down with malevolence!

today as we celebrate international human rights day, let us take small but concrete steps to eradicate injustices in this world, whether minute or monumental, whether personal or phenomenal. down with malevolence! down with impunity! down with the power-trippers!

unloved

if i were you...i'd be singing this right now:

nobody loves me. everybody hates me. i'm gonna eat some worms. big fat juicy worms, long thin slimy worms. first you suck the guts out....la, la, la, la, la!

boohoo, don't wanna be you!

Revelation

Yesterday was a revelation.

My heroes of old were there and I was pushed back into the past, a welcome change from the oppressive present. One hero, still shining and true, remains.

A new one, recently discovered showed how heroism is not only of the kind that speaks to crowds to inspire. It can be a song or years dedicated to the academe. Or a helping hand when it is needed.

Another hero from the past, remained true as always, with his booming voice and unwavering commitment to the true and the just.

Yet another hero from the past, peeked out and came ressurrected, if only for a fleeting moment. I hope that he remembers who he was and what he stood for.

To heroes, past, present and constant. Thank you for the light you give when darkness abounds.

each day is a blessing

anzo has been having high fever since yesterday. i am praying that it is just viral and not dengue or anything more serious. what bothers me most is that he is complaining that his head hurts very badly.

all this while i have to prepare a pleading for a client at ola and of course catch up on my reading for class.

last night, i got really angry at miggy this time for not doing his homework properly and quickly. usually it is jam who gets scolded for such.

afterwards, miggy and i went out to buy what he needed for his projects.

i asked him and jam whether they wanted me to just quit law school as it frustrates me so much that i feel so incompetent and inadequate as a mother and performing so dismally as a law student. why not just focus on being a better mother and give up the dream of graduating from law school and passing the bar?

but they both told me to go on, having suffered and sacrificed so much, particularly with our difficult circumstances. what with miggy still battling leukemia and me having to be both mother and father to the three of them?

so, in the wee hours of the morning, i took care of anzo until his temperature went down from 38.8 to normal and he was asleep again.

then i did the revisions to the pleading.

yes, each day is a blessing.

God is good and merciful and by God's grace, we will survive all these.

Thank you, dear God, for every day that you give me.

Help me to be a better mother and a better person.

Please protect my babies and help them grow up to healthy, happy and good persons.

Thank you.

The Day Anzo Finds Christmas

On Christmas eve, little Anzo was playing with his toys in his room.

Anzo went out of the house and looked up at the sky.

He wondered out loud, “I can hear christmas carols everywhere.”

Anzo looked out to the neighbor’s house and saw christmas decor and bright lights.

They all looked very pretty and gay.

Anzo walked around the garden and thought, “Christmas is a happy time for everyone. But I wonder what it is really all about?”

While Anzo was sitting near the flowerbeds in the garden, he heard something. Suddenly, a reindeer appeared beside him, coming out of nowhere.

The reindeer said, “Hi, my name is Dancer. I am waiting for my master, St. Nicholas.”

Anzo asked Dancer why he was waiting for his master in Anzo’s garden.

Dancer said, “Every year, each of Santa’s reindeer get to visit a boy who wants to know what Christmas is all about. This year, I though that maybe I should visit you because I heard you asking yourself what Christmas is about.”

Anzo said, “Oh, really. Thank you for coming to visit me! Where is St. Nicholas now?”

Dancer told Anzo that St. Nicholas is in one of the nearby houses visiting a sick boy, bringing him toys.

Suddenly, Anzo saw what St. Nicholas was doing, like he was right there in front of St. Nicholas.

Anzo saw that St. Nicholas was talking to the little boy while the boy lay down on the bed, looking very pale and sick.

Anzo also noticed that the boy was also very happy even if he was lying in bed and was not feeling well.

Anzo now knows that Christmas is all about love and giving and sharing with your loved ones.

Today, Anzo learned that it can also be Christmas every day, if people love one another and give and share every day.

