Saturday, August 22, 2015

Date Night

Last night, the hubby and I decided to do what psychology books say couples should do to strengthen their marriage... Go on a date night.

Of course, it has nothing to do with the fact that we again "won" tickets to the Hilarities comedy club we always go to. We're just a romantic couple who go out on dates once in a blue moon ever since the kids were born.

To set the mood, on the way out, we argued about the garage door being out of battery, then bickered about his driving skills... because, you know, that's what romantic couples married for 6 years do! But nothing calms people down more than a glass of sangria and a bottle of beer. A few minutes later, we were holding hands and playing footsie under the table, like teenagers on a first date. Psychologists might really be on to something with their marriage advice!

Needless to say, we had fun. We strengthen our marriage by listening to the stand up comedian talk about his recent divorce and make fun of marriage. We then went to the casino nearby and gambled our hard earned money, hoping beyond hope that financial woes won't be the cause of arguments later.  I must have beginners luck, because we won a whopping $16 for playing blackjack! Granted that we only played 4 times, but that's definitely enough for a person who has gambling addiction genes running in her blood! I mean, look at the number of cousins I have who spent their life savings on casinos!

Like Cinderella, or maybe due to old age, by midnight, we were ready to head home. And like most first dates, the night didn't end with a romp in the bed. Much to my date's disappointment.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

The One with my Camping Stories

I'm a low maintenance woman.

Okay, fine... scratch that! I can almost hear the hubby snicker loudly in the background.

I'm a  low medium maintenance woman. I pride myself in growing up in the farm feeding chickens, tending my parents' ampalaya garden and camping primitively when I was in high school. I'm a cowgirl, I can do anything! Or so I thought. Apparently, I failed to take into consideration what years of city life can do. It turns you into a diva!

So two weeks ago, I had the smartest idea to go on an "adventure", and take my family to join the in-laws on their yearly camping vacation in Michigan. The hubby wanted to get a cabin... but no, I was adamant that I would give my kids the primitive camping experience and rough it up! Granted that my in-laws have a completely decked-out camper that is only a few campsites away, and in which you'd probably find us most of the time, we would still be sleeping in our own tents.

The first day went great. We had a lot of fun! We set-up our tents (in record breaking 30 minutes, by the way.. woohoo!), hang out by the lake, eat fattening foods, then sat by the campfire eating more fattening foods. The kids were having the time of their life! However, when it was time to go to bed, that's when I realized I made the worst decision. How could I have insisted on sleeping in a tent?! My neighboring campers decided to let everything lose, including their couth and morals, and sat by their campfire, talking loudly until wee hours of the morning!  It didn't help that the only thing blocking their noises was a thin fabric of nylon for our tent! I was so close to loosing my sanity and doing a Mel Gibson rant, but the hubby restrained me, insisting there are no laws against loud noises. Apparently, even at 2 in the morning! And so I kept my mouth shut, and proceeded to take a 2 hour on-and-off nighttime nap. And as if that wasn't enough punishment, God decided to send the ducks and geese at 5 in the morning to delight me even more with their obnoxiously loud quacks.

But, there's a but... there's a vindictive side to this utterly sweet personality. And so the next morning, at 6:30am, when my early bird of a family woke up while the rest of the world was still sleeping, I decided to turn the music on and crank it loudly. There are no laws against loud noises, right? Revenge...oh, sweet revenge!

Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of the story. The following night, the same thing happened again. And to top it off, it rained on us, completely ruining my sleep. And so, as I lay there, listening to the pitter patter of raindrops, I knew it was the first and last time this medium-maintenance gal is going tent-camping again.

Wednesday, August 19, 2015

I'm Back!

Five years, 4 months and 26 days.

That's how long it has been since I last wrote on this blog. Don't shoot me. I know I said I'll be back, but I didn't say when, so technically I still kept my promise.

