Updates

Shop Update

Shop finally reopened yesterday with Ubuntu as our OS. I like the new look since it feels familiar to our regular customers. Of course Mark and Mars had to do alot of tweaking to make it look that way -- clean desktop, good old dock with new icons for the new apps and the XP background (hehe). The only thing thats really noticable is the missing start menu but since our regular customers are so used with the dock most don't mind its non-existence. Here's a screenshot of the default Ubuntu desktop.

And the new desktop theme.

Wanda the Fish

One of the apps I asked Mark to put on the dock was Wanda the Fish. I don't know if any of the customers have dicovered her yet (aside from Armi who doesn't count since I pointed out Wanda to her just now). Wanda is supposed to be a fortune teller who spouts out "words of wisdom". Here are some of my favorites....

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To be or not to be. -- Shakespeare
To do is to be. -- Nietzsche
To be is to do. -- Sartre
Do be do be do -- Sinatra
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Q: What does an insomniac agnostic dyslexic do at night?
A: Stay up all night and wonder if there is a dog.
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Nikki's first fortune
...You have a strong appeal to members of your own sex.
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The fortune that made Armi gasp...
... argh sorry we forgot what it was exactly...

Sam Update

As Mark said Sam is finally home. But being the gala that he is we went out again today to see his alternative doctor. No biggie, just a routine checkup. All the same I was really nervous today because I had a sinking feeling that the doctor would get just a bit mad at me because I OVERDOSED MY BABY FOR A FEW DAYS!!! Yes, bad mom alert!!! ( But hell if any of you feel like agreeing with that statement shut up and keep it to yourself my self-esteem doesn't need your opinion right now.) It was only just this morning that my mom realized that the dropper we were using said mg and not mL. Instead of giving him 1.2mL of medicine (equivalent to around 50mg) 3 times a day I gave him 120mg of medicine 3 times a day!!! Imagine how bad I felt. I was so nervous and I felt so bad because I was the one who started using that dropper since it was the dropper that went with the medicine package even if Sam's doctor told me to use the same medicine dropper I used for his vitamins. I was however calm enough to immediately think back and try to remember Sam's reaction to the medicine for the past few days. Since he seemed ok I did not panic. I looked for the medicine box and turned it inside out to read on it. My stomach turned even more sour when I realized just how grossly overdosed my baby was. However the overdose part didn't say anything about adverse effects except that it instructed me to stop medicating the baby immediately. And since it didn't say anything about rushing the baby to the doctor I decided to put it off for a few more hours until the appointed checkup. Well good news to everybody, most of all to me, the doctor said Sam's ok and that it is even common practice to double dose a patient with that medicine when the infection is really bad. Although by the time Sam was taking that medicine his infection was that bad anymore it didn't cause him any trouble. If anything it even helped soften his poopoo since one of the possible side effects was diarrhea, but since Sam is usually slightly constipated it just helped ease his bowel movement. And the other "side effect" -- Sam's lungs are totally clear. ^_^

Sam's hospital pics (magaling na siya sa lahat nito.)

Hope Springs

Music has a way of feeding my tired parched soul and reminding me of what's important in life.

A few minutes ago, as I listened to some old songs, 2 miracles happened.

Miracle #1: Falling in love with my husband all over again.

I've been going through so much lately that I've long lost my focus and forgot what really matters. I couldn't see through the cloud of despair hanging over me. Deep within me I've been running scared and was afraid to even hope that this difficult chapter in life will ever come to an end. And rather unfortunately and very much unfairly I've been taking most of my frustration out on the one person who understood and loved me the most, my husband. Our relationship, like all relationships, need a lot of work but because of all the problems that's been testing our strength ours have been falling to pieces little by little for some time now. And no matter what front I put up before other people the truth was that I had given up. But for all his faults, Mark has always been consistent in one thing -- his desire to make things work out between us. He's been wooing me and trying to make me see the positive side of life, wanting me to believe in myself, in us and in life again. And though he tried I kept on vacillating between being too down, too scared and too stubborn to listen to him. This morning, as I listened to an old song I used to like but never really related too, I finally heard what Mark has been trying to say. Even more importantly I finally felt ready to believe that we should and could make it work, not just for Sam but because we do love each other. And as corny as it may seem, love is really the one thing that matters.

The song that spoke to me.

Miracle #2: I felt like dancing the way I used to.

Its been such a long time since I felt like dancing just because I felt happy. A few months back I remember dancing in the shop but it was more because I was feeling a little crazy and idiotic. But to dance because I felt carefree is a thing of the past for me, I've let myself grow old and it shriveled up the part of me I loved -- the part that sees the world with rose colored glasses and loves all mankind, that part that rarely gets to peek out, the part that I miss so much. Right now its five thirty in the morning, usually an ungodly hour for me. I'm in the hospital taking care of my sick little Sam and hearing Mark snore on the other bed but everything is alright. I am not tired. I am not sleepy. I am not sad. For the first time since I can't remember when I feel like dancing again. I feel that for a few minutes at least I found myself again, unstained and whole. I found the child in me.

Music that I can't wait to dance to with Sam when he grows up. I hope that one of the things I'll be able to give to my child is the joy of dancing with oneself.

**blogged using a cellphone, an index card and a pencil borrowed from the nurses' station

Nurses' Pet

Sam is back in the hospital. He has pneumonia and has a really hard time breathing but as usual is taking it all in stride. My baby is sooo well behaved (compared to other babies -- at least that what other parents and the nurses say) that he still managed to smile at his doctor during his checkup yesterday although he must having been feeling really unwell. During his blood tests he just made a few "mini-crying" sounds for a few seconds before going back to sleep. The only time he cried loudly (which also lasted for just a few seconds) was when the nurse was inserting the IV on his right foot. Of course we were delighted because it was the first time we ever heard him shout that loud thus diluting the hurt we felt in seeing our baby suffer. Mas nakakaawa pa cya tingnan when he bears all the pain with a slight frown on his face and a few very faint whimpers. It can break your heart. Kaya naman he's fast becoming the nurses' favorite. Mabait na super cute pa.


Here are a few pics ni Sam downloaded from Armi's phone:

I don't know when this was taken pero mukhang nung first day ni Sam to.


He looks like a puppy.


Bottom View. Taken by Mark the other night.

Gamis Family Hands


My Angel.