I'm home alone because hubby's still at work. I don't think he's working late but I am happy to let him stay there because he only does once in a while anyway. I want him to have some time with the guys off work, with beer, pizza and some bad jokes. I end up having some of the pizza most of the time anyway. He's usually home early, I'm very pleased with that. But I appreciate rare occasions like tonight because these give me a little window of some "ME" time too in order to accomplish my own business. Which is mostly blogging, anyway. And a little Pilates perhaps (my beautiful mat is one neglected object), a short scented candle and spa music moment OR just picking up the whole house without anyone tailgating me around, yes that too!
I'm taking this opportunity to catch up on some posts. I owe this blogsite a lot. This is my first baby and contains pretty much my entire journey since 2005. Suffice it to say, I'm lagging on updates which I have already submitted at my Coffee, Anyone site weeks before -- that being my income-generating blogsite. And at this time, I need every cent that comes in from bits and pieces that I write. So I'm going to copy-paste some old entries, just for record purposes. And I'm going to do it quick because I have the feeling that hubby's coming home soon!
SMELLING THE FLOWERS 4-21-09
10 Random Things About ME:
1. I am not a good writer, but I love to write. And I always try my best to write from the heart. So that is something I'm really really really proud of.
2. I have this big passion for life. I embrace changes, crave for adventure (except if it's deep-dark-sea related or cave-moss-spelunking related), I bravely trod beyond my comfort zones when necessary, I try not to sweat the small stuff as much as possible.
3. Back in college, my friends used to call me "MAX" for Maximum Tolerance of People -- even the least likeable ones! Dingdongs, witches-beeyatches and nutheads. The funny thing was, they always gravitated to the shrink side of me, they would flock to me *LOL*. I was never a push-over, just very very patient and tolerant. Compassion and tolerance are not a sign of weakness, but a sign of strength (Dalai Lama). And if I do "lose it" on you, then you must be really really something: a very difficult piece of work. I still pretty much possess the same quality right now. Still patient, but still never a push-over. I can and will still give it to you if you try to walk over me, step on my toes OR other people's toes, whoever they are, whether I know them personally or not.
4. I am lactose-intolerant but I still eat a lot of cheese, drink milk and adore cream-based soups and dishes. Then suffer later. I have prescription glasses but I rarely wear them. I have a cellphone but I usually miss the calls. I have a love-hate (mostly hate) relationship with my cellphone. If it's an emergency, call my husband. I am stubborn like that. And in so many other areas of my life too. Workin' on it!
5. I love to dance. It makes me happy. I have a special spot for ballet (something I used to do when I was little), a love affair with jazz (something I'd like to think I'm good at -- and I'm passionate about), a physical-relationship-of-some-sort, *can't think of how else to describe it but really it is a physical relationship!* with hip-hop, an on and off fling with reggae (oh, that primal beat!)...okay, it's getting hot in here. Now, my heart is in hula.
6. I have this humongous FAITH in God that's why I don't worry so much. I am at peace with HIS Divine Will.
7. Please leave the drama at the door, I don't eat those stuff. Consider me HIGHLY "BRONCHIAL-CONSTRICTION-KIND-OF-ALLERGIC-REACTION" ALLERGIC.
8. I am not afraid of ghosts.
9. I can't go out in the sun without sunglasses -- especially if I'm driving. I get antsy, woozy and sick when it's too hot and bright (vampire
). So yeah, I'm a sunglass-freak, especially the designer ones that are trendy with real genuine UV-protection lenses. And oh, I hate sunblock. That's why I love sunsets. 
10. I wish I can have MORE time to paint and draw works of art at this point. There is a crazy restrained artist living inside me. Sometimes it screams, but Thank God most of the time it just dances inside my head. *LOL*
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It's about time we take care of something that takes care of us.It's about time that we returned the favor.
It's high time that we squared up to Mother Nature.
Really.
It's long overdue.