Anzo learned that Christmas is all about love.

losing sleep, losing sight

been losing sleep these past few months. more so, these past few weeks.

but the sleepless nights affords me some new perspective on things.

earlier today, i was also losing heart.

but at the end of the day, three things went right for me:
(1) a friend has not lost hope after all;
(2) a client has closed one door and opened another for himself;
(3) my son is fine despite two mishaps today.

and some quality time spent with my kids, my daughter especially, set things right for me.

and an added bonus came around midnight.

yes, despite all the muck dished out at me by fate, circumstance or sheer lack of humanity, life is still good to me.

so, take that world indeed!

what happened to you

it used to be that i believed that you stood for the true, the good and the just.

you were so high up there with your friends, that is until, the other one gave me my first 5.0 ever.

what happened to you?

where is the kind gentle person we used to talk and laugh with?

where is the sensitive man who tells us how his daughter got sick in new york and what an ordeal it was?

where is the kind and soft-spoken person who smiles at me even before i say "hi, sir" to him?

what happened to you?

wake up, malevolent

“Justice is the first virtue of social institutions,
as truth is of systems of thought.
A theory however elegant and economical
must be rejected or revised if it is untrue;
likewise laws and institutions
no matter how efficient and well-arranged
must be reformed or abolished if they are unjust.

Each person possesses an inviolability
founded on justice
that even the welfare of society as a whole
cannot override.”
- John Rawls, A Theory of Justice

I'm nobody! Who are you?

I'm nobody! Who are you?

newfound friends, godspeed

i hope you are okay. that you survived the clutches of malevolent. godspeed.

to malevolent and malevolent's minion

karma.

monday morning

monday morning rush is not the same as it was back when i was still a meager-salary-earning minion in what is now the poor third largest bank in the country.

monday mornings are blurry goodbyes and getting a peck on the cheek from my daughter and older son and snuggling with and giving milk to my three-year old. then, waking up to do two or three loads of the never-ending baskets of soiled clothing. and breakfast with my terrible-tempered but infinitely adorable toddler.

if i take a moment, stop and take in everything, i just might realize that this is the life i envisioned back when i was still strapped to the eight-hour grind. my older kids would have to content themselves with calling me several times on the phone just to hear my voice. now, my toddler is with me twenty to twenty-two hours in a day. i am not with him only when he is in school or when i am in school.

sure, there are rough spots, but this is indeed the life i envision myself to be living. the perfect life for me and my kids. time together.

screw law school. it would have been a bonus if i could have done a marvelous juggling act and come out as an exceptional student. but alas i am not one of those purple feather flaunting bigheads like malevolent.

no worries though, my kids are okay and i am happy and nothing else matters.

friday night

friday night at home with the kids. oh yes, this is the life indeed. except the toddler fell asleep already after begging me for attention and repeated pleas to play with him.

there ola stuff done, report emailed to SL and the kids are tired, jam from her field trip and miggy from school and the entire day's activities.

at least, i am home with the kids. they are safe and healthy. we have no more worries than the ones that usually plague us. malevolent's sword momentarily unstuck from my back and discarded for the weekend.

i thank God for my kids, the center of my existence.

yes, i am blessed.

what goes around should come around

I ask you, malevolent one, why do you act like there is no God to whom you are answerable?

Oh yes, I forgot, you are proud to be an atheist. So shall it be.

Remember when your precious one got sick. I doubt if it never entered your brilliant mind to call on Anyone for help.

Go on, continue to forget what we once thought you stood for.

Be careful too of that what you wish for, and what you are sowing now, lest these catch up on you soon.

Who the Hell Are You?

"I'm nobody! Who are you?
Are you nobody too?
Then there's a pair of us.
Don't tell---they'd banish us, you know.

-Emily Dickinson

so long suckers

yes, you are right. it is merely a number. it does not quantify your knowledge or one's self-worth.

you're right it is subjective, depending on the whims, caprices and spitefulness of the giver/bestower.

you're right, there is life after the UP College of Law. the life i should have been living instead of this hellish existence.

must go on fighting

too often, the temptation to just thrown in the towel is just too enticing. after all, why should i continue to subject myself to suffering and misery when i can very well just devote myself and my entire time to my kids and be the best mother i can be? i can enjoy the days of caring and nurturing my babies without the stress and daily grind of law school. too often, the temptation strikes me and is hard to resist.

but this the coward's easy way out and i would give up one of my life goals. and my kids are all too supportive of my fight to finish law school and be a lawyer.

perhaps i should not have gone to this law school. but going to this law school has been one of the goals. it was UP or bust. now it is just BUST.

new day, new challenges

that was the other week.

then everything seemed upbeat.

now it is exactly the opposite.

but like i said, the kids are fine, then everything else will be fine.

i am still so blessed.

get going.

new day, new challenges

that was the other week.

then everything seemed upbeat.

now it is exactly the opposite.

but like i said, the kids are fine, then everything else will be fine.

i am still so blessed.

get going.

