Sunday, December 24, 2006
have you seen Mean Girls?
you know how when rachel mcaddam's character got pissed at lindsay lohan's character and then she lets out this ear piercing scream? yes, that part of the movie. well i just did that a couple of minutes ago -- out of frustration. if you want something done RIGHT, you have to do it yourself! aaaaaaarrrrrrrggggghhhhhhh! nuff said!
Saturday, December 23, 2006
panic level = 200%
what the hell...christmas is in two days and i'm still not done wrapping presents, sending out cards (haven't even started this yet), i desperately want to update my online photo album of vaughn, and i haven't seen my family in two weeks. sigh! work is a sonofabitch. i wish i'd win the lottery so i won't have to work. don't get me wrong, i don't hate my job and my co workers are awesome -- it's just that if i was given a choice between working and staying home to take care of vaughn, i'd pick the latter. hahahaha, i never thought these words (written or otherwise) would come out of my mouth. a human being's ability to morph into a complete stranger never ceases to amaze me. anyway, i just thought i'd rant about random stuff. oh yea, mark made a snowboarding video a few days back. it's too funny! turn it up and watch:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNi5GYxDPcs
and since i'm too busy to upload, i'll mooch off my sisters and my friends who have already posted pics on their sites that i should've posted on mine:
ella's bday party at lake o'neal (isa)
ella's bday (ate kate)
lia and ryan's despedida (going away) party
and with that i bid everybody adieux. the ham-induced-coma-season is upon us, happy holidays everyone!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lNi5GYxDPcs
and since i'm too busy to upload, i'll mooch off my sisters and my friends who have already posted pics on their sites that i should've posted on mine:
ella's bday party at lake o'neal (isa)
ella's bday (ate kate)
lia and ryan's despedida (going away) party
and with that i bid everybody adieux. the ham-induced-coma-season is upon us, happy holidays everyone!
Monday, December 04, 2006
well i guess this is growing up
i got this email from tiff and got teary eyed -- man i'm becoming such a wuss =P
Being A Mom
We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family."
"We're taking a survey," she says half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?"
"It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral."
I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations."
But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes.
I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable.I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been MY child?"
That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the, primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!"will cause her to drop a souffle, or her best crystal without a moments hesitation.
I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she willbe going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.
I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom.
However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.
Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about her self.That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not toaccomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs.
I want her to know that a Cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor. My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks.
I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.
I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving.
I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike.
I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time.
I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.
My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I finally say. Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this, most wonderful of callings.
(Please share this with a Mom that you know or all of your girlfriends who may someday be Moms. May you always have in your arms the one who is in your heart.)
Being A Mom
We are sitting at lunch one day when my daughter casually mentions that she and her husband are thinking of "starting a family."
"We're taking a survey," she says half-joking. "Do you think I should have a baby?"
"It will change your life," I say, carefully keeping my tone neutral."
I know," she says, "no more sleeping in on weekends, no more spontaneous vacations."
But that is not what I meant at all. I look at my daughter, trying to decide what to tell her. I want her to know what she will never learn in childbirth classes.
I want to tell her that the physical wounds of child bearing will heal, but becoming a mother will leave her with an emotional wound so raw that she will forever be vulnerable.I consider warning her that she will never again read a newspaper without asking, "What if that had been MY child?"
That every plane crash, every house fire will haunt her. That when she sees pictures of starving children, she will wonder if anything could be worse than watching your child die.I look at her carefully manicured nails and stylish suit and think that no matter how sophisticated she is, becoming a mother will reduce her to the, primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. That an urgent call of "Mom!"will cause her to drop a souffle, or her best crystal without a moments hesitation.
I feel that I should warn her that no matter how many years she has invested in her career, she will be professionally derailed by motherhood. She might arrange for childcare, but one day she willbe going into an important business meeting and she will think of her baby's sweet smell. She will have to use every ounce of discipline to keep from running home, just to make sure her baby is all right.
I want my daughter to know that every day decisions will no longer be routine. That a five year old boy's desire to go to the men's room rather than the women's at McDonald's will become a major dilemma. That right there, in the midst of clattering trays and screaming children, issues of independence and gender identity will be weighed against the prospect that a child molester may be lurking in that restroom.
However decisive she may be at the office, she will second-guess herself constantly as a mother.
Looking at my attractive daughter, I want to assure her that eventually she will shed the pounds of pregnancy, but she will never feel the same about her self.That her life, now so important, will be of less value to her once she has a child. That she would give herself up in a moment to save her offspring, but will also begin to hope for more years, not toaccomplish her own dreams, but to watch her child accomplish theirs.
I want her to know that a Cesarean scar or shiny stretch marks will become badges of honor. My daughter's relationship with her husband will change, but not in the way she thinks.
I wish she could understand how much more you can love a man who is careful to powder the baby or who never hesitates to play with his child. I think she should know that she will fall in love with him again for reasons she would now find very unromantic.
I wish my daughter could sense the bond she will feel with women throughout history who have tried to stop war, prejudice and drunk driving.
I want to describe to my daughter the exhilaration of seeing your child learn to ride a bike.
I want to capture for her the belly laugh of a baby who is touching the soft fur of a dog or cat for the first time.
I want her to taste the joy that is so real it actually hurts.
My daughter's quizzical look makes me realize that tears have formed in my eyes. "You'll never regret it," I finally say. Then I reached across the table, squeezed my daughter's hand and offered a silent prayer for her, and for me, and for all the mere mortal women who stumble their way into this, most wonderful of callings.
(Please share this with a Mom that you know or all of your girlfriends who may someday be Moms. May you always have in your arms the one who is in your heart.)
Friday, November 24, 2006
Saturday, November 11, 2006
i thrift therefore i am
yesterday was a good day to go thriftstore shopping...but before i show off my finds, i just wanna say a big overdue THANK YOU to my friend matet for my pasalubong from the philippines (my dad came back last month so yea, this is really overdue). cloud 9 and kendimint rules! it's such a rush to taste these treats again and feel the childhood memories come back. hahahha! doesn't take much to amuse me =)
now on to thrifstore finds. lia and i went to the salvation army yesterday -- it's just a few miles away from the house so vaughn spent time with his lola daisy and auntie chu while mommy takes a break from nannyhood. they had a 50% off sale on everything so... (click on pics to enlarge)
i found these beautiful ball jars for less than $1 each, it matches the old school feel of our apartment and now i have a place for all the candy i got from matet:
and for other stuff as well:
i also found this bag that looks like something from urban outfitters...it has amazing bead detail! a lady and i both reached for this at the same time but she graciously let me have it woohoo!
and other random stuff (that's a kid's knitting kit, lia is teaching me how to knit since i never learned from home ec...i've decided i'm gonna do something about my "uncraftiness" hahaha)
and this vintage shirt for mark hahahaha!
gas: $3
parking: $0.50
thriftstore finds: $20
satisfaction of cheap retail therapy: PRICELESS!
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