Tuesday, August 29, 2006

Hot Mommas!

I know that at one time or another, we all dreamt of or said that when we get married, we'd still be the hot and fine women that we were when we were only taking care of ourselves. Keywords here are: DREAMT and SAID THAT WE WILL.

Alas, most of us are not able to do it. There are just too many things to do. Baby needs changing, food not cooked yet, too tired from work (if you're a SAHM, you can still relate to this) and so many other chores.

But woman, you can't let go of yourself. NO, YOU CANNOT! It's not even for your husband's sake, but more for yourself. Yes, YOU. You're important too. WE are important.

So here are some beauty tips that this wanna be HOT MOMMA will share to you. After all, who will help each other out but us SUPERMOMS.

Tip # 1: Your hair. It is your crowning glory. Yes, it is acceptable to look like a lion in the morning upon waking up with your hair spread out on all sides but only in the morning. After that, your hair needs to be tamed. Either brush it until it looks normal or put it in a ponytail.

You tell me, easy for me to say coz my hair's kinda normal and not that unruly. Well, this is what you need to do to have hair that would pass for normal. Let's not even aim for those shampoo commercial hair types since we all know that's just not real.

Before taking a bath, put conditioner in your hair and wrap it with a towel. Yes, BEFORE. Leave it for an hour or so while you tend to other things like cooking breakfast or cleaning the house. Then rinse it out. Do this every other day. We all know that you shouldn't shampoo your hair everyday anyway so on the days that you don't, DO THIS. Your hair will thank you and you will love the effect. Now don't expect miracles. It's not gonna happen overnight but in one month, you'll see the effects. Any conditioner will do. For those not sure about this, here are other choices.

Tip #2: Your face. No matter how gorgeous your hair is, or how sexy you are, if your face looks like its been through a war and lost big time, you will not be a hot momma. You need to have smooth skin. Even people who are not that gifted in the face department looks much better with smooth skin.

So what to do? You know those eggs sitting in your ref? Yep, get the white part. Eeeww ... it's gooey. Choose. Gooey egg white mask that's guaranteed to keep your skin smooth and young looking or pimply, saggy skin?

For those who chose smooth skin, here's how to do it. Get the white part, and beat it until it becomes real frothy. Then put it on your face as you would a face mask. Leave it until it tightens up and dry. Do this 3x a week and you will see better skin. Except if you're allergice to egg masks of course. Then DO NOT DO THIS. Here are other options.

To those who chose pimply, saggy skin ... there's always Calayan or Belo.

So that's it for now. Let's see if a lot of people will give positive COMMENTS here. Then I'll do another one. =p

*thanks to Bev and Chelle for the inspiration for this post.

No longer a baby

Look how big he is now. No longer a baby but still very much my baby.

Monday, August 28, 2006

Family Quality Time

Since Philippine Idol started, our lil family (my in-laws and us) have been able to bond over watching it on Sunday nights. We get to spend quality time together while watching it and laughing at some of the silly antics of the contestants. We'd also ooohh and aahhh at the magnificent voices of those auditioning. Some of them were really good while some were so-so.

A few side notes though.

We hate DIVO. (I'm not even gonna bother linking him up since he doesn't deserve it.) I mean, who is he anyway? The one who sang Somewhere in my Past? Represented the Philippines in a contest? So? That doesn't give him the right to bash Philippine Idol. Can we just say bitter?

We are lovin the following:
1) Kenneth "yoba" Alonzo - its sad that he did not make it to the final 24 though
2) Armarie Cruz - the belter ... man, she's good and her voice is so strong
3) Maureen Marcelo - the one in dreadlocks ... dang ... she's something ...
4) Paw Chavez - the tomboyish girl who reminds me of Aiza Seguerra
5) Erika Bautista - the hearing impaired one who can really carry a tune
6) Jelli Mateo - the one who's real pretty
7) Stephanie Lazaro - another belter

Lovin them and hopin that they get to the final 12. =p

* Saturday, 8pm, Channel 5 they will show the performances of the 12 guys and Sunday, 8 pm will be results night. Please support them. They're really good.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

bath & wanna be model

see how much B enjoys taking a bath?

wanna be commercial model

Kianna's Memory Box

Got an idea from here about making memory boxes but since I'm a newbie in this field, and I can't hammer nor saw to save my life, I deviated from the idea posted there and made a memory "box" using a shoebox. Here's how it turned out.

