No Talent
It was in my high school years when some of my friends discovered that they can play a music instrument. I love to sing but can’t play any piano or any music instrument. I tried the flute and piano but it’s not coming out of me naturally. Some of my friends are really good. They can play guitar no matter what time of the day. I was in college when someone gave me a guitar but it’s on display in my bedroom wall. I wish I can play the guitar. I wish it’s not too late to learn the keys and strum it. I should enroll and learn the basics and start from there.
Mother and Sister
I just finished talking to my mother and sister. I know it is not weekend yet but I was glad that my sister went online today and we were able to talk for a little bit but she had to take off as she have to school. I miss both my mom and sister. How I wish they’re here with me right now.
The Love of Gift-Giving
Valentine’s Day had just passed and I have been busy entertaining my visitors from Delaware and Florida. I honestly forgot to buy my man a Valentine’s gift. No. Erase that! We both forgot about it. We stayed home on Valentine’s Day. We figured that restaurants are crowded and there’s a long wait before you could enjoy your meal. So the next day, we’re both headed to town and found ourselves in the mall strolling looking for a special gift. My husband handed me a gift card sleeves with a generous amount inside at my favorite store. I got what I wanted that day! After all, love is in the air!
House Visitors
So my friends came over to visit me and we had lots of fun of talking, laughing, eating, drinking and playing. We had cooking sessions too. We cooked palabok, spicy noodles and baked chocolate crinkles. We stayed very late for three nights in a row, watching movies, talking and playing with our own MacBooks. It was so nice to have some company who gives so much fun in my social life. Thanks be to God for my good friends!
The Sound of Music
I appreciate the guest post, Lindsay Valdez
Last month, my son asked if they could host their band practice in our basement. After a few days of thought, I decided it wouldn’t be that bad. A few hours a week when I need to head into town to get away from the drumming noise – no biggie. Wrong, wrong, wrong. When I say “band”, I don’t mean sheet music and cymbals. I mean ear-splitting electric guitars and deafening drums. And, what I thought was a few hours a week has turned into 6-hour-a-day practices. I feel like we’re going to have to ShoPElecTRicITyRATESTEXAS.com just to pay the power bill with all these amps, microphones and lights on in the basement. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for my kids exploring their creative and musical sides, but I think I dream in guitar tunes these days. I’m going to give it a few more days and then I’m going to ‘suggest’ that the boys practice elsewhere. I hate to call it quits, but I think it’s about time one of the other band members’ families was graced with (read: endured) this symphony.