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I think. Or that is what the weighing scale is telling me. Either it is broken or it is tired of me stepping on it every time I use the bathroom (I put it there for ease of use). But when I stepped on it today it registered 103 lbs which was my weight last year before the holidays started. It had been a long time since I saw those numbers that I was amazed. My weight has been between 105-106 for the last few months and I have resigned to the fact that I am not going to get back to my pre-pregnancy weight. Well, I will see again tomorrow. If it reflects the same numbers then I did really lost weight. If not then perhaps it is time to buy a new weighing scale, lol. I sure hope it is for real though because much as I want to own one of the latest treadmills, we can’t afford one right now. There are more important bills we have to pay first. I will let you know how it goes tomorrow. That is if I will not forget.

This is what the husband calls my supposed diet. I have made a resolution (an addition to the numerous ones I have had just this year) to lose weight. I made a promise with one of the sisters-in-law to get rid of excess pounds so we will look good the next time we see each other. It is just I can’t seem to control my appetite. I still eat a lot although I made it a point not to eat after six o’clock in the evening. I am frustrated with myself that when I was at the drugstore I debated with myself whether I should get slimming tea or try the diet pill and see how it will work. The sister in law laughed at my dilemma and said for the diet to work I am supposed to quit eating. Hah! Like that is easy to do. Just an hour ago I had my favorite Cajun club from Zaxby’s. So good! Well, wish me luck, lol.

I went to church yesterday and I finally got the chance to talk to the Filipino priest who officiated the mass. He was nice and he even invited me to join the rest of the parishioners for breakfast but I declined. I was also invited to the Filipino mass that was to take place that evening but since I already attended mass that morning, I also declined. I promise to go next time though. Filipino mass is celebrated every fourth Sunday of the month and according to a very reliable source, there is plenty of food afterwards. I am assuming it will all be Filipino dishes. Perhaps next time I will go so I can meet other Filipinos.

With the recent Earth Day celebrations with which the priority is to inspire awareness for the environment, a lot of people are doing their share to make their contributions. I have read blogs with authors telling their stories about supporting Earth Day in their own little ways. Subconsciously, the husband did his share by planting more grass in the yard. It may not be big and intentional but he did do it at the right time. Definitely not as huge as planting a tree but it is a start, isn’t it? I appreciate people who support to protect and preserve the environment. It does not matter how small you think is your contribution. What matters is that you helped. I searched online for more information and found out that even retailers are doing their shares as well. Like what Buy.com came up with, Green shopping, to which they inform people about certain things they can do to dispose electronics and other products among other things. I think if we keep on helping each other we will make a difference in the long run.

My father wanted to be an accountant. His father had other plans for him. He wanted him to be a teacher which prompted my father to do everything to defy the older guy’s orders to no avail. He ended up getting an education degree and taught for years before deciding to further his career. He is now a school administrator. No more kids to teach, no lessons to plan. And the best thing, he gets to visit schools and be around people more than before. Adults, that is. He still wonders what life would have been like had he pursued accountancy and defied his father altogether. He used to tell me he probably would have more money than he has now because banking jobs are in demand and it pays better than being a public servant. But I think he likes what he is now. Once upon a time he wanted to dictate me on what to do with my life but decided I know better what I want so he let me be. I am grateful and at the same time guilty that I did not follow his wish. If he has thoughts about what life would have been like had he defied his father, I do ask myself what life would have been like for me. Not that I don’t like where I am now and who I am with. I love my family and will never trade them for the world. But deep in my heart I have that guilt feeling that somehow I failed him in the academic aspect of my life. The one he was always been proud of when I was a kid. Perhaps one day I will be able to rectify that and make him happy. I plan on going back to school anyway not to further my degree but maybe to get another degree which will pay more when I have the time to work. Hopefully.

I did our laundry the other day and was on the process of folding the whites when something fell on the carpet with a thud. I looked down and it was a lizard! I screamed for the husband who came wondering what was wrong with me. He saw the lizard and told me not to move so the lizard will stay. I don’t think it was going to go anywhere because if it was alive (I was not sure) it surely was dizzy from the spinning dryer. Its tail was cut and he had to hunt for it too. He was annoyed at me for my reaction saying for somebody who was born in the tropics I sure reacted like it was my first time to see a lizard. To which I replied that lizards where I came from are not stupid enough to get in a dryer in the first place. We (animal and humans) basically stayed out of each others way. Well, he had the lizard disposed of and I had to do the laundry over again because there were blood stains everywhere. It was yucky but I did not have a choice. I just hope that next time there will be no more animals to get in the dryer. It will be scary if a snake gets in it.

It has been a long time since I had a pet that I don’t know anymore how to take care of one. My brother and I had a dog when we were kids and we had him for years. He was a pretty good dog until he started biting my brother for some reason. Anyway, the reason I am talking about a pet, particularly dogs, is that the little man loves them. He can be busy with a toy but when he hears a bark he perks up and runs after any dog in sight. I know it is not safe and I told him that several times, even literally stopped him but it does not deter him. I want to give in and get him a dog but I am afraid to have full responsibility of a pet right now because when we had our dog my parents basically had to take care of it. We were there just for the play time as shameful as that may sound. I don’t know anything what needs to be done when one owns a dog  here and what medicines or vitamins to get. In fact if I had not searched online about dogs I would not have known that they get arthritis and that Rimadyl can cure it. How can I possibly take care of one for my boy? Well, I need to think it over because this sure is a big responsibility. I can just imagine my boy’s happiness should I decide to get one though. Decisions, decisions.