November 5, 2009

Today is a beautiful day. The sun did not shine as bright as it has been wont to do in the last few days. Blame it on Pino, the 9th tropical storm to visit this month. Boohoo for my laundry as they will end up stinky again.

But there is a certain tranquil quality in the way the days flow by these days.

Despite the hassles of day to day, the harried sense that overwhelms me is conspicuously absent. I hope this isn’t temporary.

Day in, day out, there are challenges but I seem to be able to handle them more serenely sans the crazy kind of topsy turvy I usually have on those days.

Well, except for the night before the tax exam.

That was crazy. First, Anzo stuck a bead into his ear and then Jam wrecks Macmac yet again! That reduced me to a hysterical mess.

But I am able to control my reactions more now, more with it, so to speak.

I hope to continue this way.

With it, ten units to go.

OLA hell starts tomorrow, so stay with it, Misty. With it all the time.

Well, almost.

November 5, 2009

Today is a beautiful day. The sun did not shine as bright as it has been wont to do in the last few days. Blame it on Pino, the 9th tropical storm to visit this month. Boohoo for my laundry as they will end up stinky again.

But there is a certain tranquil quality in the way the days flow by these days.

Despite the hassles of day to day, the harried sense that overwhelms me is conspicuously absent. I hope this isn’t temporary.

Day in, day out, there are challenges but I seem to be able to handle them more serenely sans the crazy kind of topsy turvy I usually have on those days.

Well, except for the night before the tax exam.

That was crazy. First, Anzo stuck a bead into his ear and then Jam wrecks Macmac yet again! That reduced me to a hysterical mess.

But I am able to control my reactions more now, more with it, so to speak.

I hope to continue this way.

With it, ten units to go.

OLA hell starts tomorrow, so stay with it, Misty. With it all the time.

Well, almost.

November 5, 2009

Today is a beautiful day. The sun did not shine as bright as it has been wont to do in the last few days. Blame it on Pino, the 9th tropical storm to visit this month. Boohoo for my laundry as they will end up stinky again.

But there is a certain tranquil quality in the way the days flow by these days.

Despite the hassles of day to day, the harried sense that overwhelms me is conspicuously absent. I hope this isn’t temporary.

Day in, day out, there are challenges but I seem to be able to handle them more serenely sans the crazy kind of topsy turvy I usually have on those days.

Well, except for the night before the tax exam.

That was crazy. First, Anzo stuck a bead into his ear and then Jam wrecks Macmac yet again! That reduced me to a hysterical mess.

But I am able to control my reactions more now, more with it, so to speak.

I hope to continue this way.

With it, ten units to go.

OLA hell starts tomorrow, so stay with it, Misty. With it all the time.

Well, almost.

lose some

After a brief respite, the fates or the cosmos or whatever it is, is at it again. This time with a vengeance.

But never mind, as long as my kids are fine, everything is fine.

Thanks, friends, family, Bob, but most of all, Dear God, for my three babies who are my sole reason to go on.

another day

new day,
new blessings,
new challenges.

best to just go on
and do what best i can.

thank you for my precious babies
and whatever little blessings come my way.

blessed.

win some, lose some

such is the way of life and the world.

you gain a bit, you lose some.

but one just has to go on.

roll with the punches.

it ain't ever gonna be a walk in the park.

thank you for the lifeline

today, i check my email and see that one professor has allowed me to extend the deadline for the paper for a day or two. this is one of the few lucky breaks i have, when i am cut some slack where i expected none. thanks, sir. for you and for the other humane professors i dedicate my effort to pass the bar on the first try. thank you.

Appeal

Sir, may I humbly request for your kind consideration and allow me to enroll this semester at the College of Law in order for me to finish my law degree. According to Prof. Lumba, I may not enroll due to the double probation rule of the College of Law.

However, may I be allowed to point out that my grades have been slowly but steadily improving despite my extremely difficult personal circumstances.

Sir, I humbly ask that you allow me to continue with my studies at the College. I believe that my extraordinarily difficult circumstances have made it extremely difficult for me to cope with the rigors of law studies.

Foremost of my difficulties is the fact that when I enrolled in the College of Law my son was just diagnosed with Acute Lymphocytic Leukemia (ALL). Thus while I was starting and adjusting to my law studies, I had to attend to my son as he underwent intensive chemotherapy for one whole year.

