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| Friday, March 14th, 2008 | |
| 2:13 pm | Pleasure is My Business Ketchup chips. I know now what the big friggin' fuss is about. If you Canadian transplants crave them, I think the closest you might find in the U.S. is the Salt & Vinegar chips. Not as sweet but the tang is the same. I think the Wise brand is even closer than the Utz. Try it and let me know if I'm wrong. I'm crunching away on the ketchup chips as I type. That and my Starbucks coffee. Yeah, I should be drinking Tim Horton's but the hotel only serves Starbucks. Today is day four in Montreal. It's been awesome. The boutiques here are just... dangerous. Even more so with the severe taxing that goes on here. Even the credit cards in my back pocket wouldn't be able to shield my ass from the financial lashing of this government. It's been brutal but these new jeans are worth it. "Yes Sir, may I have another!" The hub has been working away deep into the nights here. By some coincidence, the office building is across the street from the hotel. By even some stranger coincidence, his office window faces our hotel window and only a floor or two off. If you saw how big both buildings are and for us to end up on facing sides of each other, you'd wonder what power was keeping us together even when we're apart. Many times already, we have crossed paths. I'm coming back in as he's on his way out. I'm leaving when he's on his way back in. We always come back to each other. Such as our relationship. For the first time in years, I started and finished a book. It's been so long since I've gotten lost in one. It's now in the hotel room's recycling bin. The hub came back at 4 in the a.m. to find it in there. He knew that I was aiming to finish it while he was working and he guessed that it sucked. He was right on. Nothing kills me like a shitty book with a shitty ending. Well, it's time for lunch. |
| Tuesday, January 29th, 2008 | |
| 10:31 am | Play DOH! Everyone loves Playdoh. Everyone loves its smell... atleast, everyone that I know. "God, I LOVE the smell of Playdoh. Why do they have to make it so irresistable? I just wanna eat it." *gag* "Oh, really? Wow. I'm not too fond of the smell... Personally... I really don't like the smell and I'm the only freak that retches at the slightest waft of Playdoh in my airspace. The hub thinks it smells good, Julia certainly loves the smell and just the other day, Sophia expressed her penchant for it as well because... well... she tried to eat it. I had to dig it out of her mouth. *gaggaggag* Am I the only one who doesn't want to gobble it up? Can I have a quick poll on how many of you like it and who doesn't? I can't be the only one. Playdoh smells great! Yes or No. |
| Tuesday, January 15th, 2008 | |
| 2:48 pm | Liar Liar You know how women fight and claw away from aging? I've been rounding up and telling people that I'm older than I really am. *shrug* Why not? :) |
| Thursday, January 10th, 2008 | |
| 4:13 pm | What? Wow. There's nothing like having a nice cup of coffee. You know, especially when you find a high bounce ball at the bottom of your cup... complete with cat hair and all. *hackhackhack* PATOOEY. "Julia... are you still looking for your ball? I found it." "Mommy, why did you put my ball in your coffee?" *stare* |
| Wednesday, November 28th, 2007 | |
| 4:41 pm | RAD "I don't think it's asthma but maybe something more like Reactive Airway Disorder. It's not asthma, why do you guys look so sad?" The hub and I looked at each other and realized how it's affected us both to see Julia on the nebulizer. To lighten the mood (and to distract each other from crying), we made it fun by making Julia's baby doll "breathe" the medicated mist in too. We were sent home with prescriptions and a spacer (A spacer is this face mask that assists a child to use the inhaler correctly.) for Julia. My mind is full but nothing to say. Well, mostly, "This fuckin' sucks". Wow, this fuckin' sucks. My poor Julia. |
| Wednesday, November 7th, 2007 | |
| 11:27 am | Dolls  Last weekend, I got asked, "So how is it now with TWO kids?" I truly thought it'd be more difficult. Although I can't say that it's easy, it's still pretty awesome. The girls love each other and they laugh at the silliest things together. I can't understand it but they certainly understand each other. They can speak beyond words. I never would've imagined how awesome it could be to have two little girls. "You guys are going to have trouble once they start dating..." "Honey, you got that shotgun polished and ready?" "Damn straight. I've got three beautiful girls to protect now." |
| Tuesday, August 28th, 2007 | |
| 4:12 pm | Augustish Sophia at about 5ish months.  |
| Monday, July 30th, 2007 | |
| 4:48 pm | Sneeze, Stare, Smile |
| Friday, June 29th, 2007 | |
| 10:22 am | Sissy Growing up in a vermin infested Chinatown apartment, I was the kid that passed time by twisting roach heads upside down to see if they'd be able to walk straight. I was the spider collector. I even tied a string around a huge fly once. Pretty funny because nowadays, I've become less of a bug catcher and more of a quiet squealer upon seeing the little moving shadows. While eating dinner at the in-laws, we were setting up for dinner and Julia was boosted up into her seat. From the corner of my eye, I spotted movement on the wall. Of course, I knew what it was... a waterbug. I did my quiet squeal and walked quickly over to get the hub to kill it. Julia took notice and did the nervous squeal as my even sissier sister-in-law just ran, I don't recall if she did any squealing. Same place, different night, Julia screams from the bathroom about a roach. I ran to her but then hesitated for a moment that it might be a waterbug since the in-laws' apartment gets the occasional monster roach. I continued in there to find that it was just a normal sized roach scuttling up the wall. I was relieved but was annoyed at myself for having to smooth the hairs back down on my arms. I hate that I'm not the girl that I used to be. Imagine the fun that could be had in twisting waterbug heads. |
