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I did mention in my previous post that because Christmas is just around the bend, I am trying to save all I can for the giftlist I still have to make.
This morning though, when I came across the online coupons from CouponChief, not only was I reminded of the list, I also found a wide array of good offers that could help manage the budget.
I have found interesting coupons there, like the Puma coupons that made me think of my father, who mentioned to me the other day something about a yellow shirt he wanted to buy. (Now, when I do find a yellow shirt for him, wouldn't it be cool to give my mother an identical shirt as well?)
If all these mails were true...
I would be in a Caribbean cruise,
Or sipping piñacolada while lazily lounging under the Hawaiian sun.
I wouldn’t be warming my butt on this gray office chair and monitoring cellular problems.
But because these mails are hoax, I am right here sitting on this gray ergo seat and patiently deleting all of these.
And just dreaming.
BARGAIN TRY AGAIN.
After I had repeatedly declined his request to play with my phone, he said “Howd only.” Hold only.
I was angry one day, and was all quiet. Sensing my strange silence
and seeing my dour countenance, Matt came up and tried to entertain appease me. However, I was not making eye contact to him. “Ma, V-pa-power**?” No response. “Ma, drive car.” Still, I was quiet and not making eye contact to him. After more tries, he finally reached over and planted a very wet kiss on my lips.
**V-pa-power is Matt’s way of saying V-Power, which is a type of gasoline from Shell.
WHEN WATERS GET ROUGH, SING.
Me: Matt, don’t bang your guitar on the floor.
But banging still continued.
Me: Okay. I’ll have to keep the guitar if you continue the banging.
Matt: J-O-Y, down….. (singing the I’ve Got JOY Down in my Heart song).
Recall: The story of the Alphabet Song.
“Hug-a Mama. Sorry.” Always. And in an oh-so sweet tone.
Greet everyone and anyone.
Morning, fish! (or chicken or Barney or Kermit, etc..)
And to people he doesn't even know: Morning, tao.***
After attending a birthday party, he said “Happy Birthday, car.”
***tao means man
"Kermit," Matt gently said while bringing the bottle of Chamyto on Kermit’s lips and pouring the contents all over him.
Me: Matt, why are you crying?
Matt, referring to me: [you are] Talking to [a] man.
Me, seeing Matt atop his toy basket: What are you doing?
Matt: Switch[ing] on-a light.
TAKE ONE STEP AT A TIME (or…)
Matt: My name is [our home address].
Whoa! This happened after I taught him the my-name-is and I-live-in concepts all at once.
ANGER HAS AN ANTIDOTE.
Seeing Mama angry, Matt said in a placating tone: Maaaaa. Inom**** Bajajesic.
Penned by ZAM at 9:30 AM
There are times in our lives when our hands would get clammy and we’d feel queasy in the stomach. We would shiver and get goose-pimply all over. We’d have our heart pounding a hundred beats per second. We’d lose the natural healthy color on our face and in its place would be a ghastly ashen look. Or we would be restless, anxious and apprehensive. There are also times when we would be just silent and in thoughtful countenance, but nervous all the same. On few occasions, we couldn’t help but let out either a short yelp or a blood-curdling scream, depending on the impact of a certain stimulus on us. But these reactions are just few of the tell-tale signs of fear.
Needless to say, the factors/stimuli that trigger these reactions vary from one individual to another. So, let me just speak for myself and list down some of the things/events that make me feel these .
Blood and mutilated bodies of animals (humans included). Just the mere mention of these sends chills down my spine so I will not elaborate.
Driving. Maybe it's just me or maybe it's driving this side of the globe that makes driving a nightmare. But really, I am battling against this nightmare. I hope the face-your-fear-to-conquer-it works because I’ve been traveling with this fellow nicknamed Fear and facing him almost everyday for almost a year but the feeling of apprehension every time I take the wheel has not waned one bit! Maybe one day soon, I’d figure out a way to unbuckle and drop him off the road.
My son, or what he does. Sometimes, what he does is too much for a mother’s heart. Example, he likes to hurl himself head first at our walls (which explains why we have cushions placed on some parts of our bedroom walls). Much to my concern, he is also fascinated with electric outlets and likes to explore them when he can find the chance to. (No, outlet covers don't work because he knows how to manipulate them.) Then, he loves dogs. But how can something so endearing such as affection plants terror in a mother's heart, you may ask. He loves dogs so much so that he would chase even stray dogs with every intention to hug them, which in turn makes me bolt and run after him while shouting "Matt, rabies!!!" But except for these things (and some more others :D), he is a very adorable boy who
gets so much fun seeing terror in my eyes likes to laugh and play around.
