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.
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!!!
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)!
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!
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!!!
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!!!
Monday, March 8, 2010
The Ticket to Laziness, Moodiness and Brattiness
Being pregnant is awesome! I kid you not, it's the greatest thing ever! It's your license to get out of things you don't wanna get into, and to get the things you wanted to get, but normally wouldn't. In short, it's your ticket to laziness, moodiness and brattiness. All legit and perfectly excusable... because your pregnant!
I don't feel like cooking tonight, Honey, I'm too tired!... 'No problem, Babe. Just sit back and relax.'
I can't clean the house, the vacuum is too heavy!.. 'Don't worry, I'll do it.'
Can you grab me a piece of cake in the fridge? I'm craving for one... 'Okay, Honey.'
Don't argue with me, I'm pregnant!... 'Fine, I'm keeping my mouth shut.'
I think you should get me that diamond necklace, I'm carrying your baby!... 'Sure, which one?'
Being pregnant is wonderful... exhaustion, sore boobs and countless trips to the bathroom aside.
I don't feel like cooking tonight, Honey, I'm too tired!... 'No problem, Babe. Just sit back and relax.'
I can't clean the house, the vacuum is too heavy!.. 'Don't worry, I'll do it.'
Can you grab me a piece of cake in the fridge? I'm craving for one... 'Okay, Honey.'
Don't argue with me, I'm pregnant!... 'Fine, I'm keeping my mouth shut.'
I think you should get me that diamond necklace, I'm carrying your baby!... 'Sure, which one?'
Being pregnant is wonderful... exhaustion, sore boobs and countless trips to the bathroom aside.
Friday, March 5, 2010
The Power of a Pink Line
Let me tell you something.
I've been literally trying to hold myself back from spilling the news since the day I found out - for fear that it's all a dream or just a false alarm,- that I sometimes feel like my head's going to explode from all the contained excitement. Well... I decided that before I gross either my neighbors or my co-workers out with scattered brain tissues, I might as well spill the beans!
Drum roll please....
I'm 6 weeks pregnant!!! Yes, you heard it right! P-R-E-G-N-A-N-T, pregnant!!! And the most wonderful thing is, Hubby and I did it without the expensive help of science! Just the tried and tested, old-fashioned baby-making technique!
As some you already knew, we had been trying to conceive since Month Two of our married life. However, after seven months of amazing sex with no luck, we finally went to a doctor who performed ridiculously ASSpensive tests, and told us we have infertility issues and that the only way we'll conceive is through the help of science! This naturally resulted to me crying at every diaper commercials, and becoming painfully aware of how many pregnant Moms there are in every grocery stores or how many crying babies there are in churches during the few occasions that I go.
Fortunately, before we even get to the money-draining Plan B, the undoubtedly enjoyable (except for the occasional times when I or Hubs wasn't in the mood and it starts to feel more like work) and natural Plan A worked!
Predictably, I've been on cloud nine since the day that precious pink line showed up in all three of my pregnancy tests. (I just have to be completely sure!) There are times when I still find it so hard to believe. I keep expecting myself to wake up and realize it's all a dream. I've been so used to disappointments, month after month, that my happiness is sometimes still tinged with fear. I know the next couple of months are crucial, as miscarriages are more prevalent on the first trimester, but I have faith. If before I don't believe in miracles, I definitely do now. This is our miracle! God answered our prayers and I can only hope that He continues to do so, and give us a strong, healthy, smart and beautiful baby. Boy or girl... I don't care.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Caught Between a Rock and a Hard Place
I'm a die-hard 'Friends' fanatic. My love for that show is parallel to my love for shopping, watermelon and all things beach-related. I watch the re-runs on TV everytime they're on (which is like, everyday!), even though I own the complete DVD series. (Talk about obsessed!)
But that's not the point of this post.
The point is that, last night, I watched an episode of Friends where Rachel's a-hole but ravishingly yummy, Italian boyfriend made a pass at Phoebe, while she was trying to give him a body massage. This resulted to Phoebe having the obvious dilemna of whether to tell Rachel or not. In the end, she did, Rachel believed her and broke up with her boyfriend, and everything went well.
This of course, brought me to memory lane and reminded me of a kinda similar scenario that happened back in my graduate school days. I say kinda, because the guy didn't make a pass at me (thank God, or I'd be serving jailtime for punching him in the face!), but cheated on a friend of mine with a questionably hot woman... and I caught him! And also because, my life - despite all my prayers and wishful thinking, isn't a TV show or a fairy tale, and that unlike Rachel and Phoebe, things didn't go well between me and my friend after I told her!
