Airborne Access conked out on me after around 15 minutes of worthless browsing. Worthless, because there was really nothing new to see. Most of my good friends seem to have very little time left for blogging. Third seems to be the only one who regularly posts new stuff, and I already read his last entry around three times today.
Why am I so excited to see excerpts of other people's lives? I'm not sure. I guess I am naturally curious when it comes to people's experiences. I am not like others who can go on all day surfing sites in search of gizmos and gadgets. I prefer viewing blogs. Somehow, it makes me feel real to read about how other people feel. They make me seem normal. Today is my rest day. After bringing Denver to work, I ran off to SM Hypermarket to pay my darned Meralco and water bills. I picked up some groceries before heading home and then took Ippo to the office day care late afternoon so he could have all the running space that he wants. He can now confidently walk up the slide on his own. Yup, he climbs up the slide. He doesn't actually slide on it. Too bad it was too damn cold in the day care. We would have stayed longer had we brought blankets.
When I couldn't take the smell of shit on Ippo’s pants any longer, I took him and his yaya home and went straight here to have the last two stickers affixed on my second Starbucks Christmas Traditions Card.
I've no plans of using two planners this year. In fact, my first planner is rotting inside my closet. The second planner is a gift for my Tita Dahl who specifically asked for a Starbucks Planner. I offered her a Gonuts Doughnuts Planner which I could have purchased for less than P300, but she won’t have it. Anyway, I am happy to give her what she asked for, even if I look rather silly to be alone with two drinks on my table. I got here at around 11:00PM and had only until midnight to fill the card. The queue was wild as usual, today being the last day of obtaining stickers. I didn't want to take a chance, so I went ahead and ordered one tall hot mocha and one grande iced mocha for myself. I must look like I've been stood up by my date or something.
My Tita Dahl is extra special. I never asked her to, but she took care of me and my son from the time I was in the hospital, until Ippo was around two weeks old. I was probably around 175lbs and couldn't sit nor stand on my own. I had a fresh cut and she was with me on every trip to the bathroom and even helped me put on my knickers. I'm sure she had a hard time but she did it anyway. Nobody else has ever done that for me, and for that I am forever grateful to her.
I am excited to see the look on her face when I hand over the planner to her.
Written on Jan-31
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