It’s been four lessons since I started practicing for my g2. I must say, I feel more confident now than I did before. Never being the one to drive with anyone else but J, narrowed my thoughts of being ‘able to drive’. I spent four lessons (4 hours) with Pami. I covered, one-way routes, parallel parking, forward parking, and reverse parking. My most feared test was parallel parking, but it’s not as hard as I thought it would be. Mind you, I’ve no examiner ticking points off at my tiny mishaps.
Next, is my driving test this Wednesday. Bright and early at 8:25. I’ve opted to have one more practice with Pami, to refresh my mind and calm my nerves before the examiner sit-in with me. I’m certain the nerves will continue to pounce me just until I begin that test, like any other tests/exams I’ve ever taken in my lifetime.
So here we are, another achievement in my lifetime. I have to say, I wouldn’t be this brave, if it wasn’t for J.
I’ll let you know how that exam goes. Hopefully I’ll be g2 licensed by the time I conjure up some next update for you all! Cross your fingers and pray for the people on the road that morning! LOL
Some things in life are impossible until someone pushes you to go and do it.
Artemis turned one on Friday. We had a small birthday party for her Saturday.
In the Filipino culture, we tend to celebrate every birthdays with a huge gathering. This is because, most filipino families consist of at least 30 people. My family + J’s family = renting a hall, ordering crazy amounts of food, and having a head big enough to get through all the preparation, and executions.
With being seven and a half months, I couldn’t even get through thinking about what the menu would be, so I thought, a dinner with the Godparents would be a low-key idea. But then, you can’t hurt the Grandparents feelings, so we had to consider them, along with the siblings. Well I gave up quickly and opted for a party at the Grandparents, with a couple of the Godparents that could make it, and some friends. It was good enough. Arty was happy!
//Did I tell you? Monday evenings are awesome? J, is only gone till 945am, which means the rest of the Monday’s to do stuff. Thus, I am blogging at 630, while aK eats dinner beside me. Yes, he’s wondering what I’m doing, and how I can type without looking at the keyboard. Where is the words flowing from?
I’m about to enjoy Tuesday – Friday Mornings, if J, goes with the idea of dropping aK to school. I probably just jinxed it. *(insert fail emoticon here)*
I know, I know.. I said, one per day but, J had food poisoning on Friday night, and Arty’s 1st Birthday party dinner with her godparents was saturday night. I literally was a chicken without a head. Imagine a baby in tow, a six year old, and a super pregnant woman trying to supermom it all those two days. Expect Sunday means, I halfly, died. Just halfly died since, I am supermom afterall.
This morning seems to be a case of the ‘bad mondays’ with -18 weather, and a six year old with morning ‘tude. Typical day right? Except, it meant layers of clothing for three people = more time gone = aK late for school. 😩
Im blogging from my phone, while Arty, and I sit at Starbucks for some morning fancies (white chocolate moccha & banana loafs). J, is just out for the morning, since Arty’s due for her One year old immunization at 11. The case of the ‘bad mondays’ is about to drag on. Arty’s bound to release some evil after those painful shots on both her legs. 😯
Happy First Birthday to my beautiful baby girl. A year ago today, she blessed us with her presence, brought joy, and laughter into our lives. Her personality shines so bright, her humour fills the room, she is the sweetest love.
When J, and I first found out we were going to have a girl, I had mixed feelings about it. Afraid, I didn’t know, or wouldn’t know how to raise one because, I grew up tomboyish. But, just as anyone who is blessed with a baby, everything is a learning process. It had nothing to do with whether or not she was a boy, or girl. What mattered was, who she was on a day-to-day basis. She has made this year, an unforgettable one. She made our time together such a blast, and I couldn’t have spent the long days any better, without her. She fills our hearts with so much love. It’s an amazing feeling to be her mom. So thankful, God, allowed us to be her parents.