Working It

Kasi ako yung better half, hehehe.

Pero together, we’re the best. (Naks, bawi.)

I will be starting the week off with this tag from Kengkay (and I also later on received the same tag from JoanJoyce and JMom). Sometimes, I’m unfair because I tend to write (well, second-nature na halos) about Ninna all the time. Here’s a wonderful opportunity to write about the major stockholder of my heart.

Here are the rules…

This tag is simple. If you feel comfortable and your better half does too, you can post a picture of him in your blog (but if not a description will do). May it be a baby picture anything that you like with the following:

1. First name: if he doesn’t like his name plastered all over the internet, a pet name will do.
2. How and where did you meet?
3. Characteristics
4. Your plans 20 to 30 years from now.

Pic taken at our wedding in 2002. Pogi despite the wedding gastos, haha!

In one of my freak psychic moments some fifteen years ago, I wrote a letter to my bestfriend, Angela, mentioning that I felt I was destined to marry a guy whose name starts with the letter A. She laughed it off and said I was just too addicted to Axl Rose (of GnR) and that maybe I was slightly becoming unhinged.

I shoved that idea to the back of my head and promptly forgot all about it.

In the next few years, I dated guys whose names started with D, M, J, B, L, V, H, etc., but never A. Not until I was introduced, got engaged, and was eventually married to this cute guy with irresistable dimples.

His name is Allan.

We first met in 2001 at the first birthday of our (mutual) godson, Jon. As soon as I entered the room, hubby forgot all about the spaghetti he was eating and fell in love with me at first sight (or so I would like to think, hehe). And like the true kunsintodors Jon’s parents were, they (deftly) pushed us to get together.

Hubby generally wasn’t my type. I usually go for the tall, dark, and handsome types and, with hubby, all I got was “handsome”. Pwede na, di ba? :D

The more I got to know him, though, the more I learned to respect (and love) the kind of man he is. He is intensely decisive (di na nga ako pinakawalan eh, haha!), talented, has admirable work ethics, is hard-working, loud, and loud pa ulit, funny and extra sweet (with hot fudge on top). Read more about how ideal my ideal guy truly is HERE.

Ten, twenty, or thirty years from now, I’m sure we will still be holding hands. At present, there’s a lot of uncertainty in where, what, or how we will be. Nevertheless, we plan to ride out this adventure together, whatever it takes - because I just can’t see future without my hand in his.

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Do you want to write about your sweetie pie? I would love to sink my teeth in a slice of that. :) Share?

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Update: More kilig high, anyone?

Read about Leira’s Philbert.
And Dang’s Charlie.
And Cez’s Marlon.

MrsWorkingGirl :: Nov.12.2007 :: MeMeMee :: 26 Comments »

Because I asked for it…

Toni gave me a number of great assignments last time. Toni, I apologize for getting to it only now - I will blame the oversight on my erstwhile epidural kung makakalusot. :D 

My first assignment: To post my fave mom-and-daughter pic with Ninna and write why that pic is my favorite.

I have lots of favorite pictures with Ninna. Its such a challenge to just pick one. However, I do know that some of my most favorite ones involve our first few pictures together as “new mom and baby”.

Like this one…

This picture was taken when Ninna was just four months old. It was our first time out of the house on account of springtime, and we so enjoyed our freedom!

Back then, I loved making Ninna laugh - her chubby cheeks would make like apples on her face, her little nose would crinkle cutely, and her eyes would disappear in her laughter. And the surest way to elicit this cheeky reaction from her would be to raise her up high and then to take her back suddenly in my arms.

Whenever I see this picture, I am reminded of how hubby and I single-handedly took care of Ninna from her infancy. We were living in a different country, basically on our own, and extremely unsure of our parenting skills. By the grace of God, we did it - we actually did it. Our baby was growing up chubby and happy, and we couldn’t ask for anything more.

However, I wish it were always this easy to make our daughter happy. At present, she’s already too heavy to carry, let alone lift up high. Her apple cheeks have plateaued, her arms and legs no longer the jumbo longganisas they once were, and she’ll soon outgrow my belly-blows and the tickles. I accept, she’ll grow - her happiness no longer in our hands but in her own.

One thing won’t change though: as true ang lasting as this snapshot, I will always be her mom who will lift her up again and again, my arms at the ready to catch her if she should fall.   

My second assignment: To write about my comfort food.

Easy comfort food: Ice Cream. A chunky chocolate flavor with lots of nuts usually does the trick.

Moderate comfort food: Chicken Arroz Caldo. Pandesal with Sardinas. Pritong Galunggong with Suka and Bagoong. McChicken Sandwich and fries (pinas version, not the bland ones here in the US). Halo-halo with lots of Halaya Ube and Leche Flan. Eng Bee Tin Hopia. Ginisang Munggo with lots of Chicharon. Starbucks Cafe Mocha or Double Chocolate Chip Frappucino. And Clover Chips. I’m so easy to comfort, eh?

Ultimate comfort food: My Tamie makes the best Chicken Pochero and Ginisang Pechay. Tamie knows me so well she cooks either for me, even without me needing to tell her. Together with steaming hot, white rice and a Royal Tru Orange, hunger, sadness, hopelessness, sickness - just a spoonful and suddenly I am a child again, living an easy, simple, and invincible life.

My third assignment: To take a nap then upon waking up, write about my dream.

This was a hard one. I had to take more than a few naps, and also had to wait until I was able to remember a dream. :D

Weirdly enough, this was what came up the other day: I dreamt that I was walking very fast while telling hubby and that we needed to reach home early (even in a dream, i was out making lakwatsa) because we had to catch the finale of “The Next Iron Chef“. And then, Chef Symon was singing “Who’s got the power, the power to read, who answers the call of friends in need.” (Even in dreams I couldn’t get rid of the Super Why theme song in my head, hehehe!) Allez cuisine? :D

MrsWorkingGirl :: Nov.05.2007 :: MeMeMee :: 12 Comments »