tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-122902452011-04-21T18:01:30.592-04:00This is my place to share stories and anecdotes about my superficially mundane life. It's my space to vent, where I can figuratively dance for joy and give virtual hugs. It's a nook where I can unload heavy emotions and express other overwhelming baggage... good and bad. This is my room to breathe.gal in progresshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14592705197849584680noreply@blogger.comBlogger291100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12290245.post-85912558879599679382007-08-12T15:44:00.000-04:002007-08-12T16:13:41.344-04:00

There's no other word for it. I am heartbroken. It's strange to have this feeling again after so long, yet here it is, gnawing my insides. Turning me inside out.The ironic part is that all this heartbreak wasn't caused by my husband. Nor by my children. And I certainly have no lover to speak of who would crush my heart so. The person who has broken my heart into bloody bits is none other

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The DVD of "An Inconvenient Truth" has been sitting in my DVD drawer for days before I got around to watching it. As usual, I've been using my hectic schedule as an excuse to procrastinate. I had to force myself to watch it last Friday since my movie queue was getting longer on Netflix and won't budge unless I start watching the movies that I already have with me.This documentary blew me away!

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I came across an online article last week about a group of friends who swore to "Compact" last year. Their intentions are certainly noble and their efforts towards earth conservation very admirable. The Compact's mission statement is quoted below:"1) to go beyond recycling in trying to counteract the negative global environmental and socioeconomic impacts of U.S. consumer culture, to resist

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At last, the last reminders of Christmas have been carefully packed and tucked away in the deep recesses of our garage. It is New Year's Day and my house if looking like its normal self again. Cluttered and sans the holiday decorations.Aside from the fact that we seem to be passing around the cold and cough bug within the family, the holidays passed swiftly and most pleasantly by. We all had a

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I can't believe that it's been almost two months since my last post! Actually, correct that, I can believe it for I've been whirling around like Taz for the past two months. As always when the Christmas season approaches, I try to cram in everybody's schedules into such limited hours of the day. There's the usual playing chauffer to my kids' various activities (they seem to have a more exciting

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On the lighter side (this is meant to be an ironic pun --- if such a term exists) of things, after my dramatic day, my PMS just started rolling and gaining momentum.Yes, there's my usual shorter-than-usual fuse which my DH has learned to tolerate with barely a frown. There's the almost manic cooking and housekeeping (my bathrooms are at their cleanest the week before my period). And alas, there's

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I had a really bad week last week. I was getting into gear for PMSing and the tell-tale signs were getting clearer with each passing day I got closer to my expected period. Having said that, I guess that compared to where I am right now in the PMS scale (a 12 out of 10 and counting --- so my DH is praying hard that the red tide will come in soon to wash this biatch away), I was still in a pretty

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Except for the past wonderful weekend (sunny and high 70s weather), the days leading up to it have been really crummy. Gray, wet and soggy. I usually love it when it rains. On the other hand, four consecutive days of gray skies and unending rain can be a bit much especially if you're trapped with two hyper tots who are just bouncing off the walls.Alas, all things must come to an end and

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My hubby and I may have different interests and preferences over a lot of things, but I am very happy to note that we share the same love for reading. Granted that his tastes run more towards sci-fi while mine veers towards romance and/or mysteries, it's still rather nice to spend quiet time together reading.Unfortunately, in the past couple of years, the times that I've indulged myself to a good

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My Boy's Back in SchoolI never thought that I'd say this so soon, but I am glad that AJ is back to school! Granted that he's only in preschool and just goes thrice a week --- at two and half hours per day --- it feels good to fall back to a rhythm that I seem to have gotten used to this past schoolyear.Two and a half hours may seem too short, but I can squeeze a lot into them. I can easily

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About a month ago, my son asked me what was the name of "that place" that we went to on (some) weekends. After much prodding, I realized that he was talking about the church where we hear mass (or at least try to since our attendance has been rather inconsistent of late). I told him that it was the "church" and proceeded on giving him the name of our parish. When asked why the subject came up so

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I was at a small birthday bash this past Saturday when the conversation around the dinner table (where we famished moms are usually stationed) revolved around names. Rather, how there seems to be some confusion about middle names. Where I come from, it was taken for granted that one's middle name was simply the maiden name of one's mother. For the child, it was a formal proof of one's parentage

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I'm close to tossing my son, AJ, in the pool and just watch him paddle his way back to the edge of the pool, or worse, sink to the bottom (in which case, I'll leap in after him, of course!). Six classes, five private lessons and $140 have come and gone, and AJ is no close to swimming than I am to cross-country skiing.Oh, he's got his basics down pat. He can blow bubbles with his face in the water