Quick note: Parenthood, they say, is really not for the faint of heart and (I might just add) slow in action so then I have no choice but to be strong and quick.
Losing my sight. The prospect of going blind terrifies me. I cannot imagine waking up one day and seeing the world in total darkness. I cannot imagine not being able to see the lights and the colors around me. I cannot imagine not seeing the the gamut of expressions on the faces of people I interact with everyday, most especially my loved ones. Are they frowning? Smiling? Is there a twinkle in their eyes? Not being able to see all that would be pure torture to me.
Mosquitoes. It’s a wonder that something so small could cause me anxiety and sleepless nights! But they do scare me more than cockroaches. First reason why I feel skittish and could hardly sleep when I hear a buzzing sound is, these tiny vampires are the culprit behind Dengue and Malaria - deadly diseases which are prevalent in tropical countries like the Philippines.
Second reason is, in my mind they are deadlier and that they could be more than just Dengue and Malaria carriers - these bloodsuckers could be AIDS carriers, too! I know, I know it’s the world’s most ridiculous thought ever conceived but I’ve been thinking, what difference is the needle or an IV from the proboscis (needle-like mouth of a female mosquito)? What if a mosquito bit someone afflicted with AIDS then gets on to its next victim- me, perhaps? Surely it could transmit AIDS! Of course, I've realized that my theory is totally unfounded and way off tangent; and truth is, I've certainly found all the reason(s) to make me believe that that’s simply impossible but a
paranoid little voice inside me still asks what if?
Penned by ZAM at 7:47 PM
Abuse. Of any form- verbal, physical, emotional, etc. Drug abuse. Environmental abuse. Abuse of power.
Excuses. There’s no need to make a big production of every apology, a simple “I’m sorry” would suffice. (I’ll eventually ask questions, so save your explanations for later. Grin.)
Extravagance. I’m really okay with this but it's entirely another story if you sacrifice your - or your family's need over a want. And then PLEASE don’t tell me you’re broke
and don’t ask me to loan you some money when just the other day you were flaunting the Patek and Louis Vuitton bag you bought over the weekend.
Expectation that we immediately, with just a blink of an eye, become experts (of whatever). Be considerate (am pretty sure it will be greatly appreciated if you give allowance for some mistakes).
Smoking in a public vehicle (hence, exposing non smokers to sidestream smoke). Again, please be considerate.
Speaking of consideration.. When I see a pregnant woman or an old woman standing in a public transportation while few feet away a number of beings belonging to the young and strong population sit comfortably. Have mercy.
Assumptions. Please spare me.
Flattery will get you anywhere. Please, please, I am begging you, please don’t.
What a sad thing to say. Even if it’s not directed to me, I feel sad when I hear someone say this. But sad is an understatement. I take offense as I can feel the inequality of this statement very similar to when I hear someone say that because his father is a thief, he- the son- will one day become a thief too. How unfair.
Or just because a country had gone down the economic rut in the past that it’s going to plunge to the same rut again. Maybe. But then, maybe not. And what a hasty judgment to say that history will repeat itself.
With its negative undertone, it’s a creepy, hope-crushing life sentence to anyone. Just imagine being sentenced to a future based on a past you may or may not have direct control of. What a gross injustice.
It’s maybe true that what happened in the past will play an important part in the present time. But the past do not have a power on anyone, unless one lets it.
That’s why I beg to disagree. History will not repeat itself. But history will repeat itself if we let it.
We cannot be like a leaf riding the tide of the past and letting it carry us to unwanted shores. We are not helpless. We can make a difference to the here-and-now.
”All that we are is the result of what we have thought.”
History repeats itself. I cannot believe that. I cannot surrender the chance I have to make a difference in the future.
And I believe that the present time is a battle to make a better future. I believe in taking action, of taking charge of our lives. I believe in renewal. I believe in prayers. Most of all, I believe in a Greater Being who makes miracles.
So who are we to say that history will repeat itself?
”The future is not a result of choices among alternative paths offered by the present, but a place that is created--created first in the mind and will, created next in activity. The future is not some place we are going to, but one we are creating. The paths are not to be found, but made, and the activity of making them, changes both the maker and the destination.”
” We have not inherited the earth from our ancestors, we have only borrowed it from our children.”
Psalms 107:1 Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever.
Brad Egel created this award and started the egg rolling to pass the love around.
So I'm passing some love to:
Maiylah at Life Snippets
Grace at Sandier Pastures
Whew! What a great way to start the month. Happy blogging everyone!
Penned by ZAM at 1:07 PM