The Journey. It’s Mine. [My personal take on love, life, parenting and blogging.]

Below is something I got from the mail and thought worth sharing…

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To those of us who have children in our lives, whether they are our own, grandchildren, nieces, nephews, or students…here is something to make you chuckle. Whenever your children are out of control, you can take comfort from the thought that even God’s omnipotence did not extend to His own children.

After creating heaven and earth, God created Adam and Eve. And the first thing he said was “DON’T!”
“Don’t what?” Adam replied.
“Don’t eat the forbidden fruit.” God said.
“Forbidden fruit? We have forbidden fruit? Hey Eve…we have forbidden fruit!!!!!”
“No way!”
“Yes way!”
“Do NOT eat the fruit!” said God.
“Why?”
“Because I am your Father and I said so!” God replied, wondering why He hadn’t stopped creation after making the elephants. A few minutes later, God saw His children having an apple break and He was ticked! “Didn’t I tell you not to eat the fruit?” God asked.
“Uh huh,” Adam replied.
“Then why did you?” said the Father.
“I don’t know,” said Eve.
“She started it!” Adam said
“Did not!”
“Did too!”
“DID NOT!”

Having had it with the two of them, God’s punishment was that Adam and Eve should have children of their own. Thus the pattern was set and it has never changed.

BUT THERE IS RE-ASSURANCE IN THE STORY!

If you have persistently and lovingly tried to give children wisdom and they haven’t taken it, don’t be hard on yourself. If God had trouble raising children, what makes you think it would be a piece of cake for you?

THINGS TO THINK ABOUT

1. You spend the first two years of their life teaching them to walk and talk. Then you spend the next sixteen telling them to sit down and shut up.
2. Grandchildren are God’s reward for not killing your own children.
3. Mothers of teens now know why some animals eat their young.
4. Children seldom misquote you. In fact, they usually repeat word for word what you shouldn’t have said.
5. The main purpose of holding children’s parties is to remind yourself that there are children more awful than your own.
6. We childproofed our homes, but they are still getting in.

ADVICE FOR THE DAY:

• Be nice to your kids. They will choose your nursing home one day.
• If you have a lot of tension and you get a headache, do what it says on the aspirin bottle: “TAKE TWO ASPIRIN” AND “KEEP AWAY FROM CHILDREN”!!!!!

I’m moving again…to a smaller (read:affordable, cheaper) house. So my weekend was spent turning my (current) apartment over. Sorting stuff in boxes and throwing out those that I don’t need anymore. Well, a bit hard to do…so I threw my sentimentalities to the wind and sent three (plus some more) boxes of “abubots” to the garbage collector. I wonder how more difficult it would have been if i didn’t stop “collecting” 2 or so years ago?

So there, I’m done with some excess baggage. If only most of our “excess baggages” are that easy to throw out…life would have been a lot different: simpler, no complications, less pains…heartaches. And that is something only time takes care of.

Then you move on…

I don’t sweat out the small stuff any longer…after being through so much in this life. Mine is an open book, what you see is what you get. I know (and proud of) where I came from. I know where I’m going. (Unless provoked) I don’t normally look down on people. Nor do I kiss their asses! Oftentimes I get mad. Sometimes I get even. I’m no saint either. To those that get into my nerves, I give a dose of their own medicine. To some I may look arrogant, but that’s because I know what I am and not capable of. I may not be your concept of what is beautiful, but I am comfortable with what I see in front of the mirror. And I can live with that.

Pretentious is a word that I very well know the meaning of. I’m sure it’s something that I am NOT.

Pardon me for venting. Blogging is my new-found therapy.

Well, some kind of associations is becoming a burden. There are better things to attend to than waste my time, effort (not to mention emotion) on this nobody-nonsense.

Like what my good-old friend used to say: there is no absolute reality, only relative truths. And some people are entitled to their own delusions of grandeur.

So I am no judge of character. Sue me for wrong assumptions!
Character assassination? Nah, I won’t stoop down that level.
What’s worse than hate? Indifference.

No need for Mayon to erupt: A bit of sindak just got me a HP 7500.

Furthermore, there’s one personality here. I don’t know what’s his pain or what’s eating him. He is pretentious he doesn’t know what he is anymore. He is a master at webbing one lie after another. To cover what? Yeah right, he is under heavy identity crisis. I bet my puwet he is bading!

Most of the time we tend to be overly nice and tolerant of some people who use sarcasm and rudeness in their effort to be funny or just to catch attention.
Today I stop being nice…it has become a burden trying to ride on to the tremendous mood swings.