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I could swear I heard some knockin'.Three loud taps. "Bang! Boog! Bam!" was more like it. It was loud, it was consistent and it happened several times. I heard it outside the window of our kitchen sink.
That was two nights ago when I was alone and waiting for hubby to finish his softball game with the boys. STRANGE. And so I ended up being the most "scaredy-cat" scaredy cat that I've ever been. Normally, I wouldn't call hubby. Normally, I will walk straight into what's going on in a Girl Scout mode, confront the issue and try to be a heroine if I have to.Normally, I would pretend I wasn't afraid even if I already was.
Normally, I WOULDN'T call hubby and talk to him as he drove all the way home until he pulled up to the garage and I sat on the couch in the corner of our living room, with no TV or stereo on to make sure I heard every sound, with my eyes as round as golf balls -- as protruding as if they were actual golf balls on the sockets, my legs curled up under me, and my head doing a perfect impersonation of a terrible stiff neck so I couldn't see the window on my left and the window on my right, or through the blinds just in case something else was going on out there.
But that's exactly what transpired!
It's the first time I've ever heard that kind of sound new house. Is it the wall or some kind of paneling between the walls giving in? Already!??? Is it a ghost? I'm not afraid of ghosts. If I do see them, I'll probably be more curious or MAD at them for walking over my territory.
Suffice it to say, it's the first time that I felt a tiny ball of fear in the pit of my stomach.I lost half of my usual presence of mind because the knocks were so loud, persistent and real. As if a real person was actually on the other side of the kitchen window, begging me to open it. Then a vision of a thousand or so horror and thriller movies I've seen in my whole life flashed before me. Or what if it was a real person? At first, I thought it was hubby playing a trick again but when I finally reached him on his cellphone, I could hear the sound of the traffic and him speeding away as he talked to me. Was it our neighbor then? What's our neighbor's business banging on my window? Plus, how could he do it if there is a tall fence and some ample space between our houses? Or is it him whacking about his garbage bins so loud I thought it was happening right on our window?
Whatever it was that night, I still have no clue. It was enough to make me avoid the kitchen while I was alone. I think I've succeeded at pretending that no one from within cared about the banging. I avoided the kitchen too since our two sliding glass doors to the backyard are still bare. Hubby said he'll probably add some automatic sensor-activated floodlights in our yard and finally, drapes!!! I do hate the thought or feeling of being watched from outside especially from an area that I couldn't even see from where I stand. If ever, I'd want to stare back at whatever, whoever's staring at me. It's always better than not knowing at all, right?
How about you?
*And who's that one standing behind you?*
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...my Mondays if nothing hilarious is happening, at least to me! Hey, I'm not complaining!!! It's just something funny and I still can't get over the fact that I didn't hear the clock radio blasting a hiphop song out so loud on my scheduled alarm of 6:55am. I opened my eyes at...guess what...7:29 am and the clock radio was still singing. I swear didn't hit snooze, I didn't dilly-dally nor procastinate. I just didn't hear it. How on earth did it happen? Anyway, the amusing part is, I usually leave at 7:30am to make it to work. And I still made it. I was just behind by 2 minutes. Now, how on earth was I able to do that???
I promised myself I'll never ever get traffic violations anymore. I didn't today, so it's all good. I am still puzzled though because I was plucked out of delta sleep at 7:29 am. We slept at 12ish which is our typical shut-eye time.
