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The 28th day- June

Can you believe I have just this minute realized it is the 28th day of the month?!...

As I said to a friend the other day, I have been avoiding this space for fear of my inner turmoil being exposed. But, since, I committed to posting something on the 28th day of each month this year till September, I must be a woman of my word, no?

Okay, so,what has been happening in my life- at least broadly :)...?

I have, properly, got into the routine of walking/ jogging at least three times a week and as a result I can wear those shorts I had relegated to the back of my wadrobe :)

I read four awesome books that have had me thinking about a new label dedicated to books I read so that I never forget :)

I grew my finger nails...have not cut them since the beginning of the month, have just been doing filing to keep them in shape. I am morphing into a gal! :)

I was introduced to a racy blog by a journalist friend that has served to entertain me on those days when I am feeling not-so iray :) (http://www.adventuresfrom.com/)- Parental Advisory!

I took on a new career-ish responsibility.

I discovered SCANDAL and took my hat off for Madam Shonda Rhimes :)

I went to Naivasha, Kenya for a meeting and loved the scenery/ environment as much as I hated the cold weather.

I have a crush on a boy after so long!...and I don't even know his name :)


My mystery crush :)

I rekindled my kindergaten teacher self with the help of my neighbour's rambunctious girls who have me doing homework with them every evening :)


Kom & Kemi






The gals' art











Not much happening in my life as you can see friends :)...My inner self is another thing altogether, wheels are a-turning...those wheels I will broach on another occasion, if at all :)
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