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.
Saturday, August 22, 2015
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.
Okay, fine... scratch that! I can almost hear the hubby snicker loudly in the background.
I'm a
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.
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.
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