Stagnated by choice or not?

“Stagnated we are, but why? We always wait for the tide to come and carry us away, when we could have walked away. >>> Because we made our choice, here we stay or times, we disembark and go.”

Today the weather is in normal state, meaning rain, wind & gray= coldness. Perhaps, you find me sounding redundant. But it’s the fact here. As much as, we love our paysages (sceneries) we have to accept the bad side of living near the coast, specially this coastline. Sometimes, we couldn’t help hating the wetness & grayish aura that we often have to accommodate daily in our lives. The climate change really had done us all. The normal suffering has been prolonged. Not cool at all.

Now, it supposed to be Spring, we should have been outside doing our garden & walking around the coast before the tourist comes. Or I should be starting to remodel the rooms before my paint dries. But no, we are locked up inside the house and lost the motivation of revamping the rooms. And more, I’m tied to do some little indoor activities for the kids to avoid getting bored on their spring vacation.

The long weekend plan to go to England seems getting slimmer due to the weather and we’re lacking of time to book our travels. More on, D’man wants to take the road trip going there. So, long weekend won’t be sufficient to have the visiting we planned. So, I decided to stop looking for ferry’s fare. This needs rescheduling.

What left us is to pray to have decent weather to bring the kids to another region here. Discovering with them would surely be the best way to see more of France. So, where to? We have Loads of pending “I owe you a visit” to our friends.

Even last weekend we did start repaying visit. It was really great. We were blessed with good companies and beautiful sunny Sunday-Our medicine, to sustain what we have now.

Weekend wrapped

As much as, we want to be more organized with our weekend rooster, we can’t. There is always something popping up, up to the last minute. Our weekend seems been booked from 3 weeks before up to the last five minutes from the current time when our visitor/s’ arrival; some invitations and to top it off with, our ritual of buying our provisions for the week but looks like for weeks and of course, minor cleaning in our house.

And not to forget, we are family of five plus my little Sally (dog), it is normal something coming up, like kids’ activities and their invitees. Most important of all, our movie time- we all love-watching films together, looking like some sardines in a sofa. Then, teasing each other as if we were all in the same age. This is one of our moments as family time, which we have promised that we will never let go.

With these, we are always trying to have extra stuffs in our pantry. So, it won’t be a hassle to think about what to serve to keep the moment rolling. And when we have our visitors at home. It’s better not to worry about what to put on the table. Because there’s always a need of catching up with updates or simply enjoy the night with them.Or to bring some picka food when we are invited.

Now, I’m thinking, I haven’t had a solemn weekend for a long time, not that I’m complaining. But …but…but… I don’t know, how to cope up with my agenda now, feeling that I can’t command my days any longer. “I’m wrapped up!” This is a tired me talking. Gonna be ok soon, a self-consolation. “Yeah, right. Dream on!”

D'man with his superlatives

Superlatives : toujours(always),jamais(never), tout le temps(all the time), aucun(e)(nothing), vraiment(very) and more... These are some of his word amplifications, always attached on his opinions. Which for me, it's a trigger to illuminate my facial lines. Nothing sightly about it. I assure you.

Another issue between this wrecked couple is how some adverbs of frequency have been misused or misplaced in their phrases. D'man of this shack just love using them. At first, I thought he was just practicing his English.. a la Word Power baga.

Lately, I myself have been acquiring the french equivalent of it. And hearing him using the french one.It can't be associated as a word power drills any longer. For some time now, these practices are getting off hand. And it tickles my nasal to exhaust flame.

I 've always thought, he's the accurate one between the two of us. A mathematical man. Now all, i can hear are exaggerations to the highest level (ting..ting..ting). And worst, he has the believing tone along with it. How in heaven's name, I could argue with an upright nose? You tell?!

But there are times that I could actually give a heart-filled laugh when he's on his attacks of "doomsday narration" mode. how it amused me as a listener. But not when my humor abandons me due to lack of sleep.


Even living together for many years. Acceptance of ways still on process. There, I beg that you dont think i'm bashing him. I'm just stating that we have some probs or differences like normal couples, shallow or wacky it may sound. This states that we are not always inside our rosy blanket.

Anyway, I should have just charged it to cultural differences or something.. and get a decent sleep.

BEWARE what you asked for

I can't help not sharing this. This line just really have a deeper meaning to my Eldest son. Let me break our confidentiality as mom to son.

Lets go back 4 yrs ago. He was in 5eme about to enter the adolescence age. Physical changing is on progress and noted..in terms of height and hairs.

And Him as an Asian or just in his genes had some little late on that growth. The year before that, he doesn't really mind, him different from others. It just, when he keeps on seeing in their locker room. How his peers having some baby mustache & bushes down their belly button. And the talks of using razor & cream... where he can't reliates.Tick him off.

These must be really bothering him a lot to confine to me. I told him that it will come & not to worry. Then he told me "mais(but) non, I keep on checking everywhere..... my arms, my legs, & nada in you know where. but I dont see them!" At first, I thought of giving him cookies to calm him down. [ Hey, its my first time dealing Ado.] I didn't. I took cookies for both of us and lifting his arm. Pointing to those microscopic hairs, I see. Told him " just wait, it will be darken soon."