Cute huh? I mean, its not gonna win any awards but for a first timer, its pretty neat. =p

This is how the inside looks like. I decided to put in cotton balls so in case what will be put in there would be breakable, it won't break. And it looks cuter this way. Hehe.

So in case anyone wants to order one, I can personalize it for you. LoL!

my lil family

be brave lil one

Though it's been raining on and off the whole month, I have yet to see a rainbow. I've looked but there was none. So I thought of posting one here for those who are on the lookout as well but have not seen one.

Rainbows hold a special place in my heart. When I see one, I feel hope. Such a beautiful thing could surely only come from a higher being. It is a sign for me that though things may be dreary and gloomy, surely, at the end of everything, there will be a rainbow to give us hope and a new beginning.

What gives you hope?

my son, the pitbull

I don't know how he did it but he has actually managed to cut open a lot of the balls we gave him. I think he's ruined 5 already. This is the 6th one.

Bad Mommy Moments

I got this post card from Post Secret. It makes me sad to say that I can actually relate to this sad message. There are times that I am unable to understand what my baby wants. I don't know how to play with him coz he seems to get easily bored with me. It pains me when I spank him coz I don't understand what he's trying to say and it frustrates me. Its wrong. I know that.

I wish I could be a better mom.

Friday, August 25, 2006

Proud to be an 80's baby

Going down memory lane due to the fact that I can't seem to find any Batibot DVD for my baby, I can't help but be glad that I was an 80's baby. See, the 80' had the really bad hairstyles with all that puffed up hair and the shoulders pads. Don't even get me started with the whole clashing color scheme and the big shirt over leggings. Yes, I was guilty of all of those and I have the pictures to prove it. *cringes in shame*

Still, the 80's also had the best cartoons in my opinion. I know my Mom never had to worry that I may be watching adult cartoon. Cartoon was cartoon back then. It was colorful, cuddly, and teaches good morals. Well ... save for a few violent ones but it wasn't really enough to instill hatred in a kids heart. Come on, can you imagine roadrunner gunning down coyote and coyote spurting blood. NOT! Coz it just wasn't the way things were before. Coyote would just turn flat and inhale air and he'd be fine again.

We had Voltes V, Shaider, Bioman, Care Bears, Rainbow Brite, Smurfs, Ewoks, My Little Pony, He-Man, She-Ra and Thundercats. None of them tagged as being an "adult" cartoon. It's just silly. Cartoons are meant for kids. They are menat to be wholesome. Now we have anime porn. Sheesh.

We also had Sesame Street back then as well as Batibot. I loved both shows and would watch them all the time. I learned my ABC's from Sesame Street while I learned to speak proper Tagalog from Ate Sienna and Kuya Bodji. I was so proud when I was able to work with Kuya Bodji in a play when I was 19.

I feel bad for our kids now. Everything seems so corrupt already, even the supposed "wholesome" cartoons. Now, Mommies need to screen the cartoons that their kids are watching. I wonder what happened to the good old days?

Shucks! I sould just like my Dad.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

what coffee am I?

Bridgette Bardot

Naurally sensual and beautiful
You're an exotic beauty who turns heads everywhere
You've got a look that's one of a kind

What Famous Pinup Are You?
You're fun, outgoing, and you love to try anything new.
However, you tend to have strong opinions on what you like.
You are a total girly girly at heart - and prefer your coffee with good conversation.
You're the type that seems complex to outsiders, but in reality, you are easy to please

What Kind of Coffee Are You?

I find it interesting. Ladies and gents, do lemme know who and what you turn out to be. =p

Monday, August 21, 2006

don't let me fall Daddy ...

