WHEN I'M AN OLD LADY...

WHEN I'M AN OLD LADY...

( I just made up the title of this material, 

this is an excerpt from a book of Francis Kong, 

"Why Don't You Grow Up... (Dad)?"  

and this one is seriously dedicated to my son, Jee.  Tears were rolling down my cheeks while laughing so hard when I was reading this!)

When I'm an old lady, I'll live with my son,

and make his life happy and filled with such fun,

I want to pay back all the joy he's provided,

returning each deed.  Oh, he'll be so excited...

when I'm an old lady and live with my son.

I'll write on the wall with red, white, and blue;

and bounce on the furniture wearing my shoes.

I'll drink from the carton and then leave it out.

I'll stuff all the toilets and oh, will he shout!...

when I'm an old lady and live with my son.

When he's on the phone and just out of reach,  

I'll get into things like sugar and bleach.

Oh, he'll snap his fingers and then shake his head,

and when he is done I'll hide under the bed....

when I'm an old lady and live with my son.

When my son's wife cooks dinner and calls me to meals,

I'll not eat my greens or salads congealed.

I'll gag on my okra, spill milk on the table,

and when she gets angry, run fast as I'm able...

when I'm an old lady and live with my son.

I'll sit close to the TV, thru the channels I'll click,

I'll cross both my eyes to see if they stick,

I'll take off my socks and throw one away,

and play in the mud until the end of the day...

when I'm an old lady and live with my son.

And later, in bed, I'll lay back sighing,

and thank God in prayer and then close my eyes;

and my son will look down with a smile slowly creeping, 

and say with a groan, " she's so sweet when she's sleeping,"

........when I'm old lady and live with my son.

Finally, We're Home!

The latter part of May and the whole month of June were very toxic yet ecstatic  days for me.  Toxic because that was the time when the "moving out" of our old home and the "moving in" to our new one interfaced.  We spent the most part of May transferring our stuff almost everyday to the new house and cleaning it up... And on June, we had to prepare the house as we see it fit for our preferences as we prepared ourselves to live and make it as our home. The blessing was done, and  tada! Toxic period is over.

And I was very ecstatic at the same time, I guess not just me but all of us.  We found a house we'd really love to make our home and in time for the baby to arrive. I was really depressed with our previous apartment because of the narrow living-kitchen-dining room. Plus the rat and cockroach infestation, it's as if we're living in a shack.  But God really provides.  Just when I started to lose hope of finding a better place to live and raise a family, a good and kind lady who owns a very nice and big townhouse nearby agreed for us to lease one of her units at the same rate we're paying for the "shack-ing" previous apartment. Whew! Dig this!

PREVIOUS APARTMENT             NEW TOWNHOUSE

-3 bedrooms                                      4 bedrooms w/maids quarter

-2 toilet and bath                                4 toilet and bath

-1 living-kitchen-dining room               1 living room and dining

                                                        1 kitchen and laundry area

                                                        1 upstairs family room

-no car garage/

only common parking slot                    1 own garage

                                                         1  wide terrace (in the master's)

-rat/cockroach-infested                       very wide and clean surroundings

-jalousies for windows                         glass-paneled sliding windows

-no storage room                                  storage room below the stairs

-*bad neighbors who drive their cars

inside the compound as if it's a freeway

(wished i could put up humps every 2 feet and toll gates so they'd slow down!)

I can list a lot more comparison points but  I believe I already made an impression that I just don't like but love our new house.  This is where I want to raise my family and let my kids, Jee and Julianne (and maybe more, wink, wink!), run freely in our front yard or the whole townhouse compound and worry not of  rats or cockroaches which might bite them or that they'd be run over by bad drivers ( please refer to item with asterisk * ).  Now, I guess, we're finally HOME!