In case you're wondering why I fell off the blogosphere... well, blame it on my money, time and energy-sucking, but loving kids! Yes, that's right. Kids! As in plural - with an s! I have two kids now, a 4-year old boy and a 5-year old girl. Who would have thought it would happen after my apparently-just-perceived infertility issues, right?  I mean, we've been trying so hard to conceive for about a year and were about to lose hope, when, all of a sudden, bam, a fertilized egg emerged! And as if that's not enough surprize, four months after giving birth to my daughter, I found out I was pregnant again! You should have seen the shock on my beloved husband's face! You would have thought the scientists declared that the Sun wasn't a star, after all. I guess it didn't help that I made the announcement a day before April Fools. The poor guy thought I was joking, until I showed him the 3 positive pregnancy tests! Needless to say, he's incredulous, asking how it happened. Well, duh!... his brain must have been fried from the shock, because that's the stupidest question ever! How exactly did he think it happened?

So here I am, a mother of two preschoolers, with a full time management job. You'd think that's enough to keep me busy with no room for anything else, right? Wrong! I decided that's not enough torture, so I went back to graduate school to get an MBA. I wish I can claim I'm a superwoman, but then I have huge help from my Mom, so I'm not really doing it all. Plus, I have an awesome boss who lets me work from home when I feel like it, so life isn't really that hard. But suffice it so say, that after that second baby surprise, I hurriedly went back to the doctor and demanded a 10-year birth control plan. I also made sure my wishes were phrased the right way, because its true what they say... be careful what you wish for! I learned it the hard way. I'm happy with my two rugrats - they're my life, but they're all this Mommy can handle.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Leave of Absence

I have to take a temporary leave of absence from the Bloggers World. This pregnancy is taking a toll on me. I'm nauseated and tired all the time, and I feel as though my brain is being drained of its creativity juices. The teeny, tiny amount of brain function left in me, I have to devote to my job... since I've just been promoted to Chemist III!!! But honestly, even the thrill of being promoted, or the excitement of renewing my vows and visiting Grand Canyon in two weeks had been sucked out of me. I can't wait for the first trimester to be over. I want my energy and my mind back!

Anyway, I'll be back, I promise. So please hang in there. In the meantime, I'm sending my love to all of you!!!

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

The Wedding

Exactly a year ago today, I woke up with all the excitement of a woman about to marry the love of her life.

Never mind that it was a preliminary courthouse wedding and it was just the two of us, it was the day we'd vow to spend our lives together and love each other forever. I was a quivering mass of happiness and enthusiasm.

That is... until we had thirty minutes to spare before the wedding, and my vain husband-to-be was still putting gel in his hair! I finished taking a shower, putting on my wedding dress, and doing my hair and make-up all in the span of 40 minutes, while he had been in the bathroom for almost an hour doing God knows what, and still wasn't finished!

Naturally, I began to feel antsy, and started to nag him to hurry up. Although the courthouse was only fifteen minutes away from our place, I wanted to get there a few minutes ahead of time. Having been raised by an uber-punctual dad who drags us to parties and events an hour before the specified time (much to our and the host's consternation), I have learned to be always a few minutes early. You know, in case of unforseen situations! My husband-to-be on the other hand, except for our first few dates when he was still trying to lure me in, and for baseball games where we have club seats with all-you-can-eat-buffet, had rarely been ahead or on time.

Apparently, even for his own wedding.

After 10 minutes of my nagging and prodding, he finally came out of the bathroom looking... admittedly, oh-so-gorgeous, it was almost worth the wait (almost, being the operative word)! But given the current state of mood I was in, I'd be damned if I admit it loudly, so naturally, I kept my mouth shut. We got to the courthouse 15 minutes later, but just as I have dreaded... an unforseen situation! There was no available parking space close by! We had to park half a mile away and walk back to the courthouse. Mind you, it was almost time for the ceremony, the temperature was close to freezing, I was wearing a short, white dress paired with a 2-inch high heeled sandals... and now he tells me I have to walk??!! With every "Relax, we're gonna be fine" that the guy utters, I only get increasingly madder.