Instead, like a true one-lab-accident-from-being-a-supervillain that she turned out to be, she accused me of lying and being jealous because at that time, she's got a boyfriend and I didn't. (Oh women, why are we so complicated?) She completely cut me off from her life and continued dating the guy. But as far as I knew, it only lasted for another month or so, because the next thing I've heard, they've broken up. I can only assume that she found out for herself what a douchebag he really was.
I thought after their break-up, she'd be on her knees begging for forgiveness and telling me that I'm the greatest friend to ever roam planet Earth. No such luck! For a while, I missed her and wondered if I made the right decision, but then thought... wait a minute, if she were my true friend, she would have trusted me and believed that I only had the best intentions!
So, in my early-twenties Drama Queen fashion, I said... Eff it! She can stick our friendship up her royal butt!
What would you do if you we're in my shoes? Would you tell your friend or just let her find out for herself?
Monday, March 1, 2010
For the Sake of Fashion
The Hubby and I had been walking at the mall for two hours the other day, when I started whining.
"I gotta rest. My feet are killing me."
He looked at my 2 1/2-inch high-heeled boots and said, "Why did you wear those shoes? You knew we were gonna go shopping!"
Oh crap, the guy's got a point! Too bad my brain wasn't functioning when I was getting ready to head out of the door! But... like a typical wife, I'd be darned if I admit that I was wrong, and that he was, for once in his life, right about something. So instead, I gave him the most brilliant explanation I can come up with.
"Honey, these boots make me look taller and walk sexier. Sometimes, you just gotta sacrifice comfort for the sake of fashion!"
And with that, tried to walk as sexily as I can with a slight limp in my gait.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Of Wedding Dresses and Losing Weight
I think I might have to stop donating to the gym and start using it for real.
Allow me to explain.
A year and a half ago, or two months after my then-boyfriend (and now-husband) finally realized he couldn't live without me and asked me to marry him, I went to David's Bridal with my sister with the sole intention of just-to-look. We came to the door, and were greeted by a saleswoman who's got a very strong persuasive power she'd probably convince Rush Limbaugh to become a Democrat. I told her what my intention was, and off she went to bring out dresses I could try on. I did, and one dress in particular caught my eye and sent my heart into a frenzy flutter. I knew right then and there it was the ONE. I just have to have it! It didn't matter that we haven't set a wedding date at that time. Between the saleslady's strong persuasive powers and my typical shopaholic's ability of turning just-to-look into i-gotta-buy, I knew my willpower's at the losing end. Well... I don't have to tell you how that battle played out.
Fast forward to the present.
I ended up just having a preliminary civil wedding, and since I didn't wanna look like a crazy, overdressed bride walking around the courthouse, I decided to wear a short, simpler dress. I figured I'll just wear the ONE when the right time comes.
Unfortunately, I didn't take into consideration what a year of marriage does to people... it makes you gain weight!
So yesterday, I was trying on my size 2 wedding dress when I realized... que horror, I couldn't get into it!!! This naturally resulted to me screaming for Hubby at the top of my lungs he thought I cut off my arm or something. With his help and some belly-tucking and breath-holding, I finally got into my dress. It still fits, although obviously... just barely.
So now, here I am, onto my 35-day mission of losing at least five pounds before our vow renewal ceremony. I'm starting tomorrow. Let's see how long will I last. If you haven't guessed yet, I'm not a fitness buff, but right now, I've got the motivation!
Needless to say, my husband - the workout junkie, was so happy, he's thinking of renewing our wedding vows every year. You know... if that's what it takes to get me to the gym.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
If You're a Mistress of a Man You Knew Is Married, Do You Deserve an Apology?
I've had enough of this Tiger Woods drama, as I'm sure you are too. I wasn't actually planning on writing anything about the whole saga, because frankly, I think his personal life is supposed to be that... personal and private. I think we should just care about what he does in the golf course and nothing else. But the latest development had me boiling to the core that I just felt a terrible need to talk about it. (This would be my first and last post about this, I promise!)
The thing is, his alleged mistress is demanding a public apology from him. When I heard this, my intial reaction was... What? Say that again? She wants an apology, like she deserves one? Her Hollywood lawyer (Gloria Allred) explained that he should, because he pursued her, lied to her, told her she's the only one, blah, blah, blah.
