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i am here.

I have not been a very good blogger lately. I blame it on the immediate gratification of Twitter and Facebook. It has just been so easy to post mini updates daily that I have been neglecting this. Sigh. I have also been neglecting my scrapbooking. I have not been in my craft area in so long that I fear that I no longer know how to make a page. This weekend, I vow to make an effort to do something creative. I miss it. I am happier when I am making something. I am happier when I use up old supplies. I am happier when I sit in the craft room. This weekend, I will scrapbook if it kills me.

my poor aunt.

These past few weeks have not been very good to my aunt. First her beloved husband dies. Then a couple of days ago, she woke up, got out of bed, and fell on her right clavicle. How does one do this? I don't know. All I do know is that my father thinks that because I work in a hospital, that I will pick up anyone who needs medical care on the way to work at 5:00 in the morning. Work starts at 8:00. In the morning. It's not that I minded taking her, it's that my dad thought it would make sense to wake me up (when he was already awake) so that I could bring her to my place of work and check up on her on my breaks. Does he not know that there ARE no breaks with my job? Jeez. Then he proceeded to go to HOOVER DAM so that he could take guests sightseeing. I swear that my father's sense of priorities are a bit off. I guess he thought that my aunt just injured her shoulder, not thinking it could be worse. Hey, she could move her arm. That doesn't mean it was broken. I would just take care of her. And plus he could not be a bad host to guests. No worries. Except I do have to work and I could not leave. I called my father and demanded that he pick her up. Who am I kidding? I am such a wuss when it comes to my father. I always turn into a 5-year-old girl. I asked him NICELY if he could PLEASE pick her up so that I did not get fired. Hrmph. I took her to my office after discharge from the ER and wheeled her around my unit for a tour while she was doped up on Lortab. She must have thought I lost my mind. 

My aunt had been staying with my parents so she did not have to be alone and was planning on going back to work this week. I guess God had other plans for her. She has a right clavicle fracture, a prescription for pain meds, and a sling. Because her case was not emergent, she does not have an appointment to see an orthopedic surgeon until June 1st. Poor, poor thing. And she has to live with my parents until then. Poor, poor thing.

happy mom day.

Today, my family is going to church and taking my mom out to brunch. It's the first Sunday she has been off from work in a long time and I aim to enjoy her today. My mom has been a mother to 5 and I'm sure it has not been easy. She has now taken on the role of grandma. She is very good at it. Especially peek-a-boo.


busy filipino weekend.

I am making a conscious effort to be with my family more and just push through exhaustion. Last week's funeral really helped to put things into perspective. What if someone else passes away in my family and I never spent the time I could with them? What if "next time" never happens again? What happens if my mom passes away and I never learned her recipes? What if I never really got to tell my father that I am grateful for all that he has done for me growing up? What if my siblings never know how proud I am of them, of their accomplishments, of the people they have become? What if their spouses, girlfriends, boyfriends don't know how much I appreciate them and the way they take care of my siblings?

Last night, I went to a Lea Salonga concert with my family. I had opted not to purchase tickets because we are trying to cut back on costs, but as fate would have it, my uncle passes away and there was magically an extra ticket. I did not want my aunt to go alone so I agreed to be her date for the night. I had dinner with my family before the concert and I truly took the time to be with them, to experience their company, and not take them for granted like I always have. The concert was extraordinary. Not because of the music (which was spectacular) but because of the company.

Afterward, my other aunt wanted to take us out for ox tail soup. Um, yeah. So not the choice of food for this coconut girl, but she wouldn't have missed it for the world. We trekked on over to a casino and sampled fine dining at its best. Well, the best that $4 would buy. :) You can't beat graveyard specials at casinos for locals. I am such a homebody that I never take the time to do this stuff with my family anymore. At least not lately. We used to do it all the time as a child, but not as an adult whose bed was calling her name at 9:00 PM.

I went to bed at 2 AM and that is OK. I am tired but happy. I got to spend it with crazy, ox tail eating, brown people and we laughed all the way home. These under eye circles were so worth it.