What happened? You might ask. 

Simple, we arrived late at a voice lesson of my daughter and it was raining, to add up to that, there is no more parking space close to the area. So, I decided to let my Mom and my daughter go to the school and I’ll just pick them up after 30 minutes. I went back after 30 minutes, but my Mom and my daughter is nowhere to be found, this time I have an area to park, so I went to the school. One of the teachers told me that because they were late, they didn’t continue with the class, so they exit early. I didn’t bring my mobile phone (I do this often), so I have no means of contacting my mother of their whereabouts. For me to not waste my precious time, I went to Robinsons mall and looked for them there, but to no luck. I just headed to CDR King to buy 2 new headsets; one for the office and one at home. I then had my lunch at KFC then went home.

About 5 minutes upon my arrival, my Mom and daughter also arrived.

We weren’t that tired, so we are not pissed at each other. We talked peacefully of what had happened and then proceeded to our daily tasks.

I am currently finishing up some things for my beloved client, so far so good. I think I am gonna do this from now on, rather than waste my time watching TV, I’ll watch TV and do some online tasks as much as I could. 

I enjoy working now, good thing I am in the mood for work.

You may ask who fired me? The boss of all the bosses in my house – my daughter. As you may all know, during day time, I am a professional driver, yaya, financer, etc; in short a full time single Mom.

This morning, my daughter had her voice lesson, so I waited for her at the canteen of her school. Her teacher called me because she said, “Nature’s calling.” I got up and assisted my Hannah (my daughter) to the CR. While in the CR, she doesn’t seem to act like she wants to poo or wee, but she was playing with the water. So, I assumed she just wants to play with the water, so I took her out of the CR to go back to her class again. While going out she shouted, “Mommy, You’re FIRED!” I didn’t know where she heard that one, but mostly its a line from the TV, because like me, she loves watching TV. When she got back to her class, she started acting up and told her teacher (She speaks in english better than I do, so she uses it most of the time.), “I can’t do this anymore. I could not sing and dance!” Since it was nearing her time anyway, we got off early.

After her voice class, we then went to her other school that corrects her bad behavior. While in the car, I corrected her because while me and my Mom were talking, she keeps on disturbing. Upon correcting her, she shouted again, “Mommy, You’re FIRED!”

After her behavioral class, we then went to a mall to buy some things needed at home. At the shopping store, there was an ice cream kiosk that sells Php 5.00 for every scoop, which is quite cheap, so I bought one. Hannah was asking for one as well. I said, “You are not allowed to eat ice cream because the doctor prohibits you. You have ashtma, you are hyperactive and you are now caughing, it’s not good for you.” I was eating my ice cream in front of her, so she got angry again and shouted, “Mommy, You’re FIRED!”

There, I got fired more than I think I should have been, and that’s just the story I could remember, but I heard those words more than that today. As I have mentioned, regardless, I will still do my duty as a full time single Mom. I guess my daughter couldn’t fire me. I am the best she could have. That is why God chooses me to have her. Who could top that decission? No one else

To Hannah, if you read this one day, I know you will laugh so hard. You can’t fire me baby, and I won’t ever quit! I love you and your baby brother. Mommy has never been so proud for having the two of you.

Though diet is ruined, I still love my body and have lots of plans to beautify it.

My Dad called and then we discuss family matters. My Mother doesn’t want to talk to him, and therefore she didn’t. My Dad admired the shirt my Mom gave me. I like this shirt as well.

Right now, I am going to watch a movie to relax and then sleep after that.

Enjoy your weekend!

My daughter was injured yesterday. I fetched her from school after her ballet class and she showed me her middle finger and it was swollen and her nail turned black. I asked my Mom what happened and she told me it happened in the school during her class hours (the morning) and she doesn’t know exactly the details but the teacher told her that Hannah (my daughter) closed the door and her hands was squashed. My poor little girl. The school security told my Mom that the nurses on the clinic had a hard time healing Hannah’s hands because she was crying so hard and they don’t have the strength to make her still. My Mom, would have her hands check by our Pediatrician today, just to be sure everything is okay.

