Aaand I'm ba-ack!!!

Yeah, I've been out of sorts in the blog-o-sphere. Been busy with studies and stuff.

What stuff? Becoming a teacher. Becoming a nurse. Yep, license and all. Hoping to get hired as either or both soon!  So this blog will show that from now on: the travails of a 40-something starting out with new careers... plus a whole lot of mothering.

So, here's to getting my feet wet at my new professions!

=)K

Growing up

I guess you could say it's already at that stage, the scary stage of being a parent to a girl.  She is almost done with gradeschool and boys are starting to hang around her.  Recently, I found myself giving her a lengthier talk about boys and relationships...

While most parents dread "the talk," this has been an on-and-off topic with us.  Each time is mercifully short.  Each time made me a wee bit more paranoid.  This recent lengthier talk sent my heart doing an all out stomp-a-palooza and my mind developing images of how I can be scarier to those boys.

She is growing up.. and all too fast.  God help me be sane!

=)K

ironic, isn't it?

It's really funny how I have moved after all this time.

this same time last year, i would be short of dancing and chanting for rains for the heat there was.  this year, I want it to rain, but not as much.  I used to love the rain, to bask in it and be in glee when it falls.  now, i'm paranoid about it mostly, though sometimes I still wished that it would rain.  I would be pleasantly surprised when there is rainfall but I would wish for it to end very soon.

got the flood to blame for that.  

I never thought I'd be so bipolar about something as uncontrollable as rain.

curled up

i had asked to

curl up in some hole

to let time, the world

move one without me

not to mind me

to let me be

i had been happy

thinking i could be

invisible, unnoticed

unknown by most

left alone

just alone

yet i asked you

to truly know me

love me, need me

to understand who i am

see the real me

touch me deeply

then i got frustrated

because you were there

of the world, with the world

going forward and moving

looking elsewhere

not seeing me

not knowing me