Now, wait a minute, you sad, pathetic woman! Don't tell me she doesn't know that Tiger Woods have a wife and children! It's only all over the news since they got married! Unless she's making porn movies cooped up in a shack in Timbuktu, there's no way in hell she doesn't know he's married. Why don't the two of you just tell us honestly what you really hope to gain by doing this?
Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not on Tiger Woods' side either. Frankly, I think he's a douchebag for cheating on his wife. I've been cheated on before and the experience left me with such a bitter taste, that my resulting hatred for cheaters continue to run through my veins. The pain of heartache coupled with the pain of betrayal was too much to handle that I almost had a breakdown. I had moved on since then, but I can't say, even after four long years, that I have completely forgiven the guy.
However, I also think that if you knowingly enter an affair with a married man/woman (or someone in a relationship), you're as guilty as the cheater. You're officially a homewrecker! I know sometimes it's hard to choose who to fall in love with, but you don't have to let your heart (or crotch) rule over your head. Your brain is on top of your body for that reason! If you do, then don't expect any sympathy. Especially if you're a woman like her who's probably not even in love with Tiger Woods, but only after his money and fame. Show some dignity, woman!
My dear friends, what's your take on this? Discuss.
The thing is, his alleged mistress is demanding a public apology from him. When I heard this, my intial reaction was... What? Say that again? She wants an apology, like she deserves one? Her Hollywood lawyer (Gloria Allred) explained that he should, because he pursued her, lied to her, told her she's the only one, blah, blah, blah.
Now, wait a minute, you sad, pathetic woman! Don't tell me she doesn't know that Tiger Woods have a wife and children! It's only all over the news since they got married! Unless she's making porn movies cooped up in a shack in Timbuktu, there's no way in hell she doesn't know he's married. Why don't the two of you just tell us honestly what you really hope to gain by doing this?
Now, don't get me wrong. I'm not on Tiger Woods' side either. Frankly, I think he's a douchebag for cheating on his wife. I've been cheated on before and the experience left me with such a bitter taste, that my resulting hatred for cheaters continue to run through my veins. The pain of heartache coupled with the pain of betrayal was too much to handle that I almost had a breakdown. I had moved on since then, but I can't say, even after four long years, that I have completely forgiven the guy.
However, I also think that if you knowingly enter an affair with a married man/woman (or someone in a relationship), you're as guilty as the cheater. You're officially a homewrecker! I know sometimes it's hard to choose who to fall in love with, but you don't have to let your heart (or crotch) rule over your head. Your brain is on top of your body for that reason! If you do, then don't expect any sympathy. Especially if you're a woman like her who's probably not even in love with Tiger Woods, but only after his money and fame. Show some dignity, woman!
My dear friends, what's your take on this? Discuss.
Monday, February 22, 2010
For the Love of Dancing
Last Saturday, after days of constant prodding and promises of nudity, I finally convinced the Hubby to take me dancing. The last time I've been to a dance club was when Justin Timberlake was still trying to bring the sexy back (which is like three years ago, when I was still in graduate school), and I just felt this terrible need to release my pent-up dance energy. Next to shopping and eating ice cream, I love, love, love dancing! Unfortunately, I married an old soul trapped in a hot, young body who doesn't. Well... at least, I was able to convince him to take me.
So off to the club we went.
A minute after we started dancing, I finally understood. The poor guy can't dance for the life of him! (This is a sort of thing I should have known during the wedding dance. Unfortunately we didn't have one). At some point, I think I might have laughed at the way he danced that he decided he has done his husbandly duty of pleasing me and just stood beside me watching me dance. And no amount of prodding and begging could make him dance again.
But I decided that nothing can ruin my night. Who knew when the Hubs will take me out again?
So I continued dancing around him, oblivious to anybody who might be watching.
And there I was, dancing happily and uninhibitedly, when my eyes came into contact with a guy who winked naughtily at me. All of a sudden, I realized how I must have looked like dancing sexily around a standing pole of a man! I looked around and sure enough, I gathered a few interested audience. Slightly embarrased, I told the Hubby to start dancing or else...
So off to the club we went.
A minute after we started dancing, I finally understood. The poor guy can't dance for the life of him! (This is a sort of thing I should have known during the wedding dance. Unfortunately we didn't have one). At some point, I think I might have laughed at the way he danced that he decided he has done his husbandly duty of pleasing me and just stood beside me watching me dance. And no amount of prodding and begging could make him dance again.
But I decided that nothing can ruin my night. Who knew when the Hubs will take me out again?
So I continued dancing around him, oblivious to anybody who might be watching.