I think the weekend had been a little tiring. Just some trade-offs for a little fun that we had. Saturday, hubby and I had a little cute date in the city. We always enjoy doing that, just walking around, watching people, drinking our coffee, hanging at our favorite spots, shopping/window-shopping. We dined at Buca di Beppo over a generous plate of carbonara and a treat of Limoncello (that was awesome!). Sunday, we woke up late for the 7:30 am mass *hmm, I see a pattern here* so we had breakfast at McDonald's first, shopped for some house supplies at Big Lots and went to church at 10:30a instead. Then we caught up with chores at home and got the kitchen going for a simple dinner with my sister and her hubby, and my cousin and her family. That was awesome too. I made my dad's family recipe of homemade mayonnaise, bought some fried fish at the Asian Store, and hubby made a mean, and rather deadly, pork dish with our NuWave Oven. It was funny watching him show-off his new toy. He's really proud of it although he regrets having bought it at Bed Bath and Beyond. His friends ordered it online, so theirs came with a dome extender and a demo cd and some other freebies. I knew we should have ordered it online, I could have gotten a Slap ChOP for free. Or that amazing ShamWow -- that can be used as a flood control system LOL, or the Titan Peeler, that isn't called Titan for nothing. I'm a sucker for those! Hahaha.
Anyhoo, hubby's next dream domestic machine is a Panini Maker. It's even in his 40th birthday wish list. Anyway, if we end up getting one, I'll make sure we won't be too tired using and showing it off on a Sunday night.
I don't want to pull off another 7:29 stunt.
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OVERDRIVE : Part Two (hundred) 4-29-09)
I apologize for not having paid some worthwhile visits lately. It's part and parcel of my life to shift on overdrive intermittently. Frequently, rather. I used to hate it, but now, I am so much less unperturbed. It comes with practice. I am currently on my lunch break, writing this in between generous bites of pollo quesadilla that hubby picked up for me last night, or the other way around. And in a biological point viewpoint, have just received a booster shot of epinephrine from my adrenal gland's old reliable medulla. Pardon my jargon, but stress leaves me when I play on that level.
Our hula show is going to be on May 2nd and I am occupied with rehearsals, dress rehearsals, photo shoots, selling tickets, finalizing costumes to the nitty gritty details. I make it sound so big, don't I? It is serious business if it's something you are very passionate about, no matter how mundane it might be.
Besides, why do things half-baked?
It is a challenge because general rehearsal week happens to fall on hubby's big 4-0 birthday week, something he has so looked forward to for one whole year. I wanted to spend my time with him but I am ending up spreading myself thinly due to the hula practices, coming home late, and impersonating a miserable zombie who pretends to be a normal person until caught offguard (doing Michael Jackson's famous thriller jerks).
We are ordering takeouts for dinner, taking clothes off the hamper because I haven't folded them, and looking for the floor because it had been missing for days -- hiding underneath layers of clutter and gunk. I'm exaggerating, my home isn't that filthy. But the laundry issue is true. I hope to catch up tonight but we have practices until around 9pm. I wanted to have dinner with hubby but it is so much more practical for me to head to the studio's direction than come back home. Good thing he will be preoccupied with adjusting our satellite dish and configuring the TV downstairs. Yes, the whole Satellite TV issue hasn't been resolved after 50 million years of trial and error
and blogging about it for the longest time --did you seriously think I was doing it just for the sake of blog advertising?Speaking of which, a lot of opportunities for paid articles expired on me too. Where can I buy extra 6 hours of time each day? That will be good business, a day-booster pack? Where you can buy extra 3 hours or 6 to extend your day and accomplish all your stuff. That will be the day.
But just as I said, I am unperturbed compared to how I've managed in the past. Practice makes perfect.
I also made a big decision to quit HALF the dancing. I am no longer dancing tahitian beginning this month so that is one hour less for classes. Hubby does not want me to give up hula since he knows that the art makes me happy and I need it for exercise anyway. Perhaps, he's also proud of me.