On top of the symptoms of his illness, he had to contend with severe side effects brought on by the chemo drugs like drastically weakened immune system and drug-induced alopecia. My son stopped schooling for one year because he underwent chemotherapy daily and we had to deal with the adverse effects of the medicine. His condition became even worse when he was often confined for numerous infections. I feared greatly for his life because given the gravity of his illness, even the common cold could be fatal.

For weeks on end, we would stay in the hospital until he was stable enough to be cared for at home. I frequently went to class coming from the hospital and straight back to my son’s side after classes were over. My very difficult first year of law school was also the time when I was undergoing a difficult pregnancy with my third child.




But I forged on knowing that taking up law studies is one of my goals in life, notwithstanding my very difficult personal circumstances. Too many times, I wanted to quit and just devote myself to the care and rearing of my children, particularly my son who was still being treated for leukemia.

Things at home were made more difficult because although my husband is around most of the time, the tasks of primary childcare fell solely on me. When he is away on long business trips, I had to assume the responsibilities of both mother and father.

Thus, like a vicious cycle, the chronic depression stemming from my son’s sickness was made worse by how badly I was doing at the College.

But it was my family, my kids in particular, who encouraged me to go on, because they know that pursuing and succeeding in my law studies is one way for me to be a better mother to them and ultimately, a better and more complete person.

Indeed it is ironic that the rigors of law school helped me cope with my problems because it took my mind off the other harsher realities in my life.

Now, my son has finished his three years of chemotherapy and is back in school like the happy boy he was before he got sick. My grades are also improving greatly as evidenced by my 1.81 GWA this past semester.

Sir, my kids and I had high hopes for all of us this year. We were gearing up for a big year this year because should my son hurdle this year up until second quarter of 2010, he will already be declared cured from his illness.

That means he would be free from innumerable and endless blood tests and even more painful bone marrow extractions. This year, my daughter would also finish grade school and my youngest child his first year of school. I would also have completed my law studies.

Sir, I am already in my fifth year and it is something I am supremely proud of, having gone this far given all the trials I have been through to get here.

I also just finished summer OLA with quite possibly one of the heaviest caseloads I inherited from four previous interns. I have completed most of the core courses and the required number of electives for the degree. I am almost done and I only need to take OLA 2, Tax, Succession and Supervised Legal Research.

I humbly appeal for your kind consideration to allow me to enroll this semester. I have gone through all the four years, barely making it past the required grade point average despite my very difficult circumstances.

I am almost at the finish line and the GWA I have now is something that I worked so hard for considering the endless stumbling blocks thrown at me along the way.

I also know that finishing the degree is just the beginning, as I set my sights and gather my bearings for the even greater challenge of hurdling the bar exams.

Sir, allow me to make the solemn promise that I will only take the bar exams when I feel that I am sufficiently prepared to do so. I have gone too far amidst so many challenges to rush taking the bar. I owe it to my children, for all their love and support all these years, that I will only take the bar once and succeed on the first try.

I also understand and acknowledge any academic units that I enroll while my appeal is pending with the Appeals Committee headed by the Dean of the College of Law will be considered void should the Committee decide against allowing me to re-enroll in the College.

I therefore ask that you kindly consider my appeal for another chance to prove myself worthy of graduating from this great institution.

Thank you very much.

Just Walk On By

There are days when the sun shines down on me and I feel how fortunate I am. But the days when I feel like everything is just so screwed up and that the universe is again dumping some cosmic joke on me, when everything seems to be going wrong.

Lately, I just keep moving along even with the bumps along the way. It must be my advancing age and the sense that I really do not have much time to sit and ponder like I used to. So when all else fails, I look at my three lovely kids and tell myself that God loves me and this is his purpose for me. The rest is just a bonus and entirely up to me.

happy scatterbrain

it's exams time and papers are due. as usual i am in a mad rush to try and finish the papers and study while trying to take care of the kids, especially the terrible toddler.

it's hard juggling motherhood with studying at THE college of law. there are no excuses whatsoever. not when i have a sick child to attend to and two other kids. not where there are some who juggle being top 5 of the batch while trying to go win the ms. universe title. not where there are professionals who are not allowed to go on leave whose parents just died and had a stroke. not where there are no reasons valid enough to constitute exceptionally difficult circumstances.

nope, there are no excuses at all.

still, i'd rather be a straggler, as we are called.

better that. than a cheater. or worse, a killer.

