Her Post- Don’t Be A Drag, Just Be A Queen

Boy, oh boy. There were days when I was bored and just wanted to be busy, to “have a life”. Little did I knew, those days were given to enjoy not complain about.

That bottle's not mine...I just hold on to it, fearing that I was going to fall over!

Today, I feel like I have no time to spare. Instead, I can barely sleep, not because I have insomnia, but because I’m constantly thinking about what to do next. Being a wife, a graduate student, a blogger and a part-time journalist leaves me, sometimes, drained.


But enough with the “Drag” inside me, let’s talk about the “ Queen” that hides underneath all those layers of whining .I rarely feel like a real queen when I’m all by myself. On the other hand, my husband knows what does make me feel like one.

You see, men are always saying that women don’t know how to take compliments.

When He sais: “ Your hair smells so good”…

She responds: “ It’s no big deal, I just washed it like usual”

I was one of those not very grateful ladies!

When I met my husband , I recognized a modern gentleman. He had ( and still has it) the capacity to kiss my hand and open a door and bring flowers without seeming old fashioned or a wimp. He does all that like it’s his second nature, effortless.

So, having this guy around, made me conscious about my value. I mean, hey, I may be an average girl, with an average hair and a not so average high, but for my hubs, I’m the Only Girl In the World, like Rihanna would say.

I cherish every sweet word and little flower I receive, even if it’s not a special day. From trees, public gardens, private gardens, parks and God know where else from, he gave me love in the form of flowers.

Here’s a some of my “ perfumed little treasures”.

 Are You a Drag or a Queen? How do you handle compliments?

Her Post- The girls who disbelieves bad horoschope

Hello, there! This is Andreea. If you wonder why I m so talkative it s because I m born this way…and because I don t have a job yet. I m a student, a young wife and a part time volunteer editor at a news website. They don t pay me, but I get to write and learn about online mass media, I get to take part at some public events and the best of it, I own a journalist card. Plus, I don t fell the pressure to write a specific thing and I don t have deadlines.


Today was another experiment breakfast day. I eat banana oatmeal and I think it s better cold than hot. Is still morning here in Bucharest ( 8: 13 am) so I m catching up with blogging and reading random stuff..like horoschope.

I just can t help it. I like hearing or reading about my sign( I m Scorpio and Cos is an Aries). The thing is that my brain is set to ignore the negative comments. For example, if the pretty lady from Tv tell me that “ The Scorpio will have problems dealing with stress”, I say myself that are millions of scorpions out there so somebody will be stressed, NOT me. But if the news are bright, bring it on.

With that said, I better start writing articles for my part time job so I enjoy the rest of the day doing…more articles.

p.s. Dear hubby, if you read this in your lunch break, please don t forget calling Razvan to book us tickets at cinema for the “ Little fockers “, at 19:15 tomorrow night. Kisses!