Ramblings

I'm trying to do something. Until I figure out what it is, I will be suspended in time.

I tweeted that to a friend just a few hours ago. It is an apt description of my post meridiem today. I already did a hill of laundry. Sent off Kiki to her class. Fixed the room. Then my schedule just cleared! Well, at least for the next three hours. Like the ray of warm afternoon sun after two days of torrential rains and gusty winds. It's nice and balmy outside. The birds are chirping. I'm losing money in the online casino.

A Different Beat

After a lifetime of waiting, my daughter Kiki finally got to perform at the CAP Building Auditorium. And was she ecstatic! Like a reaching for the stars thing. Being the youngest, Kiki usually trails after her older siblings since she learned how to walk. Always trying to squeeze in everything that they do. Wanting to be BIG so she can catch up with them too. And her lifelong ambition to date was to go onstage at CAP Auditorium like her Nana & RG did before.

Make Your Mom & Pop Proud

Ok. I try to avoid stage mom moments but there are just events that I have to preen like a proud peacock. Or pea-hen if you're gender sensitive. Like school report cards. I just have to share it lest I burst with joy!

Trial and Hairror

Life is an endless struggle full of frustrations and challenges, 

but eventually you find a hair stylist you like. ~Author Unknown

This holds true to date in my entire career as a mom. The trip to the hair cutters were always nerve-wracking. Especially when the kids were younger. All three rendered their own versions of caterwauling on the first haircut. Whoever said that kids must have their first haircut right after the first birthday should be heavily fined. (Behind bars or burned at stake is too mean! :) Succeeding trips ranged from bribery, coercion to the downright threat of being grounded for 2 days! Grounded from tv and video games that is.

First Position

Are you a ballet mom? Do you spend your weekend with a ballet class inserted in your precious schedule? I do. So let's talk.

There are a lot of reasons to send your daughter, or son, to an esteemed school of dance. It could be that their school has a program to offer, or you felt that your offspring should learn basic gracefulness, or that you ultimately believe that your child has the talent – inherited or otherwise – that needs to be explored and nurtured for a possible future in the performing arts. Whatever your reasons are, it starts at an unholy weekend hour of 9:00 am, rain or shine.

Lost in the Cosmos

How are your kids doing in school? I bet their least favorite subject is Filipino or Sibika. Worry not! My kids struggled through it too. Or should I stick to the truth and ‘fess up that I was the one who barely survived the intricacies of our national language? The mere mention of those grade school requisites gives me an instant headache! More so when my kids have a project or theme paper due!

Super Delayed Reaction

Okay, it took me more than a year to get down on this. Real life got in the way of my blogging aspirations. Though on the edge of the recesses of my muddled mind, I am aware that I have signed up for this. It still remains on my to-do list but got shoved down the priority ladder more often than not!

The point is I am RE-starting my blog today. I still hope it will grow to fifty or more entries by the end of 2011. I still pray that it will be relevant to at least 20 people in this earth. And I do wish they will let me know it too.

Live. Laugh. Let's get it on!

Summer by Nana. Pastel Crayons. May 2011.