Few days left until Christmas. And the frenzy starts.
I thought I was pretty much done shopping for presents once I got toys for the younger members of my family. But it's the season for giving, and the older 'kids' made their dreams and wishes known. So low and behold I find myself hunting through malls and shopping areas of my town.
Some people just wait for prices to come down, procrastinating, hopeful that somehow the season will just vanish and living goes back to as usual (boring). And so we ALL jam pack the parking lots and streets to all the shopping malls where we live.
I guess one of the reasons why people love Christmas is, a lot of "out of the everyday" activities. True there is tradition, but we go out of the everyday of the year routine. Being kind to the less fortunate, singing in public to strangers, sharing good cheers with people you hardly even know.
Shopping for beautiful things ... not for yourself but for others.
Does it sound crazy ? It sounds a little off to me. But that's just perfect. MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
So I 'd like to adventure on blogging
My daughters are so awesome at writing their 'happynings', and make look so easy that I want to give it a try.
If anything, I'll learn one more process in the computer. At least it is better than just playing games on it.
Wow! I just realized I am starting to post on my Birthday!
Really it has no meaning to start something on your birthday, but it is significant to start anything.
I think my title is perfect. Perhaps you will end with the title in your head by the time you finish reading it.
For me it seems it is an on going theme, since birth it has been reoccurring "What the... Why did that guy slap me in my b---?"
And on and on those words pop.
Meaning of life, "What the...?"
If anything, I'll learn one more process in the computer. At least it is better than just playing games on it.
Wow! I just realized I am starting to post on my Birthday!
Really it has no meaning to start something on your birthday, but it is significant to start anything.
I think my title is perfect. Perhaps you will end with the title in your head by the time you finish reading it.
For me it seems it is an on going theme, since birth it has been reoccurring "What the... Why did that guy slap me in my b---?"
And on and on those words pop.
Meaning of life, "What the...?"
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