Goddess and the Beast

Some people are not comfortable with the idea of private blogs or journals.
But hey, if you come across one of these, you don’t have to read it, you know. It’s not like it’s criminal, unlike pornography. So, live and let live, dude.
There is a downside to having your thoughts published online though.
Not long ago, Masigasig and (Feeling) Makisig were both after Dyosa.
Dyosa kept a blog that she thought was private.
Masigasig searched the net for traces of Dyosa’s footsteps, enamored as he was with her. And lo and behold, he found her most innermost thoughts and some intimate details in the wonderful wide world of the Internet. And that is how he found the way to her heart and eventually won her sweet “oo”.
(Feeling) Makisig, on the other hand, jilted and a tad too bitter, also read Dyosa’s blog. To this day, he swears that Dyosa wrote in one of her blogs that she had to choose between smarts and looks, and he definitely was the one with the looks.
Disclaimer: The chararcters and circumstances of this love story are “fictitional” and only very closely resemble a certain love story in this law school.

Getting kicked

Recent events in my unremarkable life have shaken my belief in the goodness of human nature and have cemented my belief that indeed the presumption should not be one of good faith but that of bad faith.
Call it what you like: midlife crisis, depression, identity crisis.
The point is, individuals, entities and everyone whom I put complete confidence and faith on turned out to be total duds.
This here is a classic example of how absolute power corrupts. Or was it just a simple case of good old human nature showing its basic corruption.
In any case, shit be told, nothing matters anymore. Now, on to getting that blasted degree and possibly the opportunity of acing the freaking senseless utterly pointless exams.

Fast Facts, Fast Food

Kids these days are just so lucky. To crank up a paper, all they have to do is google what they need to know about ala-Becky Bloomwood and voila, they get several thousand hits at least.
On the internet, websites are usually helpful for some of the basic stuff you need to know. That is what the net is usually good for. Information at your fingertips at the speed of light. Well, practically.
But separating good material from fodder is another thing altogether.
Now, as in the olden days, to do good research, one must still sometimes wade through musty, dusty, moldy books in the library and even the archives.
In fact, when you find good material on Google it’s often just on preview. You still have to purchase the book. Sometimes you strike gold on the net but there’s still nothing like a good old fashioned book to impart a bit of knowledge.
After all, there is a big difference between cooking 2-minute noodles with ready-made sauce, and conjuring a delight using only the choicest, freshest ingredients, all cooked lovingly to gustatory perfection.
And once again, Virginia, you should know that Wikipedia shouldn’t be anywhere a freakin’ ponencia.

FLOPSUCKS!

Last week, my daughter and I went to have lunch at the TechnoHb and decided to try a restaurant that belonged to a chain of restaurants that were among our favorites.
Shortly after we ordered, the waiter ventured that they had free wifi and promptly gave me the password.
However, I had difficulty connecting after re-typing the password and changing the airport configuration countless times.
After we had our lunch, the waiter solicitously inquired if I already successfully connected. No, I said.
I tried again while waiting for dessert. Still no luck.
Dessert came and went but still no wifi. The bill came and still nada.
So we just paid and left. And I thought that was that.
Days later, Dyosa and Makisig narrated to me how they were duped into spending a considerable amount in exchange for non-existent wifi.
Turns out that they went to Starbucks, found out there was no wifi and transferred to the resto.
I agree with Dyosa that the food was over-priced considering it wasn’t exceptional, only served in huge plates to create the impression that servings were generous.
But what riles me the most is the blatant misrepresentation.
Shame on you, bloody fakers!