I was in my room yesterday watching a showbiz talk show when I heard my lil boy screaming. Being a Mom, I imagined the worst happening. Did he fall? Did he wound himself?

Lo and behold, what I saw made me want to strangle my hubby. Look up at the picture above and yes, that is my son, standing on top of the living room table and was being asked by his Dad to jump. Mind you, JUMP! He's only 13 months old. Argh!

Of course, Brent took after his Mom and decided to sit instead of standing up because he still wanted to live. Dad would force him to stand up and he would sit again. Eventually, he started to get frustrated that he ended up pulling his hair.

Poor baby. And the sadistic father was laughing the whole time. Even Lolo was laughing. Hmpf!

After a couple of minutes, and I think due to the fact that baby looked pissed off as hell, he jumped. My heart stopped beating for a minute. Seriously. Then I was able to breathe again when I saw that his Dad caught him in mid air.

And so life was back to normal but I did tell hubby that next time he does something like that, I will chop him to bits and pieces. Hayyy ... just another day in my crazy life.

time for you

may I always remember to hug, kiss, play, and dance with you

A Story For Moms Like Me: The Day I Died
By Jenefer Igarashi, Senior Editor, The Old Schoolhouse Magazine

The sunlight embraced me, waking me with the sweet promise of spring. My lacy white drapes were drawn back like curtains on a stage, displaying the first radiant, clear, blue sky in three months. I drew in a deep satisfied breath and was filled with an eagerness to start the day. I leaped out of bed, and screamed in pain. It was the sharp edge of my four-year-old's jumbo Lego piece. But it mattered little. I gathered my crumpled self off the floor. The sun was lighting up my room and inspiring me, so much, in fact, that I headed downstairs to do a workout video. I needed to feel like a part of this day, full of life.
Four minutes into my routine I was feeling great. I was about to grapevine to the left when a groggy-eyed eight-year-old appeared on the stairs.
"Hi, mom."
"Hi." I panted. I kept going, annoyed, yet not deterred. Out of nowhere, my four-year-old suddenly flew straight into my legs with an excited shriek. I stumbled out of sync with the perfect blonde on the screen.
"Get off." I wheezed, "Go eat." Fewer words, less loss of energy. My eight-year-old, Molly, stumbled down the stairs and stopped, mid-yawn, staring with amusement.
Kelly twirled and knocked into my legs.
"Mama, can I dance with you?"
"No." I gave a pleading look. "Molly, make breakfast for you and your sister." She nodded and dragged Kelly, who started squealing, into the kitchen. I blocked them out as they banged cupboards and dropped silverware. I focused my concentration faithfully on the perfect blonde doing rock steps to the left. Minutes later a loud thud shook the ceiling. Angry bellows followed.
"Bo dive-bombed out of his crib," Molly hollered from the kitchen. Frustrated, I snapped off the TV and went to tend the man-child.
After being plunked into his high chair with a pop tart, I switched on the radio news hoping for a small glimpse of the free world on the outside while I did dishes.
Bo began fussing so I gave him a spoon and a cottage cheese lid to play with, and then began re-organizing the refrigerator.
"Mom, will you play a game with me?" Molly asked.
"No," I said slowly, as if I were actually considering it, "I have a lot to get done." I smiled and gave her a quick pat on the head, "Maybe later."
Not a minute passed before Kelly was in my face holding up her favorite book.

