Other than the fact that the rainy season is upon us and vacation time is slowly grinding to a halt, the fact that I can feel that my joints need a little oiling signals that June is upon us. And that means I’ll be turning a year older…OLDER!!!
Darn, I actually feel old this time around. Seriously. Thanks to my doctor BIL, I found out that I’ve got swollen ligaments on my right elbow. He prescribed me some meds that, according to my sister, is usually taken by oldies for their creaking bones. Just to elucidate what I mean, when I told her I was taking them she gave me a half smile with a bit of a sneer. Ok, I get it.
But other than getting older, the hubs and I will be celebrating our 10th year of married bliss. Not this June but in November. And despite my aging limbs, I have every intention of celebrating. I would have wanted to don the white dress again however, the body can’t. I need to check out some plus sized wedding dresses if I decide to push through with this.
Also, to cap my 44th year on this earth, we’ll be moving to our spanking new house. And that is the cherry on top of my cake.
Yesterday was my 9th wedding anniversary. Nope, we didn’t do anything out of the ordinary. The day started out just like any day. I prepared breakfast, drove the kids to school, attended to some errands, picked up the kids, cooked dinner, helped the kids with their homework, had dinner, went to bed. In that order. Truth of the matter is, the hubby was even late for dinner. It was just like any day save for the fact that we greeted each other a mushy “Happy Anniversary” in the morning and before sleeping.
But it doesn’t change the fact that it was our 9th wedding anniversary.
Its been 2 days since the big celebration. And I wasn’t part of it. I didn’t even watch it on TV. Why? I wasn’t interested. Why? Same old, same old.
When the big revolt happened 25 years ago, I was a college freshman who happened to be amongst the big players of the said revolt. I remember having 3 Huey’s land on the football field right beside our building why I was having a Theology class. I remember helping the numerous other students silk-screen propoganda posters on old newspapers at the college quad and having the president announce on a bullhorn that whoever wasn’t back in class in 5 minutes would be suspended. I remember going to PICC for the quick count and being beside some provincial governors. I remember going to Mendiola to check out the protesters and standing beside a barbed wire fence and cutting off a piece of the wire for posterity. I remember going to Quezon Avenue when the tanks passed and there were rioters who started throwing stones at it.
Then I remember going to Edsa with my parents. We stood at the side gate of Camp Crame not knowing that Ramos was doing his famous jump at another gate. We were all wondering why there was thunderous applause. For me, it was fun. We were with friends. It actually felt like a party. But that was from a 17-year old’s mind. That was then.
Now I’m thinking, what happened? Really…what happened? Nuff said.
Its a portable massager….or a mini-spaceship.
Adi turns 6 in two days. How time flies…really. I can still remember when I gave birth to her, rather vividly. I can’t believe its been 6 years since.
Between the 2 kids, its Adi who likes celebrating her birthday. Gaby will be happy just to have dinner out with the family. Adi wants a party. And can you believe, I actually saw her browsing through a catalog of cell phones last week. Of course, she pointed out what she wanted to get for her birthday.
For the record, there are only 2 things she wants….an Ipad or a cellphone. So if anyone wants to make this kid happy, you know what to get her.