Fringes

They are Trimmings, 

frills and ruffles in 

bags, dresses, shoes too

will make you swoon 

Oh, wish you have them won.

They are Bangs

donned to crown

one's head pretty, 

frame the face

Highlight those Eyes lovely

It's the edge

the limit, the End

Push it hard,

bend, stretch, Stop 

the bliss or Plummet

down the abyss

They're extra

a benefit, a Spiff

a gift for you've been 

Good. A serving of Love

you can never have.

i have no words

formidable stance

via

Not too far a dream looming

I've spoken, toiled, now spent

But never lost faith.

Wrapped in silken voice

A gift shipped on its way

With open arms I wait.

I stand,and I stand still

Unwavering, although quivering

Shall not falter, never will.

embracing the new year

Can you believe it? It's new year, I'm back, and I'm exactly the same old me with my favorite topic in this blog - myself.

I've literally jump-started the year with few snap shots by our lovely lake. The scene to me is always grand. Never fails me.

No one is jumping off.

So have you made your new year's resolutions? I did.

1. Forget that I ever have feast days and never do it again. Yes, self-proclaim one. Not that it's blasphemous, it's just ridiculous.
2. Be a little less intuitive.  Instincts are a boon but when they begin to cause pain they're a bane.
3. Stop being a frantic mom. It is not cool. I'd really try hard to pull this through up.
4. Try something new every day. Like snorkel or sky dive - in my dreams.
5. Travel more. Go to the supermarket, the malls, mister baby's tutorials.
6. Initiate small talk with people, try new routes, new food/street food.
7. Limit the squeamish; avoid judging food by its looks.
8. Take on challenges. Haggle harder at tiangges. 
9. Troubleshoot. And smartly manage the task by delegating it to the hubby.  Will save me a lot of temper.
10. Stop making excuses. Accept the fact that the local news would constantly feature lowly life forms called politicians.
11. Keep a diary. Just keep it.
12. Give more.
13. Worry less.
14. Keep the faith.
15. Stick with all of the above that make sense.

Well, happy new year!

I know it's picturesque. Thank you.

santa can you hear me?

As I write now, I am uploading the video of mister baby's (well, he's no longer a baby but let's stick to the alias ) christmas presentation in school yesterday. Hubby who prefers to take photos always complained that my videos are shaky. Can you blame me? I giggle when I take them, and I sing along and mouth the words to my son, even if I knew he knows the lyrics. He knows the lyrics because when I fetch him at school I sneak and eavesdrop (they practice secretly apparently to surprise the parents. Well, so much for surprises..) that way I learn of the songs and I practice him at home.

So yesterday was my feast day.

Self-proclaimed.

The feast day of the mom whose face was stuck in mirth the whole day.

Also the feast day of the mommy who giggles and sings along and fixes his son's hair in between numbers during presentations, not to mention places him in front as unnoticeably as possible so that the camera would get a better shot of him. That last one is overdoing it I know. That's why I don't look back lest I'd see the WTF looks from other parents. But, bite me. Hey, I have an excuse - I'm going to show the video to the grannies. But everyone has that in mind, dimwit. Again, bite me.

The feast day of the frantic mom whose only anxiety-driving event that could drive her crazy faster than the speed of light is when this only son is ailing. And so on and so forth.

And last but definitely one which could win me an award - the feast day of the impatient mom.

Here's how impatient I can get.

I got so excited again I had to watch the video while uploading (as if I did not take it and as if i did not watch it twice today) that YouTube had something to say.

Bite me.