| Tuesday, May 1st, 2007 | |
| 4:51 pm | Zzz.. I dream of sleep... |
| Wednesday, March 14th, 2007 | |
| 5:01 pm | Life Happens  Thank you, thank you, thank you... for every supportive word, thought and prayer. I needed it so much and it soothed my nerves quite a bit knowing I had such an amazing support system on and off line. After 12 hours of labor, Sophia made her appearance with a hearty cry which gave us great relief. It was proof that she is strong and healthy even being forced out of my womb 4 weeks early. I felt like it was such a short pregnancy since I didn't find out that I was pregnant until I was about 2 months along and then it was shorted a month. There are no words to describe the feeling of your child placed on your chest right after she is born... a feeling I missed out on with Julia. Everything about this birth went amazingly smooth and the results, well, gosh. Even at 5 lbs 1 oz, she was considered full term and not really a preemie (although her preemie diapers practically fall off of her). She sleeps 3 hour stretches, eats well and generally does not fuss... wow. It's just been so lax around here (except for when we have visitors). Daddy has been amazing with everything. He said that he's my slave for the next two weeks. How true to his word he is. :) Julia has been an amazing big sister. Loving and helpful, not to mention extremely protective as well. Me... I'm well. The pain level is minimal and even at its worst, it is soothed by the collection of people under this roof. Life is good. Current Mood:  thankful |
| Wednesday, March 7th, 2007 | |
| 12:26 pm | Fast Forward  I went to sleep with a horrendous headache and woke up unrested from the anxiety. I slept a dreamless sleep as my mind had been swimming with the day's events, trying to soak it all in. Yesterday morning, I had 5 more weeks before the baby was due. Today, I have a few hours as I am scheduled to be induced tomorrow morning. Apparently, after yesterday's ultrasound, the amniotic fluid is approaching the dangerously low mark and the baby's growth hasn't progressed since last week's ultrasound. They wanted to send us to labor & delivery yesterday to induce me right away but then gave us a choice of either today or tomorrow since the baby doesn't seem to be stressed in there. We used the rest of the day to buy everything and even then, we don't HAVE everything. I couldn't help but cry at the tiny-ness of the preemie diapers. I just held them and sobbed into the hub's chest. I haven't even taken out the preemie clothes yet to wash and time is limited. Tomorrow, I will become a mommy again. I just wish that it was under more natural circumstances. We finally decided on our baby's middle name... Faith. It just seems right. |
| Thursday, February 15th, 2007 | |
| 7:47 pm | On Death and Dying (Part II) Julia has always been extremely curious (as I'm sure most 3.5 year olds are) about what happens to Bambi's mom after the gunshot goes off and suddenly Bambi's all alone to fend for himself in the forest. Walt Disney must've had some serious mommy issues because I think in ALL of his movies, Mommy dies or is already dead. Even before Julia could speak in full sentences, she'd point at the screen and say, "Mommy? Bibam's Mommy? I've always been reluctant to tell her that Bibam's mommy is gone, no more, dead. Finally one day sometime after turning 3 years old, she was watching Caillou and the segment covered death. I think she started to grasp the meaning of it pretty well, as she'd pick flowers from our plants only to see that they wilt shortly after. "Flowers die when we pick them, we shouldn't pick anymore, right?" The day it truly hit her was just two weeks ago, watching Bambi one day and then watching Chicken Little the day after. She asked where Chicken Little's mommy was. I finally bit the bullet and said, "Honey, uhm, Chicken Little's mommy isn't with them anymore. She died..." *silence* I saw the very moment, the realization of what death truly was... her eyes widen and stared deep into my very soul. I thought she was going to cry because I knew exactly what my little girl was thinking. "Mommy, you can NEVER die... I'll take good care of you. OK?" "My sweet girl, you do take good care of me. Don't ever worry about Mommy dying." I almost cried... actually I did cry because if anything happened to me, Julia would probably think that she didn't take good care of me. So young, such a worrier already. |
| Tuesday, February 13th, 2007 | |
| 7:13 pm | Forgiven Nothing opens your eyes to life than finding out that someone your age has lost hers. At one point in our lives, we were best friends. She was Miss Popular and everyone wanted to be in her clique, do no wrong by her and you're taken care of. Somehow, I had done her wrong, very wrong because I became one of her tortured victims throughout middle school as well as high school. Even people that I didn't know, took a jab. After graduation, I escaped her and all of her lackies. I kept a great distance from them all, so well, that I hadn't seen anyone that I didn't want to all these years. Probably close to 20 years. How was it that by some chance, I got an email informing me of her battle lost to cancer just a few days ago? That small, almost non-existent degree of separation... that email that began with "Our beloved sister, M... She was surrounded by family who held her hands as she took her last breaths." People say, it's karma because of how devious and hateful she was to some as well as to me, and maybe they're right, but I just feel sorry for her because she was so young. She never got to experience some of life's greatest joys. I believe that life doesn't truly start until you're 30 and she was only 31. I don't know what she was like as an adult... who knows, she might've changed. The hub and I reminisced a little. She did indirectly contribute to our being together. I might share that story with you at a later date. He and I did have a wonderful laugh in her honor. I do forgive her for leaving me with atleast one good memory of our friendship. |
