I’m so blessed to have a husband who doesn’t get offended so easily. Not only that, he knows just the perfect thing to say even at a time I’m pretending to be seriously mad at him. Last night was one of those nights. As usual, he’s the first one to say the three words (I love you). Of course, he says this even more so when he knows I’m upset about something. So when he said this in bed trying to say goodnight, I just made a disgruntled sound, turned back to him and responded, "Yah, whatever," or something similar to that. So he repeated it again, urging me to kiss him back but I continued to ignore him.
Then, he said the five magical words, "Say it, say it outloud."
Since I’ve figured out how to host WordPress, I have delved deeper into learning all I can about what I can do with it. I have always been technically challenged even though I am so intrigued with how the internet works. But my attention span only goes as far as the first ear tag. Its a good thing that WordPress makes it so easy to have really nice sites without all the hassle. So easy that I can’t seem to stop oogling at all the free themes. I can be somewhat picky with how things look so its a relieve that a lot of designers out there take enough pride with creating these themes and making it available. A million thanks to the generosity.
Here are a few that I’ve have come across and really like so far:
My husband started me on watching this sci-fi remake series from the 80′s. I vaguely remember the old series and I really didn’t want to watch the new one. I am glad that I did and even more relieved that we are finally done watching it. There was a lot of drama and suspense with the series. For a sci-fi show, it delved into raw human emotions. I think this one of the reasons why it can grip a person. Even with the Cylons who were supposed to be machines, had more emotions and human features than some people I know of these days. The vulnerability of both human and Cylons were so mirrored and you can’t really ignore it.
Another human feature that it depicts is each person’s faults. It wasn’t afraid to show the bad with the good of the characters. It was surprising to see how even the good ones can make bad decisions or they give in the the weakness of their feelings. It brings some kind of relief to know that even the ones I would have considered heroes of the show, have some kind of fault that gives in the frailty of their thoughts and situations. They are just human after all. It takes some of the pressure off to be perfect.
Last year, I have gone back to college to finish my bachelor’s. Unfortunately, even up to this point, I am having a really hard time deciding what I want as a career. I have been going back and forth with different options. I have mulled over my transcripts, I have no problem going into anything that I put my mind to do. The problem is, I don’t know what I want. This has been very frustrating for me in my adult life. I’m not getting any younger.
I finally realize that this sense of lost has to be a result of my upbringing. (Once, again, thanks a lot!) I don’t think it helped that I came from a traditional family that imposed family responsibility on kids. Meaning, that kids are supposed to be doing something in life in which they can bring in money to support their parents as they get older. I don’t disagree with this, I feel that kids should take care of their parents when the time comes. The problem is, is that, everything had to revolve around the financial means. I wanted to take up photo journalism when I first got out of high school. But, of course, my parents didn’t approve because there wasn’t enough money or demand for it. They, instead, forced me to go into nursing. (Of course, I made sure I didn’t have a chance of doing that.)
This imposed financial purpose greatly suppressed my creative side. I had to put aside my love of anything that is artistic and pleasing in my sight. (The only artistic thing I can feast my eyes on were eye candies.) So now that I have had time to sit at home and not feel like I have to do something just to make sure my kids survive, I find myself looking at web sites that catch my eye. And I can’t help but drool over them and be envious of the people that can create such things. For a long time I’ve had to ignore that feeling because I just figured its something not "practical" again to be in. Well, my interest hasn’t waned over the years. The very idea of digital art still excites me. I think I’m going to have to take that plunge. Because everytime I try to picture myself doing something else, I just don’t get that excited about it. It feels more like weight on my shoulders. And I’ve already had enough of that in my years.
Every year my husband and I usually take the kids out to go trick or treating for Halloween. It is always fun for them no matter how crowded it is, how cold or whether they even get as much candy. Before them, I never really celebrated Halloween in my adult life. It is something I didn’t grow up with as a tradition in the Philippines. We usually have an All Saints’ Day where we go to the cemetery and celebrate the lives of love ones that have passed away. It was usually fun and meaningful. Celebration usually lasted a night or two where we slept at the cemetery, eating and drinking.
This year I told the family that we’re not doing Halloween. For one, I can’t walk too far in my pregnancy state without having to use the restroom every five minutes when I’m moving around. Two, the flu season seems to be active this year with the H1N1 tagging along it. Three, I thought it was time for the kids to realize that it shouldn’t always be about what you can get or what you’re missing out on.
Fortunately, my daughter decided to start writing on WordPress and wanted to write about Halloween. So heard a bit about the origins of Halloween and decided to read more on it. She found that it was originally created to worship a pagan god. This went against what she believes in as far as Christ being her Savior. At first she was still disappointed about not being able to dress up and go out. But the sad mood didn’t last long. And my son didn’t seem to really care for it.
Instead of trick or treating, we went to eat at IHOP and had a family dinner. After that, we went to Wal-mart to buy candies that we actually wanted. I let them indulge the whole weekend on the goodies. We had some extra for anyone that would come by. But our doorbell didn’t ring once that night. I was surprised that my daughter wasn’t sadden at all by this. She actually liked the fact that she was getting more goodies for herself. This definitely was a treat.
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