My Life, A Cocktail

I have a thing for soft toys. As kids, me and my sister would yearn for soft toys, while Dad essentially considered them “use”-less. To us, they were such an integral part of our lives, we would celebrate their birthdays and we would fight over what hairstyles we would give them. That obsession still remains. I got a peek into my niece’s stack of soft toys last night and I literally yelled out in excitement. I still continue to buy soft toys coz hubby gives in to my wishes easily. My current diet plan promises me a teddy if I reach a certain goal weight and that alone has been enough to keep me going. I know Valentine’s is just around the corner. Hubby, are you listening?

The relationship rejuvenated. Like Phoenix, it had risen from the ashes and taken a distinct form. Smiles had been exchanged and tears had been wiped off. The road was paved and the journey began. It wasn’t the same old, it wasn’t totally unfamiliar. It was like the best of both worlds; the memories of the past with the opportunities of tomorrow. Purposefully, there was going to be one thing amiss. Life doesn’t give second chances, but when it does, you learn from your mistakes.

It happens often to me. What I think I want is usually never what I actually want. I don't get what I think I want, I get something else. And then I realize, what I got was what I actually wanted.

Birthdays are wonderful. Opportunities for people to remind you how you special you are. It doesn’t really matter even if they are only pretending for that one day and being nice to you. The point is that it gives people the chance to be nice to you for at least one day in the year. The day started with waking up to calls and facebook wall post message alerts. Walking down the stairs I noticed something beautiful neatly arranged on the dining table. Yes, it was a fruit bouquet from Edible Arrangements! Of course, the fruits were all delicious, but the highlights were that it had pineapple carved into a “29” and had chocolate coated strawberries. Yum! Post that, hubby took me out to breakfast at IHOP, after which we went out on a 2 hour drive all the way to Big Sur. Like most road trips, it was all about the journey and not necessarily the destination. We stopped near the Pfeiffer Big Sur State Park to grab some lunch. In the middle of nowhere, there was this cozy little restaurant that