tempura at calamares

yummy! san ba may eat-all-you-can nito?

tv

binawi na yung tv namin mag-ina.

*~ side kwento: i got the tv nung single pa ako. tv ng parents ko yun sa room nila.  nasira kse yun tapos pina-repair ni mama. akala ni papa wala ng pag-asa yung tv (21″ na sony) so that day din bumili sya ng bago.  eh the next day pwede na daw pick-up yung pina-repair na tv, so binigay na lang nila sa akin.   *~

need kse nila mama para sa ministop. they installed a surveillance camera in the store kse laki ng loss nila sa shoplifters.  nakikita pa nga ng ibang crew yung ibang nag-shoplift pero di na nila confront para iwas gulo.  magugulat ka kung sino yung mga nag-shoplift and kung anong mga items ang kinukuha nila.

so i texted rudney to inform him na i’m buying a new tv.  he asked me kung makapag-hintay ako at sya na daw ang buy dun tapos pa-ship na lang nya. eh di ako makatulog ng walang tv eh so sabi ko dito na lang.  he suggested to get the big flatscreen or lcd tv.  ang budget ko lang dapat eh 10-15k eh nabigyan ako ng blessing to go twice my budget, so i got this last monday.  i added 500 for the tv rack and 1k for the dvd player.

help ako ng uncle ko and cousin ko na iset-up yung tv that night. pag-gising ni johann ng tuesday morning tinitingnan nya yung tv. so i said “laki tv noh”.  aba tumayo sa harap ng tv and sabi “wow! laki tv!”  sabay hug sa tv. hahaha.  tawa ako ng tawa.  ngayon di umubra yung tv rack na binili ko, mababa kse kaya need to buy a new one.  tuwang-tuwa kse sa tv si johann eh lagi nyang hinahawakan tapos press nya yung power tapos may times sobrang lapit nya sa tv habang nanonood.

hindi naman impulse buying yun di ba?

wifi

finally it’s up again.  i was able to fix it tonight.

i have so many kwento.  hope i can find the time to blog about it.

i’m into something right now.  saka na ang kwento. 

i’m planning something.  saka na rin ang kwento.

i’m preparing for something.  matatagalan pa ang kwento nito.

my joy, not my job

My Joy, Not My Job
By Stephanie Welcher Thompson

“Waa, waa, waaaaaa,” cried two-month-old Micah from the nursery.

“You’re not supposed to be awake yet,” I whispered, trying not to sound disappointed.  “It’s only been fifteen minutes.”

Bending over the crib to rescue my wailing daughter, I noticed the sheets beneath her bottom were wet.  No-leak diapers – yeah, right!

“Honey, did you pick up my cleaning?” yelled my husband, Michael, from our bedroom on the other side of the house.

I sighed and shook my head.  I promised!  How could I have forgotten?

“I’m changing the baby,” I replied.  I needed to buy some time to think about how best to break the news to him.

Baby Micah began gnawing her fist as I slipped the disposable diaper beneath her tiny bottom.

You’re not supposed to eat for another forty-five minutes.  I cradled my newborn in the crook of my arm and walked to the bedroom.

“I think Micah’s going through a growth spurt,” I told my husband.  “She’s not sleeping much, wants to eat every other hour, and I’ve changed seven diapers this morning!”

Michael looked me in the eyes.

“You forgot my dry cleaning, didn’t you?”

I nodded.

“I would have picked it up myself if you had told me,” he said with a sigh.  “I don’t have anything clean that matches.”

I hung my head.  “I’m sorry.  It slipped my mind.”

“I don’t have time to pick it up and come home.  I guess I’ll have to dress at the dry cleaners.”

Michael disappeared into the bathroom.  “Did you call a housekeeper like we discussed?”

I heard him digging through the clothes hamper looking for something “not so dirty” to wear to the cleaners.

“I know I can do it myself.  I just need to get organized.” I shouted defensively.

Michael put a hand on my shoulder.  ”I’m not attacking you,” he said, slipping on his shoes.  “It’s just that, well . . . the baby’s too much for you, isn’t she?”

Micah began crying.  I pushed back my own tears as I sat down in an armchair and let her nurse.

Michael was right, I thought.  Being a wife, a stay-at-home mother, and trying to work full-time from home was overwhelming.  It is too much, I admitted to myself.  I’m doing the same amount of work as I did before the baby, plus taking care of the house, Michael, and Micah . . .  It’s like having two full-time jobs!  No one should have to work two full-time jobs!
For a few minutes, I sat silently as tears rolled down my cheeks.

Moments later, a thought floated into my mind: Michael and Micah are your joy, not your job.

I looked down at my nursing baby.  Her face was so sweet.  How could I think of her as a chore?

“Well, here I go,” Michael laughed as he walked into the living room.  He was wearing dress shoes, a golf shirt and sweat pants.  “Sorry I yelled at you,” he said, as he bent to kiss me good-bye.

“No, honey, I’m sorry that I forgot your cleaning,” I replied.  “I love you.  Have a good day.”

That afternoon, I called a housekeeper and enlisted my mother to help with Micah a few days a week.  Every time I start to feel overwhelmed, I remember that God gave me a child and husband so I could delight in them.  They are my joy, not my job.

olympus 770 sw

we bought this pala from singapore   got it for Php 18k+ with 1gb memory card and an extra battery.  eh kso nakalimutan namin itapon yung box (nagrefund pa kse kmi sa airport) kaya nasingil pa kmi ng 2k+ tax from customs dito. 

crocs

yup! we’ve joined the crocs craze.  me, johann and rudney.  good thing that when we bought it there are still sizes available.

last year, i was supposed to buy johann the kid scutes.  then i changed my mind since he already have a speedo sandals, kids cayman na lang.  well, i never got the chance to buy it.  its either there was no size or no preferred color available.  i asked rudney to buy it sa US pero he didn’t find one.  so okay, wag na lang.  then we went to singapore *~deserves a separate post~*.  i told rudney i’ll buy one for me and johann.  wag na daw. okay fine.  days before his scheduled trip for US he wants to buy a shoes daw.  i suggested crocs na lang kse malambot and magaan pa *~ang kulit ko noh~* so he tried papang’s endeavor *~johann’s gift last christmas~* and he liked it.  *~if i’d known earlier that he plans to buy a shoes we could have gotten it in singapore.  we could have saved 600-1000 php for our shoes.  oh well.~*  we got ours at their branch in bonifacio high street, ang daming tao.  its a good thing that johann was asleep that time kaya nakapili kmi.

anyway,  i got the beach in chocolate with a flower jibbitz, johann got disney beach in black/red with mickey mouse on the right while chuckie *~actually cow yun, chuckie lang tawag ko, na nawala na nga pala ~* jibbitz on the left, while rudney got the black off road *~para pwede din daw nya pang office~*.

mahal sya pero comfortable naman kmi so worth it na rin.  *~i-justify ba ~*

*~as my officemate calls it, crocs-crocsan is now available in greenhills.  1 pair of original = 10 pairs of it.  hehehe   ~*