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Birthday Blues and Bounce 'Round

Dani turns 4 today.  Things were going well for Dani's party at her school, with all the decorations, party favors, ice cream and cake.  Then, the daycare called me up and said that Dani woke up from her nap with a high fever (102 degrees F).  So, we had to pick her up and that meant no birthday party at her school. :(  They said they could do it over on Monday, which is okay, but it's not her birthday then.

Because of the little mishap, Lucien and I just decided to have a little quiet birthday at home.  Lucien found a Bounce 'Round but no air pump in a thrift store for 30 dollars the other day. Given the problem of looking for an air pump for the Bounce 'Round, Lucien found a leaf blower for a low price, too, and it worked out pretty well:

Bounceround

Amusing Thing

I have a somewhat shallow sense of humor. Almost anything will make me laugh if it tickles my bones.

One in particular, today, was when I was on my way to pick up some lunch. There was this guy in a motorcycle "crotch rocket" type, and I noticed I could almost see a plumber's crack.

I kinda snickered and checked to make sure I wasn't seeing things, right when the stoplight turned red. But just as I was going to glance towards him, he turned and looked my way. It was as if he felt I was looking at him. Of course, I turned away just as he did that.

What amused me was the fact that I turned away like that, and also the fact I even tried to check if he was showing a plumber's crack. Maybe he felt a breeze back there. I didn't bother to check again. The light had already turned green.

Lawl.

Reflections

My memories has always been hazy.  I always tell Luci this, that I never remember everything we’ve done together or anything in my life for that matter.  Even when some trivial thing in the past I’ve done, I wouldn’t remember some of it.

It’s not like I have Alzheimer’s.  I don’t think I have that disease.  But sometimes, just little things like making origami for a friend back in college, or singing Little Mermaid’s Part of Your World in my own Tagalog version, I don’t remember any of those until someone in my life tells me or reminds me about it.  “Remember when….?”  Gah, why can’t I remember those things?  They are so special to me, yet why?

I do think I tend to block out some things to make room for newer memories.  However, there are times, I would tell myself, “Oh, this is something I need to remember!  It was so fun this day!” but then, that memory fades away like it was never there.  Well, it could be there, but it would be in the back of my mind.

That’s why I like taking pictures and videos as much as I can.  It’s my basis for my memories.  I would look at one picture and say, “Oh yeah! That happened that day! I’m so glad I remembered.”

Yet, there are things I will always remember.  My firsts.  My lasts.  My heartaches. My loves.  Those things, I cannot forget.  Those things, I will always treasure.

What memory, do you think, we had together that you will always remember?  Maybe you can help me remember them again?

P.S.  And I hope my friend Jamie is happy that I updated this blog.  I know it’s been a while. :)

We're Okay Here.

Seriously. We haven’t even been affected by Ike or anything. People have been asking if we’re okay and such. There was little rain and winds weren’t that bad, either, though we had a wind advisory. In fact, it’s actually sunny today.

Galveston didn’t have it so lucky, though. There has been alertness all around our workplace because we might get some transfers from other children’s hospitals from Houston/Galveston.

Thanks for your concern for us. We’re really okay.

Thinking of...

I have an affinity to be melodramatic. My imagination always, ALWAYS goes haywire with little things like missing a stair step that I end up falling down and hitting my head on the sharp edge of the piano leg that’s right at the end of the stairs at home. And what would happen afterwards, and so on. The list is goes on that contain lots of worst-scenario mishaps I might encounter. This also includes wrong-doings that might happen to my hubby or my daughter, but mostly mainly me.

I’m always afraid of death. I’m sure I’m not the only one. It’s not really the death itself that scares me the most. It’s leaving the ones behind. What happens when I’ve passed on. How will they cope when I’m gone. Also the things I’ve done on the Internet will still be somewhat active still, yet the “star” is not there. It’s almost to the point that I want to make a living will.

I know I’m being weird. I don’t think I’ll die anytime soon, but there’s always the thought. You’ll never really know, huh?

I’m also afraid of losing hubby. I don’t show it much, but in the back of my mind, I’m screaming and pulling my hair out due to worry for my husband. He’s been really lucky, or shall I say blessed, in life. He’s had so many life-threatening accidents happen and he comes out unscathed. But how long will it last?

I guess I’m just scared in total of the uncertainty of life. I see all these murders and deaths happen in the news lately, it’s almost become a “household” theme. Like this man, for example, who stabbed his wife to death because she wouldn’t sleep in the bedroom. I mean, c’mon! It’s just so totally bogus to have something happen like that just because of a minute matter.

I have an affinity to be melodramatic. Now you know why.