!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739197027500819961.post-34533039359826771502024-03-19T12:34:00.000-07:002024-03-19T13:24:45.930-07:00Live Mask<div style="text-align: center;">Live Mask</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qBdUZngaERo/TmEMv9Kv1gI/AAAAAAAAKvU/umiOwTAg_GQ/s400/Live%2BMask.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="304" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qBdUZngaERo/TmEMv9Kv1gI/AAAAAAAAKvU/umiOwTAg_GQ/w486-h640/Live%2BMask.jpg" width="486" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739197027500819961.post-62949965009939243752024-03-19T10:32:00.000-07:002024-03-19T13:26:09.179-07:00New Hybrid Truck<div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">New Hybrid Truck</div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F3w71R2JnNI/TmElcCjgN3I/AAAAAAAAKvk/gEqq5oeMjzM/s500/New%2BHybrid%2BTruck.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="365" data-original-width="500" height="468" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F3w71R2JnNI/TmElcCjgN3I/AAAAAAAAKvk/gEqq5oeMjzM/w640-h468/New%2BHybrid%2BTruck.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739197027500819961.post-90377154683188237442024-03-19T10:31:00.000-07:002024-03-19T13:27:24.796-07:00Safety First<div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;">Safety First</div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dUob8DQVZ-0/TmFBh3ps2ZI/AAAAAAAAKv8/i319kez59CE/s374/Safety%2BFirst.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="335" data-original-width="374" height="574" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dUob8DQVZ-0/TmFBh3ps2ZI/AAAAAAAAKv8/i319kez59CE/w640-h574/Safety%2BFirst.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739197027500819961.post-86734913571864401742024-03-19T10:30:00.000-07:002024-03-19T10:30:13.071-07:00People on social media that don't post anything<p><span style="font-size: large;">People on social media that don't post anything</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Ever scrolled through your social media feed and wondered about those elusive friends who never post anything? It's like they're the social media ninjas, silently observing without leaving a trace. Are they undercover agents of the online world, gathering intel without revealing their own stories? Or maybe they're just the ultimate spectators, content to watch the drama unfold without getting caught up in it themselves. It's like a digital game of hide-and-seek, except they're really good at hiding. But hey, maybe they're onto something – less posting, more mystery! So next time you see that blank profile, just imagine them as the silent heroes of social media, quietly enjoying the show from the shadows.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Embrace the enigma of the silent posters!</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsQzr1E0Dg78IpcRYQ9Zj2eZvCyeMBJlV8RYEgdheUrqHvFxnrpgCkYtzsu_myPimhNfdMOF_2lxOX0QdAZeagJQqnkMatI6qQNwOLoPCZfmQNfxQqxw4Dojy8nhxA9as3q8w9xRAYo-qT0QQxUk0nzpmdIXyYxD_us2l1VMOJ5Xr0H2zSQYnnN7lMI4k/s810/People%20on%20social%20media%20that%20don't%20post%20anything.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="788" data-original-width="810" height="622" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsQzr1E0Dg78IpcRYQ9Zj2eZvCyeMBJlV8RYEgdheUrqHvFxnrpgCkYtzsu_myPimhNfdMOF_2lxOX0QdAZeagJQqnkMatI6qQNwOLoPCZfmQNfxQqxw4Dojy8nhxA9as3q8w9xRAYo-qT0QQxUk0nzpmdIXyYxD_us2l1VMOJ5Xr0H2zSQYnnN7lMI4k/w640-h622/People%20on%20social%20media%20that%20don't%20post%20anything.