We got to the courthouse five minutes late, but to another wedding still ongoing. This naturally, resulted to him giving a victorious smile that basically says I told you so.The usherette came to us and told us what a good-looking couple we were, which predictably, resulted to yet another victorious smile from him.

When it was time for our wedding vows, all my irritation disappeared, replaced by an overflowing love for the man I was marrying. Sure, he's a guy who spends a ridiculous amount of time perfecting every strand of his hair, obsesses in getting every cabinet in the house perfectly organized, drags me to far too many family reunions than I care for, but he's also a man who lovingly takes care of me when I'm sick, who spends several hours trying to find my perfect birthday gift, and who calls me every single day to tell me how much he loves me.

Sometimes, I still can't believe it's been a year, and I'm still very much in love and happy. It's definitely not easy, with all the challenges we had to go through, but I wouldn't wanna change anything given the chance. I love this man with all my heart and there's nobody in this world I'd rather be with than him.

Happy anniversary, Honey!!! Looking forward to our second wedding ceremony in two weeks (where... more importantly, I'd finally get to wear my wedding dress)!

Monday, March 15, 2010

Is October Over Yet?

Remember the post I wrote last week about pregnancy experience as the greatest thing ever? Well... forget it, I'm taking it back!

Here's why...

1. I have to pinch my arm countless of times to keep myself awake during work hours, and then when I get home, all I wanna do is crawl into bed and take a nap.
2. I have to force feed myself everyday because I need to digest something for the baby growing inside of me, but everything taste metallic and bitter.
3. I have to stay away from my poor puppy because his smell makes me wanna puke.
4. I have to stay away from the Hubby (or at least order him to stop wearing any cologne or body spray) because cologne makes me nauseous.
5. My boobs are so sore I can't sleep in my favorite position.
6. I get up every hour to go to the bathroom.
7. I haven't gotten laid in almost a month, and probably won't for three more weeks, until we know for sure that the baby's okay.
8. I'm too hormonal (self explanatory).
9. And the birthing process that I have to go through?... let's not even go there for now.

Honestly God, where did you get the idea that women are the one who's supposed to carry babies? Isn't our emotional instability enough indication?

PS. But God, I'm only kidding! I'd willingly go through this a hundred times for the chance to have a child!

Thursday, March 11, 2010

Stress Queen

My heart is bleeding right now.

A couple of weeks after I was jumping with joy over the greatest realization that I was pregnant, I was greeted by the news that my cousin's baby died in his wife's womb. The wife was 5 and a half months pregnant when her water broke, forcing her into early delivery. The sad part was that if the incident only happened two weeks later, the baby would have had the chance to survive. As it was, she (aptly named Angelica) didn't stand a chance.

What's even sadder is that I knew how much they wanted that baby. They've been trying for almost 7 years, the last of which were spent in fertility clinics going through IUI's and fertility drugs. They've spent thousands of dollars just to have her! But now, here they are, buying a casket instead of a crib, preparing for a funeral instead of a nursery. My heart bleeds so much for them. I can just imagine the pain and heartache they're going through.

And as someone who's such a Stress Queen (who stresses about being stressed), this predictably had set me into a state of fear. Slight abdominal cramp (possibly imagined) and I start to panic, driving my husband into the brink of utter frustration. The other night I even dreamt that I had a miscarriage, and woke up in the middle of the night crying like a lunatic!I swear off pregnancy books for now, because, my goodness, all they do is stress the heck out of me! Ectopic pregnancy, molar pregnancy, miscarriages... I can definitely live without those thoughts right now.

So instead, here's to happy thoughts... like renewal of vows, endless buffets, Grand Canyon tour, Las Vegas shows, and poolside fun ... all in just a matter of three weeks!!!