I quit
I have had enough so I quit.
Una’s first Summer Splash
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Una had her first summer fun at the beach for the year last Saturday. I took her to our company beach outing and my little fish took to the water like a true mermaid except for some minor flops: she called the dolphins SHARK and she slipped while in the baby pool after her first attempt at splashing. The water was half a foot deep and she cried those fat little teardrops with all the passion of a drama queen, which was more from embarrassment than pain. I wasn’t surprised when she cried at lunch because she didn’t want to eat at all – all she wanted to do was to wade in the water. She wasn’t even scared to try the slide… and my stomach churned every time she went down the winding slide and then splash. The bigger the wave she made the happier she was. At some point, she demanded to get out of her floater and out of my arms. The ambitious brat! Of course I dropped her… and picked her when I saw that she couldn’t swim. Hahaha! She didn’t even complain. Before we head home, we collected some shells for souvenir. But before we could near the beach, I have to coax her for she didn’t want to go near the water – DIRTY! … because of the seaweeds. The bratty baby is now brown all over. I told her she’s all tanned and pretty. She looked in the mirror and smiled at herself. |
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Barely Breathing Lyrics
I know what you’re doing,
I see it all too clear
I only taste the saline when I kiss away your tears
You really had me going, wishing on a star
But the black holes that surround you are heavier by far
I believed in your confusion, you were so completely torn
Well it must have been that yesterday was the day that I was born
There’s not much to examine, there’s nothing left to hide
You really can’t be serious if you have to ask me why
I say good-bye…
‘Cause I am barely breathing
And I can’t find the air
I don’t know who I’m kidding
Imagining you care
And I could stand here waiting
A fool for another day
But I don’t suppose it’s worth the price, worth the price
The price that I would pay
A glass of margarita and 10 shots of Tequila
It’s Friday. I should be ecstatic but I am not.
This morning, I woke up to find Una with her friends from our neighborhood. I asked her what her new friend’s name and she answered: Mickey Mouse. The new friend stared at me like am some ghost and when I looked in the mirror, I saw a banshee with kohl-rimmed eyes. I gave them some crackers and hotdogs on stick and they had a capital time coordinating each bite, sipping their plastic cups - they were even trying to sit in the same position.
They were watching Barney on video and every time a familiar song would play, all 3 of them would sing in this sweet but incomprehensible way. My little boy as expected wanted to crash into the party. The poor thing can’t walk yet but was trying to grab their dangling legs and use them to propel him into an upright position. At some point, he gave up and instead played with his cup on the floor. He kept rolling the cup and then he would scream every time it would roll under a furniture. You can hear him crying this NING, NING sound.
It is always comforting to watch kids at play. Una and Santi always have this rough-and-tumble play and it always end up in either of them crying. No, don’t assume that Una has the upper hand since she’s older and more coordinated. Santi uses his weight a lot and he is showing the strength of a little Hercules. Jude and I find these moments so funny that we don’t stop their play… until one of them starts to cry. Not a sign of maturity, eh?
I wish I could play like that again. Yeah, tonight I will start a pillow fight with Jude and see where it would lead. (wink) I know it will be more effective (in relaxing my frayed nerves) than a glass of margarita and 10 shots of Tequila.
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