#Amilikey

  Hey Beautiful Bloggers!!! So today we are broadening our horizons and continue to share my lifetime with all those who give a care. I titled this blog post   Night Owl  because as I am now working the graveyard shift   from 05:45pm   till 06;15am. Honestly, I have always loved being up at night most of my life, because it’s a more peaceful and relaxing atmosphere in general. I find there is no need to worry about anything in terms of bad weather or traffic. In the evening time there is less activity and that is always good news.   I literally found a new way to blog while making good use of my time. I was also born at nighttime, so that gives me more credibility to be a night owl and I think it’s awesome to enjoy the night sky view with the twinkling stars and beaming satellites. Major Lol. As a reactivated night owl – I am surprised my body has acclimated so well because I don’t f...

Greetings Beautiful Bloggers!!!! I know you’ll miss me when I’m not here sharing my amazing stories. I’ve tried to cover topics that will be light hearted and fun to read to over and over again. So here is to my sleepovers from my childhood— mainly. I always wanted to attend sleepovers when I was young, but my parents particularly my mom wouldn’t allow me to stay over anyone’s home even during the day let alone at night. I had this one friend who I called my best female friend and she was allowed to sleepover my house once a month. My mom was always worried when my friend would come over to make sure we were stocked with groceries. This was her main reasoning behind once a month policy visit for a sleepover.  My female best friend at that time was only 9 and I was 14; however, she had the maturity of a 16 year old — so that’s why we vibed so well. She was like my little sister and I would tell her everything that was going on in my life. Every time she came over for the weekend it ...

  Greetings Bloggers, I know I have been away for some time now. I am still not being consistent in my time frame for blogging. I have set a weekly goal, but at times I do loose the inspiration to blog. I feel like I am not reaching the audience I wish I could reach within the right time frame. I also feel like since no one ever participates with liking, sharing, or commenting-- that it feels always in vain (like a waste of time). However, I have felt this before and I am still here so there you have it. I won't give up and my message might only reach one person, but maybe it is that one person who needs to hear this message.      Anyways, I wanted to share a heart-good felt story about my childhood, because honestly sometimes I feel like my childhood was so much better than my adult life period. I miss living in a house versus a small apartment. I miss being taken by nice car (my father was a mechanic so he could afford having new cars) as my main means of transport...