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739197027500819961.post-22339533370610176912024-03-19T05:41:00.000-07:002024-03-19T05:41:34.025-07:00How I sleep knowing I missed out on a party<p>How I sleep knowing I missed out on a party</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgl3E44BWccs7I5RZscIbagGe01hcYvkRDbRs5Y1eaC9Z_kZ3cD0Ef_CN-DSVBFyPG1tz8vcb1nTxWfMcoxNNpbMs-V9o_ISpQ9NVuG-EPFAI1e8YnGhmrvQYlYXnc9HvLr2YsUZ3oloHSt2r-LIJk06FaoDJ2K0EIPkLUx0pxMfZiXprX3mXF8edpHbs/s1000/How%20I%20sleep%20knowing%20I%20missed%20out%20on%20a%20party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1000" data-original-width="1000" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgl3E44BWccs7I5RZscIbagGe01hcYvkRDbRs5Y1eaC9Z_kZ3cD0Ef_CN-DSVBFyPG1tz8vcb1nTxWfMcoxNNpbMs-V9o_ISpQ9NVuG-EPFAI1e8YnGhmrvQYlYXnc9HvLr2YsUZ3oloHSt2r-LIJk06FaoDJ2K0EIPkLUx0pxMfZiXprX3mXF8edpHbs/w640-h640/How%20I%20sleep%20knowing%20I%20missed%20out%20on%20a%20party.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><p><span style="font-size: large;">So there I was, tucked in bed, cozy and warm, dreaming sweet dreams, all the while missing out on the party of the year. As I snuggled deeper into my blanket, I couldn't help but wonder if my pillow was secretly judging me for choosing sleep over socializing. Who needs a party when you have the comfort of your own bed, right? I slept like a log, and my dreams probably had better music than the party anyway. So, while everyone else was out partying, I was having a wild time in Dreamland, where the dance moves are epic and the snacks are endless. Who needs FOMO when you've got the best party right in your own dreams?" Hope this brings a smile to your face!</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739197027500819961.post-42673217821133152322024-03-19T04:47:00.000-07:002024-03-19T04:47:16.241-07:00Photography session by Anna Melnikova<p> Photography session by Anna Melnikova</p><br /><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDXmfI6GlH0odViI1AFCsbohW1lLHtxKbrNdqCBsGJivZmJwnbCktNmnNHykxXdjbodvx_aQkuMGr42w_LbuJp-7FvN3W3qEsu-5UCxYMbfdGfHtHwt7_NwG85K6jsjHi3vaXwP2ZpcNuEhLumqG0KK9QOHyP4-82w0QJLYybHE6W6EUFJxiy0a0L5dQ/s2560/Kcyhxl_jRyk.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1761" data-original-width="2560" height="440" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDXmfI6GlH0odViI1AFCsbohW1lLHtxKbrNdqCBsGJivZmJwnbCktNmnNHykxXdjbodvx_aQkuMGr42w_LbuJp-7FvN3W3qEsu-5UCxYMbfdGfHtHwt7_NwG85K6jsjHi3vaXwP2ZpcNuEhLumqG0KK9QOHyP4-82w0QJLYybHE6W6EUFJxiy0a0L5dQ/w640-h440/Kcyhxl_jRyk.jpg" width="640" /></a></td></tr><tr></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSo1KHiXbIhK5vFIBISe2nNmNMityjtpnMBfoeVFZPPv8t5jdgncoiP78bCmytys5ja_Ng_2cbh_tovGqQkKNU7o_rBo3pGyFlDiK6dDCnwyOvZP-LGuEfbIgnQ19et4R-e6aNc_mQYWpxZdDDKieksfgTvBlOD_0X1IG7gh4SCI_3OS6ca8ez4FIcf5I/s2160/leKjy42KDOI.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="1339" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSo1KHiXbIhK5vFIBISe2nNmNMityjtpnMBfoeVFZPPv8t5jdgncoiP78bCmytys5ja_Ng_2cbh_tovGqQkKNU7o_rBo3pGyFlDiK6dDCnwyOvZP-LGuEfbIgnQ19et4R-e6aNc_mQYWpxZdDDKieksfgTvBlOD_0X1IG7gh4SCI_3OS6ca8ez4FIcf5I/w396-h640/leKjy42KDOI.jpg" width="396" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyboMKNv_qo3H4l_BXvzj5pgSfuFfWB3GvnDAaMdp_vjs3E0XvWUpY6eXnUO9dC6i6AZIu990UMx8oRSBps4NkVPThlNra3OFTmR3uumCMXYPf0MnYP039hAnL7iEE6eyY0XVHOGR7Rc5qCQX1YHtYIIexETFDhx2uzQOcoZhdXSwtuyZY3IhT96oo25A/s2160/MqMfI4z69ek.