I will probably be performing less too. But that will depend on the event or show that's happening. I just recently added three very beautiful costumes to my collection and we might have to put that to good use and milk the life out of. We'll see.Hubby being very persnickety about his 4-0 bash isn't helping. I didn't and couldn't come up with a birthday surprise either. I want to kick myself for shortchanging the special occasion but since hubby had been initially vocal about his wishes at first, I wanted to make things happen the way he wanted it. To cut to the chase, we are left with less than 24 hours to decide because his birthday's tomorrow! Good thing we do not have hula practice tomorrow (lucky a$$~!), but I will not miss his special day for the world. I will drop everything if he wants me to. But though he would flinch and frown at times, especially on the late hours, he lets me go on. He lets me be me even if it required some sacrifice from his end. That is exactly why I want his birthday to be extra special. How do I tell this man how grateful I am???
THE HOME STRETCH:Tonight...I'm shooting out to South Shore to pick up some groceries, call my parents in the Philippines on my cellphone to catch up with them while I eat a quick dinner somewhere, and hopefully figure something out that's within proximate distance. I did save a significant amount for hubby's birthday presents. I will visit the closest craft/party store to pick up some balloons and some birthday doodads. And then dance the night away.
Thursday night (tomorrow)...We will definitely go out for dinner. He did say something about lobster. Please keep your fingers crossed that I will be able to dress up and do my hair and look extra special and hot on his special day, even if inside, I am a snuffed-out candle hanging on to the last threads of my frayed immune system. My allergies have been acting up, my nose is runny, and I am forever carrying a shroud of fog around my head anywhere I go. It's anchored to my sinuses. I hope I haven't gone down with the Swine Flu by tomorrow.
Late Thursday night...come home...make sure to treat him extra special 
, if not knock him out 
LOL. And so I can then ninja-crawl my way to the other room to steam-iron my costumes. One skirt alone is made up of 5 yards of fabric and I'm not saying that just for the sake of literary flair.Friday...work...night...tech rehearsal. Leave all costumes at the studio.
Late Friday night...see what hubby's up to. Midnight...take a shower, clean my toes, braid my hair (hula hair is supposed to be poofy and frizzy and mine is as straight as a bunch of kebab sticks), pack all show essentials...
Saturday noon...performance. Dedicate it to the man who wasn't fed properly (didn't feel as loved?) during this whole shebang.
Saturday night...if everything pans out as hoped, including hubby's attempt to resuscitate our satellite dish signals (we have two and both have decided to act up on the wrong time like two spoiled brats), we will have some friends and family over to watch the Paquiao Boxing match at home. Over some barbecue and beer.
My big little boy will have a 40th birthday party after all.
And I will sleep soundly on Sunday.
With a little patience, we'll get there. We always do.---
LEVMETAMFETAMINED OUT! 05-07-09
he way, that's not an illegal drug. It's this Nasal Decongestant stick a.k.a. Vick's Inhaler that I have found myself drawn to for a week now.
Snorting Sniffing too much of it must have dehydrated my cerebrospinal fluid as I have not been able to post anything worthwhile here since Sunday after I hibernated in a long, deep and "alas, no more crazy sched stress" kind of slumber. Yes, I insist on denying the rumors that I fell into coma after doing the hula show (please click this to check out the photos if you haven't already). It's not true that I got the Swine flu either. But I did start exhibiting some swine-like behavior such as sleeping and eating too much (but what else is new?), vegetating 24/7, snoring loudly I wake myself up every night (and you think I'm just kidding?!), and practically spending most of my time just looking down on the ground because I'm too lazy to keep my posture straight and look people in the eyes. *snort*
It's about time I collect myself before I get booted out from one of the prolific companies I blog for. They sent me a reminder memo today that I have been slacking on my projects and seriously underperforming, and yes, they might have to suspend me one day.
I've never been this delinquent before!!!So I'm catching up with my writing and cramming on top gear, albeit with my fried brain. *snort*
And oh, I just dipped my toes in a very lucrative online business that promises good returns if you work good enough. I haven't had time to focus yet (since I am still in a swine-like period) but I have to get my ball rolling if I don't want to be threatened to be booted out of that too.
And oh, if you're interested in what I just got myself into, email me at linkmaster@wonderwifey.com. Who knows? It might be good for you too?
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