To Jam, My Princess

August 25, 2009

Dear Jam, my lovely Princess,

Today after bringing you to school, I walked around the academic oval seeing that it was a bright sunny day, so not like the ambivalent weather of the past few days, weeks even. I had to enjoy the walk even as I had to hurry back home to finish the laundry so the clothes would dry properly.
I purposefully left the iPod Shuffle and the iPhone so I could walk around and think while walking the sunken garden. It has been years since I have done that, just walking around once or twice around the academic oval with just my thoughts to accompany me.
I wanted to walk a mile (or 2 or so kilometers) in your shoes, trying to see how difficult it is for you without those earphones plugged into your ears all the time. And I realized how it may indeed be difficult for you, to be without the earphones stuck into your ears every single time.
I’m afraid we are turning into those cliche mother and daughters who fight over the most insignificant things in an endless battle of wills as I recall our argument earlier over your speech in Filipino.
I wish there were some manual or any sort of how-to guide to go through the coming difficult years. I know you promised me that you will never be like one of those teenagers in movies who yell and curse at their moms.
But your dagger looks and careless shrug feels far more difficult to deal with and hurtful than a slew of words hurled at me. At least if you were yelling at me you are least trying to communicate with me. Sort of.
You used to love having me kiss and hug you all the time. Now, you pull away instead whenever I wish to hug or kiss you, giving me a taste of the dismissive air that you so regularly bestow on your archenemy, Miggy. Please do not do that.
Jam, I wish there was some way I could tell you that your time is better used reading and doing more productive things than obsessing about your nails without you immediately retreating into your shell and your room to hide from me and rant into your journal.
Moms always want what is best for you whether kids agree or not. What I want for you may not what you think is best for you now. But years from now, when you have kids of your own, and probably a headstrong daughter such as you, you will realize that you should have given some thought into what I was trying to say to you instead of telling yourself immediately that you don’t care and you don’t want to listen.
Right now, there are three things I wish for you: (1) that you rediscover the joy of reading and the challenge of reading more enriching things such as the classics; (2) that you realize that your nails and your hair do not define you, rather the way you groom and how you carry yourself (and your table manners); (3) that sometimes there are more important things than instant gratification or immediately getting what you want when you want it.
I love you, Jam, my not so little Princess. Take care of yourself and enjoy your teen years with as little pain and strife as possible. So let us not sweat the small stuff but it is important to pay attention to the fine details. We are only passing through life once, so live and love like it’s our last day everyday.
Love forever,
Mom

end of days

welcome to the end of days again
and the rush
and flurry
of deadlines
and examinations
to test how the past few months
were spent.
afterwards,
ennui.

dinosaur

What's ICT? Infotech. What do you do there? You have to blog every week, it's one of the main requirements. About what? Anything under the sun? Uh, no, but you can surf the web for any techie topic and blog about that.

So goes my introduction to this course. The exchange bolstered my false confidence that jurassic moi can survive this course. Thus I did not cancel my enlistment even as i had to wait for two whole days to prerog all the other classes that CRS so efficiently unenlisted me from in all three batches of pre-enlistment. So much for the efficiency and convenience of CRS. The experience was a throwback to my undergraduate enlistment days.

A few illustrations of how technologically-challenged I am: (1) I paid for several months of blackberry services for Globe which I inadvertently activated on my old P990i phone; (2) my two older kids (aged 11 and 9) learned how to surf the internet via cellphone the same time I did; (3) I also paid under protest almost three years worth of PLDT myDSL fees which I could not maximize because of poor service connection in our area. 

Of course, only I would take that long to figure that out. Now, my husband and kids are so much happier with Bayantel DSL. Not me, though because I still don't know which thingamajig gets plugged where without help.

So today, I lug my trusty laptop to the library to write the blog and to download our readings for tomorrow. Wonder of wonders, I configure all by myself the network preferences without much hassle considering the multitude of airport networks at the College. Then, I found the website in a flash.

Then, I got invited to the groups in no time at all. Except I almost posted in our International Environmental Law blogsite for a moment there. With fingers crossed, I may post this without any more hullabaloo. And maybe, my techie luck is starting to turn. Such that I will not feel so bad when my two-year old son sometimes calls me, "Dinosaur" instead of Mom.

split personality

avatar mode day.
one part, struggling student and intern.
one part, struggling mother.
one part, struggling wife.
come up for air.

Meet Maxine

I break free from all that guilt and forge on knowing what I need and want and what I have to do.

new year, twelve years

here's to twelve years and the coming ones.

hope that the next ones will be better and more sane than the previous ones.

again, my eternal gratitude for my three lovely angels.

slave to the grind

another day that ends in weariness down to the bone.

uncle ed

we visited uncle ed in the hospital today. he seems fine but is in bad shape. we all pray for his speedy recovery.

jam!

my baby is not a little girl anymore. how time flies!

jam!

my baby is not a little girl anymore. how time flies!

back to the grind

only a few days into the new year and already the pace is so hectic, i can barely catch my breath. the trick is to go on and on, plowing through and finishing the myriad endless tasks along the way. hugs and kisses from the kids sustain me. this is a new year, a new leaf and a new chance to push my life on the right track. go, misty!

irritation

when the mood strikes, one feels like one can accomplish what one sets to achieve. however, the nitty gritty is a different matter altogether.
but just keep going. no matter what the odds, the challenges or obstacles along the way. you can never put a good woman down.

new year

time to cut losses and maximize strengths. but first things first.