Nevergirl’s

… and homesick, and I spent most of today talking to these kids over the phone. I can’t wait for sembreak so they can come visit. It makes me laugh how, even though I’m several hundred air miles away, they let me bully them. Just today, I ordered them to be each other’s dinner date every Sunday.

“I’ll go broke taking out to Sunday dinners a girl who’s not even my girl friend!” my brother complained.

“Your ate will fund the date. She’ll add to your allowance, don’t worry,” said Wett, laughing.

I had to butt in on this, naturally. “Funding is applicable only to this girl. Where other girls are concerned, you’ll have to use your money.”

When the sister a.k.a Sunday date was informed of the arrangement, she balked. “Ngik. I don’t want to date Kuya.”

Several minutes and a little arm-twisting later, the two siblings who are on constant bickering mode agreed to meet at exactly 7pm, every Sunday.

See what I mean? I’m a horrid, horrid bully.

And, I miss these kids so.

Really, really miss these kids so.

I’ll go drown this sadness in queso real-flavored ice cream.

Bye.

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I’ve flu. So do the girls. This is going to be one long weekend. The only person at home who’s happy is the man, who can’t wait to start his life as a miller. Yep, he’s taking over milling operations effective today, and from what he tells me, it’s much more fun compared to doing truck parts inventory hahaha!

On a non-flu related note, I’ve resolved to try thinking six beautiful thoughts before breakfast. Alice of Wonderland wanted to believe in six impossible things; I’m keeping my expectations manageable by gunning for ‘beautiful’ instead. You see, I  don’t have problems believing in the impossible; my father raised me to believe I CAN do anything—move mountains if I have to; it’s the wonderful I can’t fully subscribe to. So yeah, that’s the plan. I hope I can think six beautiful thoughts before breakfast, every day of the week. I hope you enjoy your weekend, too, kids. Drink lots of water, and load up on Vitamin C. Think six beautiful thoughts before breakfast, and remind yourself just before you walk out the door no one’s ever too old to

1. believe in kindness

2. write love letters on paper napkins

3. or go walking in the garden, in the moonlight, just because.

I know these days we don’t have to walk far to find sadness and misery; shit knows where to find us. But, always keep in mind that no one can fuck up your life for you—no one has that much power over you; no one should. So, live beautifully. Remind yourself to live beautifully because you can, because you choose to.  To my girl friends who are going through difficult times: quietly, kindly, gently. Tough times don’t last; tough people do.

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I like boots. I like wearing them with dresses.

I have one problem, however.

Boots sex up outfits, and I need sexing up like I need Christmas cards in February. You have no idea how depressing it is not to boot up as often as I’d like for this reason. Before we moved here, I actually thought I’d have more reasons than usual to wear boots. Heck, we’re moving to the boondocks. What better reason to go a’boot-wearing than that?

The boondocks, it turned out, was even more conservative than the man and I combined. That’s a lot of conservative, I tell you, because while the man and I appear liberal-minded, at heart we’re really just two probinsyanos who grew up saying the rosary every night.

So, anyway, the last time I wore boots, I had to cover up with a huge-ass jacket so I don’t look slutty. Meet my boots, liquid leggings, and tired face.

These are why I’m blogging about boots now. These babies came in the mail.

They’re a birthday present from Iris who’s booting up like mad herself, and I still haven’t worn them because I’ve yet to figure out how to wear them and still look wholesome. For some reason, boots sex up even a shirt and leggings combo. No, scratch that. Boots sex up anything. Boots are sexy on their own, no?

So yeah, wish me luck. I’m wearing these babies tomorrow. I hope the man doesn’t take one look at me and then ask me to change. He does sometimes hahaha!

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