"You wanna read Go Dog, Go?" She was bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. Bo chucked his spoon at me and it clattered across the floor. The cottage cheese lid came sailing after seconds later. He tossed his head back and angrily kicked the bottom of his high chair tray.
"You wanna?" she asked, still bouncing.
"What?" I asked vaguely.
"Will you read this to me?"
"No, not right now," I told her, "Maybe later, O.K.? I have to do the laundry." I smiled apologetically but this didn't deter her.
"Ooooohhhhh! Can I help you?" she squealed. I grabbed the screaming baby and plopped him into his playpen.
"How 'bout you watch Barney instead?" I suggested. With her help the laundry would take twice as long.
I started folding towels and made a mental list of the jobs I had for the day.
Bo started crying again. He was standing against the mesh side and holding his pudgy little arms out towards me. He hadn't had his morning bottle and was fussy.
After searching the cupboards twice, I remembered leaving his formula in the van. Shoving my sock-less feet into my tennis shoes, I ran to get it.
As I closed the door to my dreary, monotonous home I was met with the beauty of life "on the outside." I leaned against the cool wood door and drank in the peacefulness. The sky was a perfect springtime blue. The fresh morning air was brushed with sweet jasmine and new grass and together they fragrantly swirled their lovely fingers within my soul, stirring remembrances of beautiful, carefree days of long ago. I once had dreams. How did I end up as just a stay-at-home mother?
I hadn't realized my eyes were closed until they snapped open as Bo's ear-piercing war cry sliced through the door. I lingered outside defiantly, blocking him out.
A young man turning the corner at the end of the block caught my eye. He was glancing at the houses on both sides of the street. He had a leather jacket tossed over his shoulder and on his right arm there was a large, indiscernible tattoo. He caught my gaze and held it. He swung his long hair off his shoulders and quickened his step. I slid the van door open and searched for the formula, which I found lodged under the back seat. I turned around and jerked, startled that the young man had stopped at the foot of my inclined driveway and was watching me. I dropped the formula and it rolled into the street. He ignored the can and pulled out a piece of paper.
"I can't find Irving Circle; you know which way it is?" he asked. I nodded and gave quick directions.
He mumbled "thanks" and sped off.
Bo's screams heightened. I rolled my eyes and ran to collect his formula.
I did not see the truck barreling down the street, nor did I feel the impact as it struck me, but I knew instantly that I was dead. I was staring at my body on the street while a frantic man jumped out of the truck and began clutching at his hair. I turned in a slow circle, not sure of what to do. White powder was spewn over the asphalt where I lay.
My children. The thought spun me towards my house. I stood in the street near my body, yet I could see clearly into every room of my home. Bo was angrily throwing his head against the mesh side of the playpen. Molly was on her bed staring at the ceiling. Little Kelly was sitting on the couch concentrating on the book I wouldn't read her.
I tried stepping towards my home but couldn't move my legs. I could and did stumble backwards, but when I rushed forward, my feet held fast.
I looked around wildly as things began strangely changing. The bright blue sky slowly seeped away like fresh paint washed away by the rain. In its place a lifeless gray oozed out, soaking up the open space. The landscape stood securely, but all of its color drained.
Panic of all sorts invaded me and I fell to my knees. I desperately willed for my children to stay inside. I watched them intently.
I was grabbed suddenly from behind, and was shocked to see my mother. Tears were streaming down her face. She had been dead for years. Despite my surprise, I was mildly annoyed at being distracted.
"I've been waiting for so long," her voice broke. She hugged me again and I let her. I was glad when she turned from me and looked towards my children. She covered her mouth and cried.
"I've been watching you all this time," she managed, and then took a deep breath to calm herself. "Right from the very start, I've watched you with your children." A sob escaped her, but she controlled her voice and said, "I see that I taught you well."
You taught me nothing, I very nearly snapped, for she hadn't. She had always been too busy with "life" to spend time with me. Then I realized her meaning. The reality slapped me. I couldn't breathe as I stared at each of their lovely faces. Regret dumped over me in heavy ice-cold splashes. It was true. I was just like her. The children were something that needed to "get done." Just another endless household job.
How many times had I wished my mother would sit with me? How many times had my children wanted that? I longed desperately to touch them. Why hadn't I put Kelly on my lap and taught her to fold the clothes, or danced with her, instead of the perfect blonde on TV? Now, I would never have the chance. And my son. I would never be able to hold his chubby little body against me. I could count on one hand the times I had sat down to play with Molly, or brush her hair, or listen to her talk. I was always too busy.