And there I was, dancing happily and uninhibitedly, when my eyes came into contact with a guy who winked naughtily at me. All of a sudden, I realized how I must have looked like dancing sexily around a standing pole of a man! I looked around and sure enough, I gathered a few interested audience. Slightly embarrased, I told the Hubby to start dancing or else...
After that night, I came home with two realizations... (1) that it's better to take my girlfriends next time I go clubbing, and (2) that I might have discovered the perfect back-up job in case this Chemistry gig doesn't pan out.
Saturday, February 20, 2010
I'm Married to a Smart Ass
I told The Hubby last night that I wanna be a Product Manager or Techology Director in the future. My number of years pretending to listen to my boss (or any boss for that matter), and imagining giving him the finger when he's being a jerk, is almost close to its limit. I'm contemplating on pursuing an MBA to help me in my quest, or maybe applying for a Lab Manager position as my next step. I'm pretty much tired of being micromanaged most of the time.
My sweet, ever-supportive husband decided to encourage me.
"Sure Honey, I think you should go for it. If you need recommendation, I'll even give you one. I, for one, can definitely vouch that you're good at bossing people around!"
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Olympic Fever
I turned on the television to watch the Olympic Games the other day, and was greeted by the sight of two men - who I thought were part of the cleaning crew- sweeping the surface of an iced court. (Talk about clueless!). Okay, it was breaktime... or so I thought, until the crowd started cheering loudly. I focused my attention on the screen and paused...wait a minute... am I actually watching a game?!! Could it really be... that I'm watching an olympic sports?
Turned out, I really was. It's called curling!
I couldn't understand how it could be an event, but whatever, I decided to watch it long enough to get the hang of it. And soon enough, I did understand the basics... one guy has to slide a stone down the ice, towards the center of goal, while his two teammates help guide the stone using a broom or a brush or whatever its called.
Turned out, I really was. It's called curling!
I couldn't understand how it could be an event, but whatever, I decided to watch it long enough to get the hang of it. And soon enough, I did understand the basics... one guy has to slide a stone down the ice, towards the center of goal, while his two teammates help guide the stone using a broom or a brush or whatever its called.
To be honest with you, I spent the first 24 years of my life not caring a hoot about the Olympics. Or any sports for that matter. I grew up as a bookworm who was always buried in books and involved in academic competitions (I sound so boring as a kid, don't I?). But one fateful day, six years ago, I turned on the television and saw Michael Phelps's hot bod, swimming gracefully and oh-so-fast in the water, it was almost unbelievable! Soon enough, I found myself watching each and every one of his events. And then some. And before I knew it, I was hooked. On Michael Phelps and the Summer Olympics.
So now, here I am, venturing into the Winter Olympic World as well. Although definitely not with the same passionate enthusiasm! I do love figure skating, speed skating and snowboarding, but curling? Not a big fan. Oh well... maybe I should just really open my mind, and accept the fact that Olympics doesn't just revolve around half-naked and very hot men in swim trunks hurrying to get to the finish line, or gorgeous guys in shorts kicking the ball to score a goal!
Anyway, what's your favorite summer or winter olympic event? Anybody who's a big fan of curling? Maybe you can enlighten me more about the game.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
The Domesticated Wife
Yesterday, since Cleveland was being hammered with snow again (like it's something new!), and the Hubby had a doctor's appointment that I had to tag along to, I decided to declare it my holiday and take the day off. I figured it would also be the perfect time to show him that I'm not just a sweet, smart and pretty wife (hey, this is my blog, I can say anything I want!), but a domestic one as well. I wanted him to think he married the perfect woman - moodiness and crankiness aside. You know... in exchange, for being an awesome husband and sending me a beautiful bouquet of flowers at my work!
So right after I woke up, I decided to clean the entire house. I took out the vacuum cleaner, the mop, and all the cleaning supplies. Halfway through vacuuming however, the darn machine decided to break down. With almost two-thirds of the house done, I opted to just move to the next task. Who peeks in corners and under the beds, anyway?
Next... cook a lovely dinner. There I was, sauteing chicken while uninhibitedly dancing to Rihanna's music, when my cellphone rang. It was a friend I invited to our upcoming vow renewal ceremony. And as we were getting carried away talking about the wedding plans, I realized.... wait a minute, I was cooking something! Well, I don't have to tell you how that lovely dinner turned out.