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2160" data-original-width="1440" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyboMKNv_qo3H4l_BXvzj5pgSfuFfWB3GvnDAaMdp_vjs3E0XvWUpY6eXnUO9dC6i6AZIu990UMx8oRSBps4NkVPThlNra3OFTmR3uumCMXYPf0MnYP039hAnL7iEE6eyY0XVHOGR7Rc5qCQX1YHtYIIexETFDhx2uzQOcoZhdXSwtuyZY3IhT96oo25A/w426-h640/MqMfI4z69ek.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR7klWTO1KUmCngB35jdrvCqLpWTVxsk2l4PNeAbLlMGIJeZ7weOV4MYg00YdjVOKayqRK4Wal2bhOVMCkdj3_hwSoKLc5uDvK-Jtl_A_QqPgV4427lctzC3l6bqcFFOxMitKyVqIdXj3F_pQaEEz_fXpnPzet6378wBpHsrXb7FkE54IdUSc_lrV2cwE/s2560/y6woVgn17_k.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1706" data-original-width="2560" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR7klWTO1KUmCngB35jdrvCqLpWTVxsk2l4PNeAbLlMGIJeZ7weOV4MYg00YdjVOKayqRK4Wal2bhOVMCkdj3_hwSoKLc5uDvK-Jtl_A_QqPgV4427lctzC3l6bqcFFOxMitKyVqIdXj3F_pQaEEz_fXpnPzet6378wBpHsrXb7FkE54IdUSc_lrV2cwE/w400-h266/y6woVgn17_k.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><p>A woman with blonde hair wearing a gray coat and gloves stands beside a brown horse with a white spot on its face. The two appear to be in a snowy forest setting, with a pile of cut branches in the background. Both the woman and the horse are facing the camera.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739197027500819961.post-39516016392526393132024-03-18T14:24:00.000-07:002024-03-18T14:24:20.989-07:00When the waiter comes out with food but it's not yours<p>When the waiter comes out with food but it's not yours</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5-RBtMq3tcNUgb5eJEUOmODR2QM00coFj0uERKEBjsC2tJucJzs7aSThzevtXCpn-8itYk5a8N3DEzcxvrhldzg2YcBvnm8zqdJdEwyJNCbupTIEpH4piu8P8Q54WaKmYo4ErlQEdqs3g9CS0YG2Ti8QqL1Y2PTvSXbN9uzt0ZCooy3UARWoQVzZxBR4/s960/When%20the%20waiter%20comes%20out%20with%20food%20but%20it's%20not%20yours.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="726" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5-RBtMq3tcNUgb5eJEUOmODR2QM00coFj0uERKEBjsC2tJucJzs7aSThzevtXCpn-8itYk5a8N3DEzcxvrhldzg2YcBvnm8zqdJdEwyJNCbupTIEpH4piu8P8Q54WaKmYo4ErlQEdqs3g9CS0YG2Ti8QqL1Y2PTvSXbN9uzt0ZCooy3UARWoQVzZxBR4/w484-h640/When%20the%20waiter%20comes%20out%20with%20food%20but%20it's%20not%20yours.jpg" width="484" /></a></div><p><br /></p><p>The Great Food Mix-Up: When the Waiter Plays Hide and Seek with Your Order</p><p><br /></p><p>Picture this: you're sitting in a cozy restaurant, eagerly anticipating the delicious meal you've been dreaming about all day. Your stomach is growling, your mouth is watering, and you can practically taste the savory goodness about to make its way to your table. And then, like a beacon of hope, the waiter emerges from the kitchen, carrying a steaming plate of food... but wait, that's not your order!</p><p><br /></p><p>Yes, my dear readers, we've all been there - the classic case of mistaken identity in the world of dining out. It's like a game of culinary musical chairs, where the waiter plays a sneaky game of hide and seek with your rightful meal. You watch in confusion as the neighboring table gleefully digs into the very dish you had your heart set on, while you're left staring at a plate of mystery food that definitely doesn't belong to you.