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My DH have to postpone our anniversary dinner yet again. No big deal though. It's not a MAJOR anniversary (at least not by me... hahaha!). It's the anniversary of when we first became a serious couple. Man, that was 10 years ago! We were two totally different people then. Now look where we are now! On that fateful night ten years ago, I actually told DH to keep our relationship under wraps

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My parents' story is a rags-to-riches one. Having married young and both coming from dirt-poor families, they grittily strove to overcome their dire circumstance through a combination of living a very frugal lifestyle, industriousness and good fortune. However, it was a different scenario for me then as I had to grow up within that said frugal lifestyle. My younger brother and I lived on

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Family members and friends who are close to me know that I am in a quiet state of agony. I have that deep-in-the-pit-of-your-stomach writhing agony of waiting. I am waiting for the light to turn green again (pardon the unintended pun) on my husband's green card application. We have moved to the US nearly seven years ago on a work visa that my DH still uses. However, his has reached a point

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Every once in a while, a certain mood comes over me, and I just want to sit and reminisce. It's silly because sometimes I look back on something funny or thought provoking that just happened a few days ago. Or I could go really way out and reminisce on my childhood. Usually though, these moments pass without too much fuss. A quick peek into old albums and yearbooks, a 10-minute phone call

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This really should be a continuation of my last post. That's because this one starts off where I literally typed off in the previous entry. Last Tuesday evening, after downing three glasses of Margarita --- one at AJ's grad (we're coming up with excuses to dine out) dinner, and two more at home after the kids have slept --- I posted my entry, answered email and tied up loose ends with the my

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As Steve, or maybe Joe, bids his young audience goodbye, he breaks into a song, "Now it's time for so long/ But we'll sing just one more song!..." Indeed, something akin to it happened at my son AJ's last day of preschool. His wonderful teacher, Mrs. C., tried to simulate a classroom setting only this time there were about thirteen sets of parents in the room with their cameras on standby. So,

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Months after I swore that I will not hold any more parties at my place I ate my own Easter egg and caved in on hosting a small Easter get-together with my friends. Justification #1: It's going to be a potluck party. Justification #2: The kids can play in the backyard instead of turning the house inside out.Hitting one out of two shouldn't be too bad, right? With just three other families in the

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For the first time in my thirty odd years, I am actually losing the battle of the bulge. Lack of any decent exercise and my deplorable choices in food (the higher in fat the better!) have finally taken their toll on my childbirth-beaten body. I have far surpassed the accpetable one-year mark for carrying my "baby" weight. Aaaaargh, in other words, I'm a walking and talking mass of love handles!

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Proud and hovering mom that I am, I was very excited over AJ's first official playdate this morning. Actually, this playdate was originally scheduled for the last week of February. Of course this was the time that our household was plagued with the virus so we had no choice but to reschedule. Finally, we got to reset the date to today, and I honestly don't know who's more excited, AJ or myself!

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Spring is coming and announcing itself with a flourish. Temps finally broke through the 70F mark here in the Northeast this past weekend. My kids even got to play outside unhampered by bulky clothing! Tomorrow temps will plunge back into the 30s again, with some snow thrown in for good measure, but I don't care. I've had the taste of spring and I know that she'll be here before we know it!

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I am an incurable romantic. Despite my seemingly practical gal-with-mind-over-heart facade, I am still a sucker for knights (in any armor, shining or otherwise) winning the hearts of their respective damsels (whether they be in distress or kicking butts in their own right). This is probably why romance novels, alas even the so-called trashy ones, still share shelf space in the growing book

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I have been sick in the past two weeks. When I say sick, I mean oh-God-this-must-be-what-dying-feels-like kind of sick. Never knew that some virus as unglamorous as the flu could cause me this much trouble. February is short enough as it is, and I get whacked with this bug. I have been cold and miserable with an unending supply of mucus. I just want to finally kick this bug out of my system

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At about this time four years ago was one of the bleakest moments in my life. It can even be said that my hubby and I went through one of the most challenging times in our early married life. Four years ago, hubby has been out of a job for nearly two months, we were rapidly eating through our savings and I was figuratively and literally heavily (carrying an extra 55 pounds on me) pregnant. On the

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To answer my last entry, nope, I'm not pregnant. I must say that it definitely felt strange waiting for the prenancy test to come out with its result with trepidation instead of the excitement and eager anticipation that I went through before such. Guess that this is what most women go through when they feel that they're going to have an unexpected (I really would rather not use "unwanted")

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Uh-oh! Houston, we have a problem! Let's see in 15 days if we'll be expecting baby #3 this coming winter. Doh! Darned "bed' weather!

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It looks like it's going to rain to day. The view outside my window looks gray and grim. After nearly two weeks of sunshine and warmer-than-usual spring weather, the cold is back holding on to the season with a loosening grasp. Just enough to remind us that winter will be waiting as always when the year is almost done. I usually call days like these sleepy weather... bed weather. Rainy days

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