Finally, I decided to just wash the dishes from the other night. Because... that's just how domesticated I am. Just as I'm sure you had predicted, one of the drinking glasses broke, and cut my tiny finger! Blood started oozing out. Lots of it! Now, I have an aversion to blood and faint at the sight of too much of it, so this, naturally, triggered a big panic. But you'd be proud of me. Really proud. Because I bravely took out a gauze, and dressed my own wound! And did it with alternate closing of each eye! Everything went smoothly, until I realized I still have to take a shower so I can go to the doctor. I ran out of those vinyl gloves at home, so you can just imagine the pain I went through washing my hair with one hand.
In the end, I was just so glad that I have a husband who prepares his own lunch, washes his own clothes, clean the house and loves me for who I am. Domesticated or not.
My wonderful girlfriends, are you a domestic woman? And does your significant other care if you are? And for men, is being domesticated one of your criteria in choosing the woman to marry?
Monday, February 15, 2010
One Year
Next month, March 17 to be exact, marks one year of my challenging, but utterly amazing married life.
To some of you who had been following my blog for quite some time now, you're already familiar with how our love story unfolded. But for those of you who are new, you can just always go back to the story of how we met, fell in love, got engaged and finally... got married.
And lived happily ever after. No problems, no conflicts, no worries. Just happiness...sheer happiness.
Yeah, right!
Who am I kidding? This is real life, people! Not some chick flick or a fairy tale.
However, I can definitely say that I'm mostly happy. Especially on days when the Hubby accepts the fact that yourstruly is always right. On days when he doesn't, well... that's a different story.
But kidding aside, my husband is an amazing guy. He's ravishingly hot, unbelievably smart, occasionally funny ;-), and completely sweet. And he loves me unconditionally... which is the best thing ever!
I'd be lying though, if I say that our life had been very easy. As I wrote in my post a few months ago, we've been dealing with some infertility issues. This, naturally, translates to emotional and financial stress. We were planning to have a small but elaborate beach wedding in the Philippines this year ( since we only had a courthouse wedding), but with our current situation, it's hard to make it happen. At least, not for the next couple of years. But, there's a but....
We're going to Las Vegas for our anniversary celebration, and renew our vows at Mt. Charleston in Nevada! Just as we met while hiking on a mini-mountain, we're also getting married on a mountain. Sounds wholly fitting, don't you think? We'll have my sister and seven of our closest friends as our guests, so there's no doubt that that weekend would be filled with love, booze and gambling fun. And thank God, I'd finally get to wear the wedding dress that I bought more than a year ago!
Needless to say, I'm already counting the days!
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Flowers for Men?
In light of it being Valentines Day (though not a big fan of the day), let me ask you this...
Ladies, would you ever consider sending flowers to a guy you're dating/married to?
Gents, would you feel comfortable receiving flowers from a woman?
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
The Proposal
A wonderful friend of mine had been with her boyfriend for almost eight years... three of which were spent living together. Like any normal woman who's in love and is dreaming of having a fairy tale family (and also with a biological clock that's ticking), she's dying to have a ring on her finger.
The guy, however, has a different idea. He keeps coming up with excuses.
I'm not ready yet.
I'm not sure if I wanna have kids.
I don't think I have enough money to support a family.
My friend, the ever-patient saint, finally got fed up one day, and told him that if the relationship doesn't move forward in the next few months, she's hauling her tush out of the apartment.
A couple of weeks later, she came home to the sight of her boyfriend playing videogame in the living room. The guy looked up, acknowledged her presence and said...
"Hey babe, your ring is on the table. You said you wanted to get married."
And then went back to playing his stupid videogame.
I'm giving the guy an award. WORST PROPOSAL EVER.
My dear friends, what would you do if a guy proposed to you that way? Would you accept it? Have you ever heard of some horrible proposal stories? Do share.
The guy, however, has a different idea. He keeps coming up with excuses.
I'm not ready yet.
I'm not sure if I wanna have kids.
I don't think I have enough money to support a family.
My friend, the ever-patient saint, finally got fed up one day, and told him that if the relationship doesn't move forward in the next few months, she's hauling her tush out of the apartment.
A couple of weeks later, she came home to the sight of her boyfriend playing videogame in the living room. The guy looked up, acknowledged her presence and said...
"Hey babe, your ring is on the table. You said you wanted to get married."
And then went back to playing his stupid videogame.
I'm giving the guy an award. WORST PROPOSAL EVER.
My dear friends, what would you do if a guy proposed to you that way? Would you accept it? Have you ever heard of some horrible proposal stories? Do share.
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