The computer replacements arrived today. Guess what? I am not included in the list. When my computer crashed, it was disposed and I patiently waited for the replacement (meanwhile used and still using this jurassic laptop).

Here’s the ITS logic: since i disposed it, therefore I don’t need it…so our division just lost one slot in the computer plantilla.

I don’t claim to be the most logical person but I’ve been taught that the shortest distance between two points is a straight line. So here’s my logic: computer crashed, then for goodness sake replace it with a decent working unit. (!!!)

If nothing is resolved before this day ends: Mayon Volcano is going to erupt, i swear. (!!!)

When you’re having fun that is! But time flies too when you’re not…

In February, my PC crashed. Since then, I’ve been saving all my datafiles in a secure server, just so as not to scatter my files in all the temporary computers I’ve used and been using. On Tuesday noon, pinoy time…that server broke down. The administrator told me that hopefully the last saved data can be recovered.

Hopefully!!!

I don’t really care if they can’t recover my data. All I’m really concerned about is that: Raine’s pics that I’ve taken since month 0 to month 12 (right, monthly!)are all there. And I don’t have a back-up, grrr!

So, for the last couple of days I’ve been downloading (one by one) all the pics that I’ve saved in my webshots online album.

I’ve recovered 80% of the pics. Now I feel better.
Even if I can’t let one enzyme assay to work out…

Our weekend was quiet and lazy. Most of the time was spent watching cable TV while Raine was just at his most cooperative mood, playing indoors with his little cars.
Since there was nothing that caught my interest on the cable channels, I ended up yesterday in a GMA-7 marathon: from “Blue’s Clues” at 6:30 am to Mel & Joey at 7:00 PM. (but don’t ask me what’s the hottest chika on S-files because I wouldn’t remember!)

Well, almost a marathon…except for the few breaks: every time Raine insisted on watching the car and motorcycle race in Star Sports channel and once when I insisted that it’s time for his afternoon nap.

I was almost ready to call it a day so for the last time I surfed the channels and there (!) at 9pm : Spiderman(1) was on at HBO. Spiderman (2) was Raine’s first movie theater experience and Toby McGuire is a younger version of a dear friend of mine.

So, couch potatoes as we are…mother and child, lying on a mattress in front of the TV…Raine having his last “dede” before going to sleep…I’ve hit the jackpot (child falling asleep in front of the TV while mommy is watching Spiderman for the nth time). Or so I thought…

I don’t know when exactly I buzzed-off. All I can remember was Spiderman in a blur (or was it green goblin?) while intermittently hearing shouts of “mommy, mommy…’sing, ‘sing…ano?! ano?! . (in adult language: mommy…gising! (wake up) and a non-stop ano-ano (what-what?) when pointing to anything he (Raine) knows but cannot pronounce yet.)

So I guess it was already 11 pm or so (when the movie finished) when a zombie-like mommy was last seen carrying a still-blabberring-21-month old boy to bed.

This morning we both overslept…I hate Mondays!

Nope! This is not a line from a song but I sure feel like singing my own version of the “superman” song.

More than once I’ve heard the word dependable being associated to me: Thank you very much! I really appreciate the compliment. But how I really wish I could spend a day without a care in the world and that there is somebody else carrying the weight on my shoulders…And that, would really be the day I would say the crow turned white (or the day I entered heaven’s gate?)!

Every time I find myself overcoming a huge obstacle in life, be it financial, emotional or even physical in aspect: I’m just afraid that this tremendous power of doing things (technically) by myself goes into my head and turn me into some extreme-feminist crap who believes that (aside from the great sex) I won’t need a (big) man in my life.

Up to this time I am not (yet) able to convince God that I need a partner in order to accomplish all these important tasks He has bestowed upon me. For some reason, He is adamant to the thought that I am just doing fine at the moment, amidst the difficulties. It gives me hope, courage and strength to believe that God has good plans for me and Raine, that He is preparing that special person who will first and foremost be a daddy and second a hubby.

When I’ve survived another stressful day, when I’m complacent and feel like patting the back of my own shoulders for a job well done: I am most convinced that I don’t really care if I’m the non-conformist. What the heck if others cannot just put me in a box? BUT when Raine starts calling the neighbor “daddy” (or anybody else’s daddy for that matter!): it’s like a wake-up call that there’s just no beating the natural order of the universe. Parenthood is truly a job for two persons!