It just dawned on me just very recently when this friend of mine talks about property like your home where you can stay for the rest of your life. Of course here in the western society, its not really a thing like in South East Asia where an old family member will be taken care of by the younger family member. anyway, as we talked about it with my friend, we sort of saying… yeah, it is reality that we are now heading towards sunset (getting older) and much as we are enjoying our comfort of living today, what would it be like when we are old? Shall we stay in this house forever, maybe too big to manage or maybe not too aged and frail friendly?

On the way to school, I can see these old retirement villages and honestly, the best people who are ready to give us their morning greetings are the occupants, they are not young anymore, but still trying to be bubbly, they wave, they nod, they say to my kids, off to school sweetheart? They walk with aid, walking stick, some are barely stepping…but hey, they seem to enjoy the company of their fellow retirees, I think, for myself, its worth planning my years ahead now, and maybe checking some options, in America, Philly Senior Homes knew and understand this need and who knows, these are just the information you needed just before sun sets.

Never before I thought of checking out myself who are the worlds richest but once you hear things like this from the media, curiosity kicks in, we have actors and actresses who made it to the top list of the richest people and also people from the sporting world. Well, names of these people in this category surely has become household names but don’t you think there are more significant names worth checking out? Like James Packer, George Lindemann reading about their life’s triumphs to success must be very inspirational.

So much to do, so little time. One of the most commonly used phrase in the western world. And this is true specially when its tax time. As I browse my own copy of tax pack, couldn’t help but think, what the hell am I gonna do with this? too much information. Financial year varies in each country and I suppose as well as the tax regulations.
Here in Oz, we have tax agents who are usually hired to do tax returns and also we have accountants who gives as advise on the best ways to be more tax efficient. In other parts of the world maybe a tax compliance attorney in California or similar in other states provide the same kind of services to what we get here down under.

Oh well, better get on with my filing, have to find receipts for my tax agent.

Few nights ago, my neighbor Alli came in for a chat and to check her daughter who was then playing with my children. As she approach me, I can see her eyes beaming with excitement and in less than a minute she announced, “you’d be the first one to hear this news Sarah, we’ve now bought a new home!” oh did you? well done, was my reply. So where abouts? just close here? Is it near the river or close to the ocean? I asked. Well, as gathering her thoughts together, “first its few blocks from my parents house, much bigger than this rental house and few minutes walk to the beach. And the best one is its in the cul de sac too. We will have bigger backyard and more are for children to run around.” And one can only imagine the excitement of owning a new home or finding the right one at the right place.

That is when a real marketing consultant comes to your rescue to make sure you get the property of your dreams at the right time in a right place. After all, we work hard for our money and we deserve to get the best we can afford, aren’t we?

I am sure, while Alli left, her mind was occupied with all the posibilities and responsibilities that comes along with owning a home. I know, I’ve been there myself.

While writing this item, I can’t help but munch on pieces of SAO crackers, just to prove the point.

I may be too sensitive but I can easily remember that everytime I go back to my native land, there is always someone who would greet me wherever I set my steps in, like, Hi friend, its been a while, what are you up to? Where do you live now? Any kids? Oh its been years isn’t it? Can we sit down and chat? Or maybe we could have lunch, dinner if its dinner time.

So the friend and myself, happily found ourselves chatting in the corner of guess what? the nearby fastfood in the shopping mall and to think that just an hour or so, there was a coffee session with the siblings as well, while kids were parked at the nearby playstation. So the catching up grew into more intimate confession of whats been going on for years that we missed each other. A joyous get together indeed!

To wrap up the meeting, and this is really true, the friend would say, oh by the way, are you thinking of doing liposuction while you’re here in your native home? So, at this stage, am trying to gain my composure and wiping up the grease that’s left in my face after a sumptous meal.

I’ve learned to take things lightly and not to take it seriously that my eyes will go bleeding instead of sheding tears. In my mind I say, well, I was Miss Congeniality before and Miss this and that, and a one time Miss Commerce…(I fainted on this one and could only hear the BOOOOOOO) surely, it couldn’t be that bad, I am still in good form.

Yes I am, but not the kind of form that use to garner a second look from use to be boys, now I say, yummy blokes. In all those years that I dissappeared from the curvy scene, I have delightedly expanding my empire and with priorities on expanding my waist. As I grow older every year, it seems my waistline had expanded too, and the rest of my upper and lower extremities.

So, as you have previously read on my blogs, I’ve mentioned to get back on my feet and do the right thing now that I have the luxury of time to look up my self, after all, its no sense to se t a goal of “GORGEOUS AT 40″ if I don’t start a fitter and firmer lifestyle. It’s a personal decision to cut corners and get oneself under the knife and look good, for as long as you know what you are doing and happy with it.

Well, time to go for a walk, and have some water to drink…

TA!

I was reading the community paper one afternoon, then saw an article about senior and junior prom. Then couldn’t help imagining my own daughter when she get to that stage herself. Now that would mean something to me definitely… I would say, I will relingquish my younger days to thy honor…. bit poetic, but looking back, when I was just sweet 15, (oh dear… not that long really, hahahaha) I vividly remember how I did it back then, the night to be much observe has come, every one in their new dresses, well most of them and here I am, in my modest looking attire. Not sure if it was still in fashion but am sure, I had a ball. My mum always remember the moment I went on stage to speak, she found out that the hems were uneven, coz she took a photograph and it shows! The night went well, but surely, I could have done it better, if only I have found cheap prom dresses , I could have impress the boy of my dreams that time who without apprehension, handed me a freshly cut Banda Sanderiana Orchids (Waling-Waling) from his mother’s beautiful flower garden (later I know what happened to him). But of course, at times, circumstances eludes us of things we want to have.