My son had a cough this morning and so my Mom would be bringing him to our Pedia together with his sister. Hopefully when I get home this afternoon, I would receive good news.

My cousins husband won the STL. It was about time since they really need money and he won on the day of his birthday. What are his winning numbers? Simple, his birthdate!

Lastly, I was blog hopping when I saw the blog of a person that I have once argued. (I would name this person “P” and give female sexuality, so that I could explain the situation better.) I was reading the latest post of P when I noticed that she seems to be angry with someone. I read the next post and still, hatred. Read the post after that, and so on. Yes, still filled with hatred. I don’t know what is wrong with her, but she seems to be having problems with people who have higher position than her. May she find peace! I understand her griefs, because she seem to feel that she is better than her manager yet she is not one. Yes, indeed she is intelligent, she could even see grammar errors from her managers note. Maybe she was thinking, how could she be a manager when she cant even write proper english? Well, some just have skills to be one. My thoughts on this? If you think you are better than your manager, then show her what you’ve got. Don’t look at the negative side of things. Always see things possitively. You will always be rewarded for the actions you’ve done. Being bitchy and saying bad things about your manager wont do you any good professionally. Learn to be patient and kind. Say sorry if needed and don’t be afraid to make mistakes. Be honest in everything you do, and do the best you can. For doing so, you’ll save yourself and would bring you in the path that you wanted. Good Luck!

She said it’s nice and she knows where I wanted to put the tattoo. It would be on my c-section mark. She told me that her’s could not be seen, but mine have this black mark. So, it is indeed better to put a tattoo over it, to be pleasing to look at.

I hate tattoo and I think it would be a dirt on a skin, but this was before. I have come to appreciate its existence and put it to good use.

My Moms only worry is that she told me it would be a painful process. I answered her, I could bear all pain. She seems happy for me, though she said it could not be seen anyway, but she knows I am not comfortable of having this scar within me, so beautifying it would be much help.

My Mom is COOL, though I hate her most of the time and she does feel the same way about me, but as they say: “The more you hate, the more you love.” I know we love each other, its just part of a parent-child relationship to have those arguments, misunderstandings and all other bad things, but the important thing is, we have those good things as well.

Here’s the design I wanted, but it would be next year, so I still have plenty of time to search and decide what to get.

Or designs made by David Bollt.

I guess I am not used to this, my Mom seems to be at peace now and I guess I know why.

This week we talked about relatives and how some woman would betray their husband. I told her, I can’t imagine why some people would do such things. Some would say, once you’ve had sex you will keep on looking for it. And I told my Mom, in my experience, only the first 3 months was hard, because it seems hard to adjust, but the next months are bearable and eventually, you won’t remember what sex is like.

Maybe, that was the reason my Mom is happy and making me salad. She finally believes that I am not having sex with anybody nor I am with anybody special right now.

I know I have had my times where I was a bitch. I have been into a relationship with married men. Actually, only the father of my kids is the one man “I think” is not married that I had sex with, and that I am not even certain. YES, I have had my bad times and I was a mess. That was my past and we all learn from our mistakes right? Some may be hard to absorb and we keep on repeating the same mistakes over and over and we keep on experiencing things over and over because lessons we need to learn has not been learned.

My Mom made a salad. She is happy and I am happy. My daughter loves my Mom’s salad as well, she was the one who finished the salad I brought with me here on my computer table.

A salad

My daughter had a great time on the party, because when the 18 roses was dancing with the debutant, she was also at the center and dancing with her second cousin, Bhor. My daughter likes to be a center of attention. I just hope a talent scout in the Philippines would discover her

My Dad learned how to use Skype and we had a video conference today. He wanted to see the kids but only my daughter Hannah was awake during his call. It was an effort for me to keep Hannah awake because she is pretty tired from the activities we had today. I let her watch the movie “Enchanted” just to keep her up.

Also, before I forget, I received a copy of Blogging from Home by Janette Toral. It seems to be a great book and I have heard a lot of good things about it. I will be reading this tomorrow.

Sorry the pic is unclear, my phone seems to be out dated.