Babsy

Let the light pierce through the darkness Close all old accounts, turn a new leaf Re-learn that old lesson of friendship Kill nor be killed, settle for lessening Amidst us of this fossilized hatred

Babsy

is my nickname

Perhaps that time has not come yet when our, Gods would listen to the beats in our hearts, peace and happiness spread their glow, perhaps we would have to force Mother Time?.

Cleaning the Bodega

I woke up late today, I think it was almost 12 noon when I was awaken. It was brown out, so I got out of the house, migled with my relatives. I then remembered to look for a web cam. I asked my Mom for the key to our bodega, maybe the cam is there.

I started looking at the area where wires could be seen, but as I go to the process I was thinking that our bodega is not organized. So, here I go again, as a person with so many thing in mind, I start organizing our bodega. My plan was to put the kids stuff near the entrance; toys, clothing and strollers. The next area would be our old clothing. The last area would be for equipments.

I started sorting out the toys. I put the plastic or rubber ones in a box, then stuffed ones in a plastic for it not to get any dust.

That’s the thing I have accomplished for today. I am pretty tired now and having my headache again.

16 Nov 08 | 225 views | Tags: bodega, cleaning, clothing, strollers, toys
| Experience, House, Life, Myself

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