</p><p><br /></p><p>The waiter, bless their heart, looks just as puzzled as you do, as they try to backtrack and figure out who this mystery dish belongs to. Meanwhile, you're left contemplating your life choices - should you just go ahead and eat this random plate of food, or do you risk causing a scene by insisting on your actual order?</p><p><br /></p><p>As you sit there, torn between hunger and propriety, you can't help but find the humor in this all-too-relatable situation. After all, who knew that a simple meal could turn into a comedy of errors, with you playing the unwitting protagonist in a culinary caper worthy of its own sitcom episode?</p><p><br /></p><p>And so, dear readers, the next time the waiter comes out with food that's not yours, just remember to take a deep breath, chuckle at the absurdity of it all, and maybe, just maybe, consider it a tasty plot twist in the grand feast that is life. After all, a little mix-up in your order is just the universe's way of keeping you on your toes and making sure you never take your culinary adventures for granted.</p><p><br /></p><p>So here's to the unexpected joys of dining out, where every meal comes with a side of laughter and a dash of mystery. Bon appétit, my friends, and may your next meal be exactly what you ordered... or maybe a delightful surprise that you never knew you needed. Cheers to delicious chaos and the waiter who unwittingly becomes the master of ceremonies in our dining escapades!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739197027500819961.post-21823396801852233672024-03-18T13:49:00.000-07:002024-03-18T13:49:13.800-07:00Me at 11:00 PM after eating healthy all day<p><span style="font-size: large;">Me at 11:00 PM after eating healthy all day</span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiErMxYogEnFP8JSC7cOgjve8jQGueUGuTvWflpimuGPtsmiFHHb8g4nBicgRVC80MjubZGWhgqLHZehhieA1jWEEqXEcbjO42DWJDm50HwlCCuKpJVe7mCEbiL5z9yRUm9oMOrU7VviPFumBXmh8Pbe31msltV9HvM_Mp8XTcWbVbEp9qmXkSEkZccjV4/s1080/Me%20after%20eating%20healthy%20all%20day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" data-original-height="970" data-original-width="1080" height="574" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiErMxYogEnFP8JSC7cOgjve8jQGueUGuTvWflpimuGPtsmiFHHb8g4nBicgRVC80MjubZGWhgqLHZehhieA1jWEEqXEcbjO42DWJDm50HwlCCuKpJVe7mCEbiL5z9yRUm9oMOrU7VviPFumBXmh8Pbe31msltV9HvM_Mp8XTcWbVbEp9qmXkSEkZccjV4/w640-h574/Me%20after%20eating%20healthy%20all%20day.jpg" width="640" /></span></a></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p><span style="font-size: large;">The tale of the health-conscious hero who battled salads and smoothies all day, only to surrender to the siren call of the fridge at 11:00 pm! Picture this: our protagonist, let's call them Veggie Victor, spent the day munching on kale and quinoa, feeling like a wellness warrior. But as the clock struck 11:00 pm, all bets were off. The fridge beckoned with its chorus of cheese, cold cuts, and leftover lasagna. In a heroic (or perhaps not so heroic) moment of weakness, Veggie Victor succumbed to the midnight munchies, devouring everything in sight like a ravenous raccoon on a mission. The next morning, our hero woke up with a food baby and a fridge in need of serious restocking. And so, the cycle of healthy eating by day and fridge raiding by night continued, much to the entertainment of Veggie Victor's bemused friends and family. Ah, the comedy of late-night fridge escapades!