Well, still a few years before my girl will take her turn, by then, she will be just as lucky as me, but in a different circumstances.

Just 2 nights ago, a neighbor of ours came in to check for her daughter who was then playing with my kids. While I was chatting to her, an unseemingly quietness happened in the household. Not with the children but for the man of the house who was, just a minute ago, still drilling and hanging pictures in the kids bedroom. When he does things like these in the house, goodness, you’d surely know that someone is working and makes you think, gee, he’s working hard!

Well, I try to find visibility of his presence in the bedrooms but to no avail so I decided to get the dinner ready and feed the hungry flock. Around this time, the neighbor and her daughter have gone home.

Comes the dinner time and the father was the last one to find his place in the table, but to our amasement, he doesn’t look like the man we dined with in the last six months. The 2 siblings blurted out, DADDY! what happened to your hair and the hair in your face? At this point, you would think he had gone to hairloss treatmentsbut that is not the case though. He just decided to get rid of his excessive growth up there and time to look younger again to please his favorite much younger crowd. He had his hair grown after 3 months stint in South America, mirroring himself as one of the revolutionary leader in the latin part of this world…just kidding!

The dinner went well until little B commented….I NEVER LIKE BEANS! AND MUSHROOMS AND ONIONS and on and on and on….

It is a very common sight for me and my two wiggly ones to see another parent, a child or children with her and a leash. The lovely fury,waggly dog comes from behind or sometimes playing tricks along the way. Either its the children’s drop off at school or it could be the pick time from school.

Well, in my case, am happy now that both of my bundles of joy go to school though I miss their company, but am assured they are sorrounded with grown ups who tickles the best part of their brain and hammer them to learn, (not literally)and classmates who like themselves, entertain each other. Then, a freedom to do things on my own. But I often wonder, if the master or the parent will have the same sense of time out as I am. Maybe time out means different to them. Am not talking about chores to attend to or appointments or job, but what I mean is that, how about their significant wagging, fury other? Will they take them for a play or stroll at the beach? Maybe for some, but for those who have to go to work after school drop off, maybe a dog boarding comes handy. I often see stickers in the car that says, “My dog goes to university”, well, that, is too much for me to comprehend, I suppose one will just want a place where their wagging member of the household can enjoy the warmth of an environment where they are taken care of, can play with someone of same interests maybe…at same time, doing tricks. what do you reckon?

Just currently having breaky in between chores while cooling down too (must need a shower soon), the peanut board across the wall catches my attention, so I quickly browse on the pictures pinned in it and spotted my photoshot of the Dad and my first born taken in the hospital nearly 7 years ago. Very sweet one, but can’t help to remember when I took the shot, still in agony of giving birth, the Dad gently and sweetly cuddled the baby saying, “thank goodness you didn’t get my nose” familiar phrase? well, I could have laugh at that moment, but I was suddenly caught in my thoughts what was proper thing to say… I will not elaborate but I think that was just one of the sweetest moment to witness for a brief second.

You see, (well I can, I married a man who at that time was the sexiest being I’ve ever seen, great pair of legs and all these sort of things I don’t want to publish, but, (theres a but and its cute,hahaha) I did remember during the wedding reception (that’s a decade ago) when the best man have to toast for the bridegroom, he said something like ” to my good friend with a funny nose….etc etc.”

It’s not until later I realise that people can have a go with one’s body parts which, up to this time am not really interested of doing. Back to the hubby and the daughter, it’s almost 7 years and I think, as the mother, and the woman, I never have second thoughts of what my girl should look like or how the father’s nose should look like, they both are precious beings and just as beautiful as everyone can imagine.

The fact of life is, there are those who would rather have a second chance of mending themselves or vital part of their physical being and personally, I have no problem with that either, we al deserve to look good and feel good Naples rhinoplasty is just a place to be and am sure, the people here know how to give one a happier, fresher breath of life for the chance of a lifetime.

This is one of the good mornings this week, just because I had 6 hours of sleep, compared to the last three nights. So, I decided to be prepared to chase the kids in their bike going to school, if that is what they prefer to do so. Funny enough, they ask in chorus….CAN WE RIDE OUR BIKE TO SCHOOL? I gave few answers back to evade the challenge but lo and behold, they managed to persuade me. So, we have done our early morning routines at home and now the three of us are ready to sweat it out and in my case, take the challenge! Oh I forgot to tell you that they just graduated from using their training wheels so they are enjoying their achievement at the moment by racing with each other.

In a span of 15 minutes and all instructions has been given, I have finally admitted, that it’s time to get my trainers in place again, my “get fit” regime so I can manage my two anklebiters on the road while they pedal their way to fitness, I mean to school.

S I came home, had a bit of cooling down while telling myself, come on mate, get fit you mother! or else you’ll be left behind with all the actions. Yes, am still gasping for breath as of presstime and here I found myself clicking the keyboard to do my mission and found the San Diego personal training site, for you all out there in a similar circumstances as mine and hoping with sheer determination, we can all sweat it out towards a fitter life! Good Luck to us.