My mother put her hand on my shoulder. I restrained the urge to pull away. I didn't want to see her then, but reluctantly gave her my attention when I saw her pleading eyes. She stumbled for words. "I wish that things would have been different," she finally said. I wasn't sure if she meant for her and me, or for my children and me.
"Please," she said, "can we please spend some time?" she looked at me hopefully. "We could read together; I know you like to read." But I didn't want to be with her. I just wanted to be alone and wait for my children to finally come to where I was. I barely knew this sorrowful woman.
I kept my eyes on my children and let my mother wait. Time began shifting strangely, much like the colors had. I watched as changes came stridently. Bo stopped crying and his playpen disappeared. Seconds later he was a toddler running through the house. I watched in amazement as Molly's features changed and her young girlish face sharpened beautifully. Little Kelly's cropped hair grew long and was tied back, and she moved gracefully, rather than bouncing off the walls in a hyper frenzy.
I was interrupted this time by the voice of my grandmother. "Ha!" she chortled. "Yeh finally got here, I see." She was hunched over in a drab, knitted shawl and her wrinkled face was twisted into a frown. She cocked her head. "I see yeh got yerself some little devils runnin' wild." She shook her head and heaved out a sigh, "Yer mother rattles about how delightful they are. Ha! Sure, they're cute now... I just had me the one! And I was still kept tied to the house like a slave!" I stared at her with disdain. She peered towards my house and nodded, "Well, if you take to wallowin' in yer pity, least you can find comfort that your toilet bowl is shined up nice and clean."
I didn't know if she mocked me or if she spoke out of sheer idiocy, but at that point I didn't care, and began screaming at her until she left.
I hated being here. I could only wait until my children came. Things had continued to change while I was yelling at my grandmother. The children were a little older and a woman was in the house. A woman? She had my children by the hands, twirling them in a circle. And they were all laughing. I pressed against the unseen window that blocked me from my children. They were fine. They were happy. Then the woman gathered my children on the couch. Bo reached up and touched her face and she smiled lovingly at him. Something twisted in my heart. Molly leaned against the woman's shoulder. The woman's other arm drew Kelly in close. Kelly beamed and held up a book. "Will you read this one, Mommy?"
What? Had Kelly called her Mommy? The woman kissed my daughter's head and opened the book.
"NO!" I screamed, "I'm Mommy!" I pressed against the window desperately. "Kelly! I'm your Mommy!" She could not hear me. They didn't remember me. They loved her. Now what would I be waiting for? My children would greet me with the same enthusiasm that I had for my own mother. It was too much to bear. Sorrow crashed against me in violent waves, choking me, drowning me.
"Please!" I sobbed, "I love you! Remember? Please remember!" But remember what? That I was too busy? Oh God! I pleaded. They must have known I loved them.
Tears blinded me. I couldn't see them but I could hear their voices and they tortured me. "Mommy?" Kelly asked her. The woman didn't answer. I could do nothing but cry. Laughter and joy came from the room. Why hadn't I seen how much they meant to me when I was there?
"Mommy?" Kelly said again, and once more the woman did not answer. Why would she not answer? I tried to see through my tears but everything was blurry and gray. My mother whispered, "I'm sorry," sounding far-off. It echoed against my sorrow. And then again, another hand was on my shoulder.
The gray swirled and dispersed. I was lying on my back. My eyes opened slowly. My white lacy drapes were pulled back, displaying a clear blue sky, and Kelly was leaning over me with wide, beautiful, teary eyes.
"Mama, I had a bad dream," she said. I pulled her close and buried my tear-stained face into her hair. I kept my eyes open, afraid to be sucked back into that dreary gray world.
"I had a bad dream too, my love." I whispered. She pulled away with surprise, "Did you dream that I fell off the roof, too?"
I laughed through my tears.
"That's awful, sweetie; is that what you dreamed?" She nodded and I hugged her again until she finally gasped for air.
On that new day, on that beautiful morning, I had the first truly productive day I'd ever had. Syrupy plates piled up in the sink, and the mountain of laundry grew to new heights. The radio stayed off and the TV was nearly chucked into the dumpster.
That first day we gathered up every pillow in the house and built a fort around the kitchen table. And we stayed inside that fort, Bo on my lap and my girls at my side, and read Go Dog Go about fifteen times.
I was no longer trapped; my dreams were being realized. I learned this on the day I died, and praised God for second chances.