</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739197027500819961.post-52548117015625419692024-03-18T04:24:00.000-07:002024-03-18T04:24:20.963-07:00When you notice the 4G symbol instead of the WIFI symbol<p><span style="font-size: large;"> When you've been home for 3 hours and you notice the 4G symbol instead of the WIFI symbol</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBnnkjVO5QQiHEL0C8j-mx9mrrDR1N-cJfq9YIVTkWjAggcsHWbfiSqHBqv_Uq5c86DEI7MX9zyw5tepzIurzr9wz08FyWtXGROCvma4zRpEpr6hxKbi1S3rRXIOgZc10Eg7HjMQIM-KK-oOMxHXhY5CSbtfS1MBKmwCd0rzJokzc8ghHNoSJbKbiepF8/s705/IMG_20240318_121800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="550" data-original-width="705" height="500" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBnnkjVO5QQiHEL0C8j-mx9mrrDR1N-cJfq9YIVTkWjAggcsHWbfiSqHBqv_Uq5c86DEI7MX9zyw5tepzIurzr9wz08FyWtXGROCvma4zRpEpr6hxKbi1S3rRXIOgZc10Eg7HjMQIM-KK-oOMxHXhY5CSbtfS1MBKmwCd0rzJokzc8ghHNoSJbKbiepF8/w640-h500/IMG_20240318_121800.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Being at home for three hours only to realize you've been living that 4G life instead of the cozy WiFi haven! It's like finding out your favorite snack is actually the healthy version – a total plot twist! You can almost hear your phone whisper, "Surprise! You thought you were connected, but guess what?" It's a modern-day tragedy, a technological comedy of errors where the WiFi symbol plays hide-and-seek just to keep you on your toes. </span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739197027500819961.post-41979738751303519342024-03-18T03:02:00.000-07:002024-03-18T03:02:36.348-07:00When my mom complains about my attitude but i got it from her<p> When my mom complains about my attitude but i got it from her</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo0RAf7yIOmdE8hV4j4-x8FszuGkvZhX9wBO9FANqSHa-FKt7mj9yYobeDHWy1GIANhyR4rKx8bFqNiatoIqBw66WLeCTUN9590H8S7We1NyJpd0DVgh5Y6kOk3niPy56yN-_LEKx1i4UOducGHVde6fyRZSnWoGJwXpqFyAYgQtfJcKUJR3A0XS-yU-Q/s1149/When%20my%20mom%20complains%20about%20my%20attitude%20but%20i%20got%20from%20her.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1149" data-original-width="1080" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo0RAf7yIOmdE8hV4j4-x8FszuGkvZhX9wBO9FANqSHa-FKt7mj9yYobeDHWy1GIANhyR4rKx8bFqNiatoIqBw66WLeCTUN9590H8S7We1NyJpd0DVgh5Y6kOk3niPy56yN-_LEKx1i4UOducGHVde6fyRZSnWoGJwXpqFyAYgQtfJcKUJR3A0XS-yU-Q/w602-h640/When%20my%20mom%20complains%20about%20my%20attitude%20but%20i%20got%20from%20her.jpg" width="602" /></a></div><br /><p>When my mom complains about my attitude but i got it from her</p><p>The classic case of "like mother, like daughter" or "like mother, like son"! It's like a comedy of genetics where you find yourself in a hilarious paradox – your mom complaining about your attitude, but little does she know, you probably inherited that very attitude from her! It's a real-life sitcom moment when you realize that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, especially when it comes to sassy comebacks or eye-rolling skills. You can almost hear the universe chuckling as you try to explain that maybe, just maybe, that attitude is a family heirloom passed down through generations! Oh, the joys of sharing genes and sass in equal measure!