More Cheese Curls For Me!
While working on a fashion post yesterday, I scrolled upon this picture of me from a couple of years ago while saving a picture in a folder. I remembered how I loved this particular outfit that day. Floral smocked top cinched with a wide red patent belt, worn over jeans, with my long beaded cross necklace. I thought I was very stylish. So I decided to post it as my Facebook profile. In the back of my mind, someone is going to say I’m fat. If not to my face, at least talk about me with other people I know. Paranoid much? Nahhh, just keepin’ it real.
When the guys went fishing after dinner, then my daughter fell asleep at about 8:30pm, I planted my behind in the couch, turned the laptop on and opened Facebook. I figured I’d chat it up with a few friends in there. Lo and behold, one friend sent me a message saying in Tagalog:
The Swiffer commercials
I love Swiffer. I wrote a review of it once in 2010. Even though I use the GRUENE STEAM CLEANER VIDEO REVIEW to mop and steam our kitchen floor(tiles), I still keep around Swiffer for the bedroom, and living room floors. And for the times when I just want to do a quick mop in the kitchen. The new Swiffer commercials are silly but funny. There is just something adorably sick watching dirt and grimes turned into speaking humans excitedly clinging into the swiffer pads.
No Monday Night W/ Popcorn
My husband and the son left to go fishing 30 minutes ago so here I was thinking the hubs might be sneaking out to smoke ashton cigars but I guess not. They just got back a couple of minutes ago. Just in time for me to pop a few kernels of popcorn in my mouth. The girl and I thought we could have a popcorn night without the boys but that’s out of the window coz I just lost my share. My son asked if there were more. Since I’m such a good mother and I know how much he loves popcorn as much as I love pork I gave him my bowl.
He was grateful so I took the opportunity to remind him that I am willing to sacrifice a bowl of popcorn for my first born son but he shouldn’t expect me to sacrifice my life for him. Hubby said it sounded good enough.
My son on the other hand mumbled a few words amidst chewing MY popcorn so I really didn’t understand what he said. Ah yah know, motherhood. It has its perks once in a while 
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Thanks, I think……..
Because of Facebook, people from my past are popping up every 3 days, requesting to be added in Friend’s list. Truth be told, sometimes I have to dig deeper in my brain to remember who some of the people are. There’s one the other day whom after I accepted his request, sent me a message that made me smirk and roll my eyes at the same time. By the way, I sort of remember who he is.. LOL. Anyhooo, he said I still look pretty even after having 2 kids.
REALLY?? Interestingly enough, he’s a Filipino. I don’t want to open a can of worms but some Filipinos have the tendency to say comments like that. Yah know, complimentary comments with a touch of condescend and unintentional insult. Don’t even get me started on the weight topic… Errrmmmm…
So I decided to make a comparison. Before marriage and after 2 children.
Sometimes I Can’t Hear…
It seems like I’m doing a “Sometimes” series.
Sometimes, Compromising Is Better Than Talking
Sometimes, She Lets Me Play W/ Her Hair
I swear, I’m not doing a Sometimes series nor am I doing this intentionally. I’m just not that creative in titles.
My right ear is bad. I always use my left ear when talking to someone on the phone. But it’s not that bad where I have to see a specialist or couldn’t function on a daily basis. Or so I thought.
This morning…
Larger Than Life
So yesterday I started singing to BSB’s hit song Larger Than Life. My husband didn’t like it so he rudely told me to shut it. To quote him, “Shussss Dex” were his exact words. So I decided to post this in my Facebook status:
I was told to "Shusss Dex" while singing a BSB song. My husband is no fun. Hmmph… So I’ll sing it here.
"All you people can’t you see, can’t you see
How your love’s affecting our reality
Every time we’re down
You can make it right
And that makes you larger than life "
Sometimes, Compromising Is Better Than Talking
I was just telling someone the other day that one of the things that put marriages in trouble is when the husband and wife stop communicating. They’re too stressed out from their jobs, paying bills, kids, chores, etc, that everything becomes a daily routine. So it is always important that at the end of the day, a couple must find even just 20 minutes to just talk to each other. Right?
A few hours ago, I discovered that sometimes compromising is actually better than talking. Again, I said sometimes. Like when I was working on a post about Steve Madden wedges for Style and Flair. My husband heard me talking to a guy named “Steve.”
WIFE: C’mon “Steve”, that’s ugly.
HUBBY: Who are you talking to?
WIFE: No One. I’m just talking to myself about an ugly shoes.
HUBBY: Dexie, Dexie, why do you keep talking to yourself?
WIFE: ‘Coz I have no one else to talk to. Would you like me to talk to you instead?
HUBBY: Please Don’t.
WIFE: Alrighty Then!!!!
I’m not an expert in marriage but we’ve been married for 14 years and we’ve been through some heavy stuff along the way too so you know, I might have an advise here and there that could help some other married couples out there too. Just sayin’… 
Surprise, Surprise
Usually on the weekends I would tackle loads of laundry and sweep the floor. Because we have laminate floor in the living room, hallway, and bedrooms, I actually have to sweep everyday. With carpet, I could get away with vacuuming every 2-3 days but it’s a totally different ballgame now.
Anyhoooo, the surprise, oh yeah, that. Well this weekend, I did more than loads of laundry and swept the floor. I also steamed-mopped the kitchen floor, cleaned the whole bathroom and after putting the folded clothes away, I organized my husband’s side of the closet. I know, washing, drying and folding clothes then putting ‘em away in one day is like a miracle around here. Then you add steam-mopping, sweeping and organizing a part of the closet, boy oh boy, that’s like miracles to the 20th power. Granted that was only 3 loads of laundry and I still have 2 loads sitting in my couch that need to be put away, but trust me that what I’ve accomplished last Saturday was a miracle. No, really, it was.