Collage of Snapshots

Pictures from birthday parties, weddings, family gatherings, anniversaries, the Fourth of July, Thanksgiving and Christmas. You have already put the best snapshots into albums and these are leftovers. You don't want to throw them away, but you also don't know what to do with them.
Instead of letting your snapshots take up space and contribute to the clutter in your home, use them to make collages (at a cost of less than $10 each) that you can give as Christmas gifts to family and friends.
Here's how:
1. Assess your collection of pictures. Do you have several dozen of your spouse or significant other? Your parents? Your children? Grandparents? A friend? A beloved pet? Decide which person would like to receive these pictures and divide them into groups accordingly.
2. Buy a picture frame with glass (either 5x7 or 8x10) for each collage you are going to make. Department stores sometimes have sales on picture frames, and you can often purchase a suitable frame for $5 or less.
3. Cut a sheet of paper (use cardstock, 24# paper or light cardboard) to match the size of the opening on the picture frame.
4. Cut out the background of the pictures, leaving just the people (or pets). Cut out enough pictures to cover the sheet of paper.
5. Arrange the cut-out pictures on the paper. Mix and match and experiment. Try placing the pictures at different angles.
6. After you have an idea of how you would like to arrange the pictures, glue them to the paper. (Check the label to make sure that you can use the glue with photographs.) Cover the entire sheet of paper with pictures.
7. When the glue is dry, insert the paper into the frame.
Collages are not only a good way to use your old snapshots, but the recipients also will cherish them for years to come as a special and thoughtful gift.
Stamp Vase

clear vase
podgy glue


1. Wash and dry your vase thoroughly.

2. Cover your work surface with newspaper.

3. Choose the stamps you want to use. Most of the stamps you will use will be whole stamps but some you will have to cut or overlap. It depends on the look you want for your vase.

4. At the top of the vase you can start with whole stamps. Dip your paintbrush in the podgy and spread a little on the area of the vase where you are going to apply the first stamp. Now use the podgy on your brush to pick up the first stamp you have decided to use. Apply the stamp to the prepared area and spread a thin layer of the podgy over the entire stamp until it is glued down flat to the stamp. If there are ridges in the vase you need to smooth down the stamp into the ridges. It is best to use your finger because the brush won’t make it form to the ridges of the vase the way your finger can. Use whole stamps all the way around the top of the vase below the straight line of the top edge of the vase because it makes it easier to cover the vase evenly. If there is a slight gap in between two of the stamps, cut a piece of another stamp that will overlap both stamps and cover the gap.

5. Now that you have covered the top of the vase you can start varying the angles and positioning of the stamps on the rest of the vase. Glue on the stamps in the same manner as you did the first ones. Fill in the gaps between the full stamps you have used with other stamps you cut to fit the space as well as overlapping the edges of the surrounding stamps. You don’t want to cover the images on the stamps but you want them to blend together. Choose stamps that have similar colors or images that compliment each other.

6. When you reach the bottom glue on the whole stamps the same way you did the first stamps at the top of the vase so you are covering the bottom of the vase evenly. This time you need to use the line of the bottom of the vase as your line to follow when gluing on your stamps. Fill in any gaps between the stamps at the bottom with pieces cut from other stamps if necessary. Once again you need to use your finger to form the stamps to the ridges on the vase. The ridges at the bottom of the vase will be bigger than those at the top so there may be some gapping at the bottom of the stamps but this adds to the character of the vase.

7. Let the podgy glue on the stamps dry before adding a second coat. It dries very quickly if you add only a thin coat of the podgy. Pop any bubbles that occur in the podgy so they won’t show up when the vase is dry. Check over your entire vase to see if any stamps are sticking up slightly or there are little gaps you might still need to cover with a piece of a stamp. Cut a piece of stamp to fit and apply it to the vase immediately.