After the pep talks. He's a bit calmer. But time to time... hearing him saying it loudly. How he felt bad. When girls told he shaves his legs or how his best friend caressing & saying “wow, your much softer than my girl friend.” Those makes him insecure about himself. I'm finding it hard not to laugh & cry at the same time. Coz i know that there's no recipe, i could find and cook to have those hairs appear. He keeps on hoping & praying to have hairs.

Then, 2 years passed, God finally grant his wishes. He's taller than me now. Which he brags often as he could. And YES!!! the hairs too... they are darker , longer & more. And the mustaches(oh, boy!).. yeah, he has some baby ones ( not much).Enough for him to enjoy having a “shaving time” to his heart content. You wanna know about the bushes, right? YES, it was an event to this household. The first visible strand was celebrated & rejoiced. And that was my last peek on him.

But the rest of hairs were badly distributed...How? Imagine your knees got mustache...& the rest of your legs & arms are shiny...how's that to you? It becomes a laughing ground to us.(Don't worry, he also see the humour of it.)

Now as in NOW, he wants me to have a peek on his behind.( I know, it's disturbing...)I didn't allowed him to strip off, it's enough to hear his woes about it.(it also concerns hair misplaced)

Beware what you asked for,K?! My last line to him before escaping to the kitchen.

A la Mode de Mardi Gras

My little Missy was so hyper arriving from School. I can hardly make up what she was stuttering about. All I could hear was fluctuating tone of excitement.I started frowning to a bouncing kid in front of me. It made her calm in seconds.

She started back from “Mama il faut que, je m'habille (mumbling after.....) comme à Borcéliande, D'accord? ( mama I must dress......like in Borcéliande,ok?) And me, magnifying effortlessly my facial line being asked Où est-elle,mama?(where is it mama?)I stupidly asking Where's what?

Then i got slapped by “Don't you speak French, mama?” With strong French accent...Uh, that hurts!!! I was about to mimick her and gearing for the girlish fight. Then comes the Kuya.(elder brother)explaining it all to me. I finally understand what was the yackety-yak about.

Anyway, with all these ramblings. She just wanted to tell me that they should be in deguisement (costume) & they are allowed to have make-ups tomorrow for Fat Tuesday. Seeing her glowing with the prospect of being a medieval princess for a day. My cranky mood switch off.

Of course, being a mama i tried to explain what is Mardi Gras (to a nearly 6 yrs. old). And finding out that it will not give any fruit at all. The only thing that makes her stay hearing my "because of this ..because of that" is to know, if i'll put her my lipstick. Talking about fast growth.

In any how, It reminds me of our festivals back home in Philippines. They are sometimes being conotated as Mardi Gras. How I wish, my kids would see them...parading in colorful costumes, painted faces, masked, powerful drumbeat with ingenuous dance.


Like...The Ati-atihan in Kalibo,Aklan... Sinulog in Cebu... Masskara Festival in Bacolod... Dinanghay in Iloilo. Most of this feast falls under the month of January, except for Masskara in October. Wow, it makes me smile.Nothing beats home.

Letting go, your BUDDY.

Another day to start. Hubby & kids are out & me staring at my "need to do" list. Telling that, I should clean our bureau preparing it for a facial-lift. Almost raced to the second floor with a coffee mug & tobacco in hand. Stunned, what lays on a 5 m² room.
Chaos!

Asking myself, why did I CALL this a bureau ? Ooh, coz it got a 2 processors with one monitor, printer, office table with a pitiful chair & bunch of files clattered. Other than that…nothing more, Just… junks, boxes, a cabinet with a broken handle, some travel souvenirs and funny photos of my kids hanging on the wall with a draft of late 60's wallpaper, inherited from it's former owner. If it's floral. I won't mind, Got a heart of a hippy.

Now, summoning the courage to get me started. It's nowhere to be found. Slowly, letting myself be seated, rolling my tobacco to calm me down. Well, a minute to check my email won't hurt. Another eye popping. Sh.., am I that lazy?

Let's not answer that one. "Anyway, got loads to do." Only justification i could come up. I continued scrolling down, away from special offer, to see if someone loves me enough to write me. Slowly.... slowly..... and freeze…. then a helicopter sound.

"PC is thinking." hubby would normally say. So, what else to do but wait. Minutes pass and go....pass and go... What's more? Hearing, my old buddy Computer working its way with more intense buzzing sound this time.And me getting annoyed seeing a Sign of aging just screaming.

Pressing question is back. Weighing hard, Should I let it go?
Imagination works… My best buddy being crashed & compacted with some other unwanted PC. Conscience says, "Cruel! Where's your heart, B? You were buddies since you've stepped on this soil."

Thinking what can be done. Even, hubby can't doctored it. The Sound is almost deafening. Then, silence falls.....tic... tac...tic...tac... can't make up my mind. Refuse to see that..

My BUDDY is gone.