Shopping for a teener = exasperating

We were rolling eyes alternately.
I think I died when he said, "This is ok. I like it."
Then he had to bug me that we needed to hurry home
for he's to watch his fave anime.
"It's the last episode!"
How many times have I heard that?
You can't rush shopping. You just don't.

waxing poetry

1. On what the inspiration was on his current artwork - a cello propped on a tree against a landscape (will post peg):

My choice of a musical instrument to draw was this cello. Imagine playing it overlooking
a mountain and lush greeneries, cool breeze. It just engulfs you, the music is engulfing.

He rambles on even when I'm only half-listening (my bad) during dinner, watching tv.

2.  On the taco feast given to him as a birthday gift by his best bud's mom:

Tita Jette ur a really great cook, the ground beef was nicely cooked, its taste was heartier
than the others I tasted, the salsa was nicely mixed, I could taste everything from the onions
down to the tomato sauce, and once I assembled the taco, it gave a very unique flavor,
it had the perfect amount of sweetness and was rather one of the best I ever had.

Yes, he was indeed soo happy with it that there was no pause in his glowing praise.

He's a taco monster.

Will his friend's mom cook for him again? She'd love too!

I'll let you in on a secret. Migz's mom, Jette, approves of Bas as her son's friend right at the onset.
Remember, how mothers could be wary of what type of friends her children could be keeping.

My Bas, according to her, is polite and well-mannered, speaks well and personable.
Imagine my disbelief erm pride ha ha! *winky-wink*

You know, I sometime think that my son is hopeless in foresight and practical sensibilities.
And despite my endless yakking, he doesn't seem to get it. And that boys have different
brain zones altogether (may have scientific basis read somewhere).

3. And how can I forget this classic more than a year ago. We were set to venture out when
I asked him if it was raining or not. He looked out the window and said:

"The dark clouds are devouring the sky."

I swear a simple yes or no would have sufficed.
But Bas, waxing poetry on that ordinary afternoon made me want to cry.
Over-actingmuch. Ha ha!

My vocabulary was not this good when I was his age.

But I remember to being always the one to write on birthday and farewell cards given to teachers
on behalf of the class.

lesson in patience

I am not a patient person. Motherhood taught me just about an ounce and I still struggle with the virtue. I can be patient the first time, but on the second and third, my fuse bursts.

For me, stupidity is not an option much less a pathetic excuse. Everyday life is no rocket science, doesn't need a brilliant mind. All you have to do is read instructions and be considerate of somebody's own space and time.

But I guess God has His smart way of outsmarting me. Or to phrase it positively, open my eyes.
Just yesterday, a virtual stranger and nobody told me: "Kapag ganon, huwag ka nang magalit,
turuan mo na lang."

*dumbfounded me* Okay.

Who does he think he is? What does he know?

I couldn't shoot back. He's a decidedly kind person and for the life of me I was catatonic-speechless.

That's rare. Hit a nerve. Unbelievable. Me and my heart of stone.

This morning, I had a test of patience with my daughter. I was calling her and she suddenly
opted to be deaf. Grrrrr.

I failed the test but had this realization. Will strive to do better in my patience barometer.

So help me God.