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739197027500819961.post-7647499392834594452024-03-18T02:54:00.000-07:002024-03-18T02:54:59.257-07:00This is how your girl look at you when you telling her a story that involves another girl<p> This is how your girl look at you when you telling her a story that involves another girl</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFA_Dd7VrXPIPCUA16dSkt1nwr_5FzzRaARxFNWn4iL1wkNDWoQAG-j6Wu-3SpBMjV_DvQSmIgFKhcxJh5XqHviVOAymXeDLK8KDt2pvfHdCuxMWnXjmMPMSgmw4kIqq6vwQg1_v9cUGKHCGpxgI6dAsfWZ3k8rKTTgT71sNJOggZGJBrTmo7Jzs-nYcQ/s1078/FB_IMG_1710755472057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="910" data-original-width="1078" height="540" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFA_Dd7VrXPIPCUA16dSkt1nwr_5FzzRaARxFNWn4iL1wkNDWoQAG-j6Wu-3SpBMjV_DvQSmIgFKhcxJh5XqHviVOAymXeDLK8KDt2pvfHdCuxMWnXjmMPMSgmw4kIqq6vwQg1_v9cUGKHCGpxgI6dAsfWZ3k8rKTTgT71sNJOggZGJBrTmo7Jzs-nYcQ/w640-h540/FB_IMG_1710755472057.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><p> <span style="font-size: large;">You know you're in for an adventure when you catch your girl giving you that look – the one that says, "Oh, really? Tell me more about this 'friend' of yours." It's like walking through a storytelling minefield, trying not to step on any suspicious details that might set off the jealousy alarm! You can practically feel the temperature drop a few degrees as you navigate the delicate balance between sharing a harmless anecdote and unintentionally igniting the 'girlfriend detective mode.' Ah, the joys of relationship storytelling!</span></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739197027500819961.post-30745522724098346572024-03-18T02:46:00.000-07:002024-03-18T02:46:21.830-07:00The real story of life!<p> The real story of life!</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNpURFI1PZ8zKnkCSDX_CjvKZnHxuG_HxpXxKgeexMu1CV4NEbPVtBu3nmx3vMM5428WEpJGVW3RkO68NHoVZnkaFuSQCbvjyYlQfCBXwUH65Y9UCfrTx-H6YqVV7ZMatroJyxwyuD2ASeM8e9tgos30lJkxjWCzyUDcg0KTL7nhP6Ca_x8fndtktBg30/s720/The%20real%20story%20of%20life!.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="601" data-original-width="720" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNpURFI1PZ8zKnkCSDX_CjvKZnHxuG_HxpXxKgeexMu1CV4NEbPVtBu3nmx3vMM5428WEpJGVW3RkO68NHoVZnkaFuSQCbvjyYlQfCBXwUH65Y9UCfrTx-H6YqVV7ZMatroJyxwyuD2ASeM8e9tgos30lJkxjWCzyUDcg0KTL7nhP6Ca_x8fndtktBg30/s16000/The%20real%20story%20of%20life!.jpg" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8739197027500819961.post-92013870463730740182024-03-18T02:16:00.000-07:002024-03-18T02:16:58.526-07:00Welcome To My Kitchen<p> Welcome To My Kitchen</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZlnqRf4L2sHgqEnWVn8btImD07oU2ijgh69L49TQjfkysen35-0mrPeGPU18W3WnIzVr2TT0kcp7Xj6giXnNfCI7CuN4_vT8RtGRsG6A8y-feHGSdsSzNrJTz7zFOwgEMRvisRIpd5fc2rBy6zUoUvw6H7xFjedRzFWXeZ1xpx7WwkjrFD4PBUJYIi7c/s594/Welcome%20To%20My%20Kitchen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="594" data-original-width="563" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZlnqRf4L2sHgqEnWVn8btImD07oU2ijgh69L49TQjfkysen35-0mrPeGPU18W3WnIzVr2TT0kcp7Xj6giXnNfCI7CuN4_vT8RtGRsG6A8y-feHGSdsSzNrJTz7zFOwgEMRvisRIpd5fc2rBy6zUoUvw6H7xFjedRzFWXeZ1xpx7WwkjrFD4PBUJYIi7c/w606-h640/Welcome%20To%20My%20Kitchen.jpg" width="606" /></a></div><br /><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0