Hi! I’m Nat, and my mission is to inspire you to pursue your dreams and passions and enjoy life’s moments. Join me as I vlog from Uganda in Africa and we explore East Africa, life, happiness, music, food and adventure together. I create weekly videos from my heart to yours, and I would love you to join me by subscribing to my channel.
It's Thanksgiving week in the US and I wanna wish all my US Family and Friends a happy T-day and kickoff to the Holiday Season.
It's cold time, and you know what that means! AHHH-CHOOOOO! I always say "Bless You" when someone sneezes and the other week I was asking Soulmate, why the heck do we say that only when we sneeze, and for that matter, why do we even say that phrase? So I turned to my trusty friend Google and found some intersting history on why we say that.
How are you? It's been a few weeks since I posted a vlog due to a very busy schedule. I hope that all is well and would love for you to comment on the blog belowand let me know how you are doing.
So how do you handle being asked out to an event or asking others to go out (in a non-dating situation)? Do you feel that if you ask someone to do something, that you should pay? Or if you are invited out, do you expect the person who invited you to pay? Does whether or not you have the money to cover activities/food factor into your decision to go out?
Let me know what you feel about that sort of situation.
See you next time! 🙂
P.S. The flower on my jacket is a Poppy, and up here in Canada we wear it in the weeks leading up to Remembrance Day, which is celebrated on November 11th every year. Read more about Remembrance Day here. Read this beautiful poem that most Canadian kids are encouraged to memorize in Primary School:
IN FLANDERS FIELDS
The World’s Most Famous WAR MEMORIAL POEM
By Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place: and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead: Short days ago,
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved: and now we lie
In Flanders fields!
Take up our quarrel with the foe
To you, from failing hands, we throw
The torch: be yours to hold it high
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields
I can still recite most of it and it makes me cry every time I do!