Sandier Pastures

Sorry for the late post. It must be already night in some time zones. I must have kept some readers waiting and waiting until they dozed off to sleep.

Ha! who am I kidding? Readers?? my blog stats are at its all-time LOW this past few days and it is preventing me to write something…lack of inspiration, the thought that no one would read anyway…well, nuff of the dramatics.

I was away — not away physically, hell, I am still in HELL but away from the computer that is. I was off last Thursday to attend dear daughter’s program sorta play in school and be the loudest mommy clapper in the crowd. I even hurt my band-aid binded finger again with my outrageous clapping. My baby played her first role in broadway — she was the strawberry in their fruit salad play — please, don’t let me explain the plot…

Well, Friday was spent driving around town. M and I woke up at 6 a.m. and decided we had to test the waters er, the roads that is. After six months of not driving, I am finally behind the wheels again. Pristine woke up and insisted she come with us but since I don’t want to jeopardize her life without the car child seat, we went out while she pouted at the door holding my mother’s skirt. The drive around the neighborhood was a breeze. We made it back  home safe and in one piece and the car was unscratched but I know it will not count — it is a Friday and at six  in the morning, there were hardly any cars in the road. It was sort of like cheating…lol.