8. Add a second coat to the entire vase paying particular attention to the areas you previously discovered were sticking up when you checked over the vase. Let the vase dry where it won’t be disturbed.

don't let me fall Daddy ...

I was in my room yesterday watching a showbiz talk show when I heard my lil boy screaming. Being a Mom, I imagined the worst happening. Did he fall? Did he wound himself?

Lo and behold, what I saw made me want to strangle H. Look up at the picture above and yes, that is my son, standing on top of the living room table and was being asked by his Dad to jump. Mind you, JUMP! He's only 13 months old. Argh!

Of course, lil B took after his Mom and decided to sit instead of standing up because he still wanted to live. Dad would force him to stand up and he would sit again. Eventually, he started to get frustrated that he ended up pulling his hair.

Poor baby. And the sadistic father was laughing the whole time. Even Lolo was laughing. Hmpf!

After a couple of minutes, and I think due to the fact that baby looked pissed off as hell, he jumped. My heart stopped beating for a minute. Seriously. Then I was able to breathe again when I saw that his Dad caught him in mid air.

And so life was back to normal but I did tell H that next time he does something like that, I will chop him to bits and pieces. Hayyy ... just another day in my crazy life.

A Meme: Life Experiences

This is from Toni. I am tagging everyone who will read this. It'll be fun y'know. Knowing what you've done and what you need to do. =p

01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink
02. Swam with wild dolphins
03. Climbed a mountain
04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
05. Been inside the Great Pyramid
06. Held a tarantula
07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone
08. Said ‘I love you’ and meant it
09. Hugged a tree
10. Bungee jumped
11. Visited Paris
12. Watched a lightning storm at sea
13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise (gotta love Tagaytay Starbucks)
14. Seen the Northern Lights
15. Gone to a huge sports game (UAAP DLSU-ADMU fight! ANIMO La Salle!)
16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa
17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables
18. Touched an iceberg
19. Slept under the stars
20. Changed a baby’s diaper
21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
22. Watched a meteor shower
23. Gotten drunk on champagne
24. Given more than you can afford to charity
25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
27. Had a food fight
28. Bet on a winning horse
29. Asked out a stranger
30. Had a snowball fight
31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can
32. Held a lamb
33. Seen a total eclipse
34. Ridden a roller coaster
35. Hit a home run
36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking
37. Adopted an accent for an entire day
38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment
39. Had two hard drives for your computer
40. Visited all 50 states
41. Taken care of someone who was shit faced
42. Had amazing friends
43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country
44. Watched wild whales
45. Stolen a sign
46. Backpacked in Europe
47. Taken a road-trip
48. Gone rock climbing
49. Midnight walk on the beach
50. Gone sky diving
51. Visited Ireland
52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love
53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them
54. Visited Japan
55. Milked a cow
56. Alphabetized your CDs
57. Pretended to be a superhero
58. Sung karaoke
59. Lounged around in bed all day

60. Posed nude in front of strangers
61. Gone scuba diving
62. Kissed in the rain
63. Played in the mud
64. Played in the rain
65. Gone to a drive-in theater
66. Visited the Great Wall of China
67. Started a business
68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken
69. Toured ancient sites
70. Taken a martial arts class
71. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight
72. Gotten married
73. Been in a movie
74. Crashed a party
75. Gotten divorced
76. Gone without food for 5 days
77. Made cookies from scratch
78. Won first prize in a costume contest
79. Ridden a gondola in Venice
80. Gotten a tattoo (henna lang!)
81. Rafted the Snake River
82. Been on television news programs as an “expert”
83. Got flowers for no reason
84. Performed on stage
85. Been to Las Vegas
86. Recorded music
87. Eaten shark
88. Had a one-night stand
89. Gone to Thailand
90. Bought a house
91. Been in a combat zone
92. Buried one/both of your parents
93. Been on a cruise ship
94. Spoken more than one language fluently
95. Performed in Rocky Horror
96. Raised children
97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour
99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over
101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking
103. Had plastic surgery
104. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived
105. Wrote articles for a large publication
106. Lost over 100 pounds
107. Held someone while they were having a flashback
108. Piloted an airplane
109. Petted a stingray
110. Broken someone’s heart
111. Helped an animal give birth
112. Won money on a T.V. game show
113. Broken a bone
114. Gone on an African photo safari
115. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced
116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
118. Ridden a horse
119. Had major surgery
120. Had a snake as a pet
121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours
123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states
124. Visited all 7 continents
125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
126. Eaten kangaroo meat
127. Eaten sushi
128. Had your picture in the newspaper

129. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about
130. Gone back to school
131. Parasailed
132. Petted a cockroach
133. Eaten fried green tomatoes
134. Read The Iliad - and the Odyssey
135. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read
136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
137. Skipped all your school reunions
138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
139. Been elected to public office
140. Written your own computer language
141. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream
142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care
143. Built your own PC from parts
144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you
145. Had a booth at a street fair
146. Dyed your hair
147. Been a DJ
148. Shaved your head
149. Caused a car accident
150. Saved someone’s life

Huhuhu! Only 55 out of 150. Sheesh. Lol!

B's gladiator shoes

Doesn't it look like those slippers they wore in the Achilles movie?

Sunday, August 20, 2006

Fabrics Galore

Here are some fabrics that my MIL gave to me sometime ago which is now stored in my closet waiting for me to make use of them, and I will, in time.

happy camper

Posted above is our whiteboard that hangs in a lil corner of our room. I took a picture coz its the first time Hubby left me a note and I wanna treasure it. Hehe ... good thing he hasn't erased it yet.

Lil things that make me smile and feel fuzzy all over ...

Saturday, August 19, 2006

picture perfect

love this moment ...

rolling around & chocolates

my son with chocolate plastered on his face
and below .... rolling around

A Day at Festival

We went out with my family last Thursday and dragged them all the way to Festival Mall. They live in Binondo so that's far from their place. But I'm happy that they enjoyed the day though Kikit wasn't able to go with us.

with Kianna at the train ride

me with B in the Flying Planes .... he enjoyed while I was scared

playing to get lots of tickets

Halo Halo at Cabalen

dessert: Maja Blanca, Gelatin, and Leche Plan

ginataan ... one of my faves

me and my son

with Mommy Lou

in the Mini Log Jump .. he enjoyed it

B in the front seat ... having the time of his life.

eat all you can at Cabalen

you weren't there

The poem below is my own creation. I made this for my Dawson Leery back in college after we had the kiss. I just remembered it now due to this entry from a coworker's blog. The poem shown in her blog was something I made for my Dawson back in high school.

I wanted to see you
but when I looked
you weren't there.

I wanted to hold you
but when I reached out
you weren't there.

I wanted to kiss you
but when I tried
you weren't there.

I wanted to see you
I wanted to hold you
I wanted to kiss you

but you weren't there.

Friday, August 18, 2006

Playtime with Daddy

Looking at Brent, he seems to be having the time of his life playing with his Dad. Why wouldn't he when he knows that as long as his Dad is there, he'd always be safe. =p

School Time ... NOT!

My big boy is seated at his A-i's desk looking ready to conquer school ... but not yet. I want him to enjoy his toddler years and I know that school can wait. After all, as my Dad would say before: "Let them enjoy playing. Don't let them go to school early so they won't easily tire of it."

Good job Daddy!

56 Dad! Happy Happy!

happy 56th birthday Angkong!

DA family

my Dad blowing his minute candle

goofing around after the party

my Dad with some of his friends from INC

ang tatakaw o! that's Ron, Tin, and Ate Vangie

still more food

some of the food (covered were abalone, seafood roll, pork liempo, yang chow rice, et al)

Desperate Housewives WannaBe

Last year I was not able to celebrate my Dad's birthday with him as well as the year before that. So to say that I was real happy to have been able to celebrate his 56th birthday with him and the entire family would be an understatement. It was so nice to see the smile on his face and knowing that he was indeed enjoying the mini get together. Here are some pics that we got of the party. To more years Daddy ... I love you!