| 3:14 pm | *Smooches* ( my valentine postbox ) |
| Monday, February 5th, 2007 | |
| 1:42 pm | Hand Me Diamond A few years ago, shortly before my father went completely senile and put into the nursing home, he gave my mom a diamond ring. She didn't receive it well, asking what a plain old lady like her would do with such a thing and whether there was a diamond report that proved its authenticity and worth. He said that it did come with one and claimed that he misplaced it. With how unappreciative she was of his gift, he added that he bought it off the street. My mom showed it to me a few years ago. I didn't know what to make of it, really. At first glance, I thought it was tacky and she put it back in a little red silk bag and stashed it in a pocket somewhere in her closet. This past weekend, she took it out again and it is now in my possession. It belongs to me now. We looked at it together and she said that he wasn't the type of guy to buy fake things. We both know this. He's always been a bit of a spender and a bit frivolous for a man with a Chinese restaurant cook's salary with a sweatshop wife. So in his last years and a little bit of savings, he bought his wife a diamond ring. A modest little diamond set in a yellow gold band that just overpowers and smothers this gem, not letting it shine nor show off its beauty. How descriptive of my mother's entire life. Maybe he was trying to make it up to her for not making their new lives in America more glamorous. Upon closer inspection, this little lady is clear, well cut and quite a beauty, probably just under a carat, maybe with just a few minimal flaws. I'm not an expert but it's quite a shiner even in its clunky, gawdy band. Now that it is mine, I plan to let this lady shine. I will pry it out of the yellow clawed cage, polish her up and nestle her into a beautiful white bed, fit for a Queen. A makeover, a new life for the next generation of ownership. It will be appreciated and worn on my right hand. |
| Monday, January 29th, 2007 | |
| 10:45 am | Explain, Please Uhm... "Sophia is made with... love, sweetie. Just like we made you out of love. When a mommy and a daddy love each other, their love grows into a baby in the mommy's belly... ... and we love you and Sophia VERY much..." How would YOU explain it simply to your 3.5 year old daughter/son? |
| Friday, January 26th, 2007 | |
| 11:40 am | Fat By Chocolate Only 69 days to go according to the baby ticker. It's obvious that it's too late to take a last minute getaway on a jetplane to someplace where the sun does shine and the ocean beckons to wash the sand from between our toes. To go anywhere local would just be silly because... well, because it's too damned cold. How does one go to sleep and wake up two pounds heavier? Has that ever happen to anyone? I understand that I'm pregnant and all, the body is capable of all sorts of miraculous things but this is more mysterious rather than miraculous. The hub has been gaining that sympathy weight. When I enter the kitchen, he follows. When he resists the cupcakes that I've made, I make him weak by sinking my teeth into one. I joked and asked if they made dress pants with elastic inserts at the waist for men with pregnant wives. I guess it's true that the quickest way to a guy's heart really is through his stomach... so easily seduced by my sinfully moist cupcakes topped with thick chocolate icing. Mmmmmm. I think I just gained two pounds from writing that. 18 pounds and counting. Target weight for this pregnancy... 26, with 10 more weeks to go. Fat chance. |
| Friday, January 19th, 2007 | |
| 12:12 am | Mental After days of loading and unloading the washer and dryer, I found myself on our bed, folding yet another mountain of laundry. With Julia playing with my polkadot maternity bra and another episode of Curious George to distract her with, I rested my head on the mound to stare up at the skyline. I glimpsed the tallest building against the pink sky and I found myself in another life. I was recalling something... something familiar, but yet thousands of miles away. Years and years of a life different from this one, all in two seconds. "Mommy, how do I look?" I pried my eyelids apart and groggily eyed my daughter, who was now fully clad in her daddy's dress socks, wifebeater as a dress and some polka dots peeping out from underneath it. "Sweetie, you look beautiful..." Sometimes we all need a mental vacation because upon returning, you're always glad to be back home. |
| Thursday, January 11th, 2007 | |
| 11:41 am | Bloom When we first found out that I'm pregnant, Julia asked me everyday when her baby sister will be ready. Well, sweetie, my belly needs to be *this* big before baby sister is ready to come out. Each week that went by, she'd ask if baby sister was big enough. Sweetheart, you know how hot it is outside? It's Summer right now. It needs to get really cold, then snow and when it warms up again, the flowers will start to bloom. That's when baby sister will arrive. Yesterday, we got some snow flurries. Mommy, is baby sister coming soon? 12 weeks and counting... The flowers will bloom. |