Tuesday, February 28, 2006

And they call it "Puppy Love Lab"


I've been craving for a dog. A large, yellow, alert and hopefully well-behaved Labrador dog. It's the most illogical, inane, insane thing to wish for but I wish for it anyway.

There are a number of sensible reasons why this can't be. One: No room for another animal. Crap, I've got three running around our tiny apartment already, and one flapping around in it's cage, like I need one more; Two: No time for another animal (see explanation above); Three:No energy for another animal. (same sad, scratchy explanation above). There are more reasons why this is the most stupid idea I've had of late but I crave it just the same.

There is not a day that passes when I don't thing about my big yellow dog. I think I will name him Bob. It's short, simple, sweet.

Bob is reliable. Bob is well-mannered. Bob plays with the kids all day long. Bob protects the family from the monsters. Bob needs to take at least two walks a day. Bob needs to be fed three times a day. Bob needs to go to the vet, be picked up after, potty-trained. This is all too familiar-sounding.

I swore to end my baby-making years after #3 popped out of me, all 10.2 pounds of him, unmedicated, drug-free and a really retarded idea in hindsight. Natural childbirth is a bane and a boon and a whole lot of new-age nonsense. I say take the freaking epidural and push to your heart's content smiling, ladies. Baby #3 came to us in 2004. #2 in 2002. #1 in 2000. That's exactly every two years. 2000-2002-2004...and it's 2006. Already?!

Three is plenty to care for. Three is a whole lot of play-doh-on-the-walls-and-floors-scraping, poopy-bum washing, pee-in-the-middle-of-the-night potty training. So why the heck I want to get a big rock and drop it on top of my silly head, I will never know.

When we can afford a big house again, the one with the big backyard and the big staff to take the animals (yes, that includes the ones walking upright and need schooling) for their walks, you betcha Bob will be the first thing I will get me. The Mercedez Benz Van and the G5 PowerBook in my brand new Creative Studio can all come after Bob.

I love me my Bobby.

Damn this maternal instinct and baby-every-two-year pattern. Still kicking it after a million years of sleepless nights. Lack of sleep may induce super-woman, "one more thing to take care of and worry about? no problem! bring it on!" hallucinations. I even hallucinate what Bob will looks like. Here -



He's the one on the left. The black one is Sol's. My eldest son has been hallucinating supportively along with his mother. Good dog!


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Monday, February 27, 2006

MermaidKat


Wanna see a MerKat
in training?

Come join me on my morning swim. It's a whole lot of fun! Just stay away from the whirlpool.


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love
joy
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Sunday, February 26, 2006

Hello, Gorgeous!

MomDayTBRoom.JPG
Mothers' Day Lunch, 2005
Manila

Counting down the days...






YAY!




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Nothin Slickr Than My Flickr

I just recently discovered a whole new wonderful world called Flickr.

I've been using this photo server(?) for a while now but did not go "Pro" until last week. It's official. I am a Flickr Newbie-er.

It just made sense. I love taking photos and shoving showing them off to family and friends but have no time to print them so voila! The magic of digital photography and the internet put to good use.

Then I started poking around some more (now that I've invested some money, I might as well make the most of it) and WHOAAAAHA! My eyes teared, squinted, turned red, popped out of their sockets from looking at all the amazing photographs. My heart soared, my hairs stood, my soul took flight. Such beauty, such talent, such inspiration. Such envy.

I have a couple of favorites so far but only asked one's permission so I'm sharing his link with you. Go over there and swoon your heart out. You can thank me later by putting your swoony comments on mine too. Please and Thank You!

Enjoy!



Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Tita Lesluv!!!

This one's for you!

Big THANKS and squishy HUGS for the pasalubong.

Love you lots.

Miss you and Andytot a bunchums.





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love
joy
~iKat
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Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Googly-Eyed Momster

I'm doing it.
Doing it now.
Today.
Not a minute,
Not a moment,
Not a day later.
I am on my way.
Yay, yay, yay!
I'm doing it.
I did it.
Done!










My new and oh-so-fashionable swim goggles




You can stop laughing now.


Total time in pool: 20 minutes
Laps: 15 (w/ 5 bubble breaks in between)
Whirlpool : 5 oooh-ahhh minutes





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love
joy
~iKat
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Monday, February 20, 2006

Fast Forward

It is 10:00 a.m. sharp. It's been exactly 12 hours and 1 minute since my last meal. I am dizzy. I am cranky. I am starving, famished and my tummy just chimed in with a rumble that soundes more like a high-pitched "twerkpk!". I'm sure that's my stomach's way of saying "Enough already, twerp. Feed me!"

Blood tests for a physical later. You know how that goes so I will not bore you with that story. Instead let me tell you about food. Yeah. Let's suffer a little bit more intensely, shall we?

I remember the foods of my childhood as a kid growing up in Davao City. White rice with milk and sprinkled with sugar; Well-done fried Spam in brown sugar all syrupy sweet, Toast with margarine and sugar (that's a lot of sugar and a lot of visits to the dentist!) hotdogs, the tiny, cocktail ones, spanish sardines with fried eggs and my favorite, champorado which is a sticky rice porridge with cocoa. Sometimes, my mom would add tuyo which is dried, salted, stinky fish on top. Yummmmmy! I find myself craving for these childhood favorites once in a while. When the weather gets too cold, when I am depressed, when I miss my family, when I'm fasting for a blood test. Waaaah...I want my Mommmmmy!

It's getting harder and harder to think but I must decide now. Let's see - five to six more hours to wait before I can take anything. My appointment not until after 3 p.m. I have a physical exam before the blood work which means I have to go through that uber-fun experience with hunger breath and the risk of acid reflux. Not a pretty idea.

I decide to do the blood work some other day. Yes.

Instead of suffering, I choose to stuff my face with these:



Tuna Melt a la Marjorie a.k.a. BFG
(Thanks for reminding me about this one, ga!)

1 small can tuna (drain)
1 tomato (take out soggy seeds)
1 small red onion
1 bagel sliced in half
Kraft singles

Chop onions and tomatoes. Add tuna. Salt and pepper to taste. Tabasco if you're feeling fine and randy. Spread on bagel halves. Top with cheese square and pop in the oven until cheese is melted and bubbly.


Enjoy!

I think I just heard my tummy say "GrrrgkllkrThanksqrk!"




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love
joy
~iKat
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Sunday, February 19, 2006

My Favorite Posts

I LOVE MY OWN


A MUST SEE for Mommies & Daddies!

My Family

My Sisters

A Baby Shower, Leslie

Hangin Out, Randy

Soul-Sister, Joey

Creative

Yoohoo, PapaGrandpa!

Alleanda Pineda Albano

Sweets from my Sweets

Baby Andy Update

Baked Salmon, Mixed Greens and Oprah

The best ever trip home

Specimens of a Surprise

J.Routines




A STAB AT SOULFUL

Steadfast

Prayer For Our Children

Courage

Release

Missing Piece

Anais Nin

Too Blest

Discovery

Fruits & Things

My Religion

Symptoms of Inner Peace

It's all about choices

Spiritual Activism

No Story Excuses

Step by step




FROM THE MOUTH OF BABES

Bumberries

Boobs & Bellies

July 4 is for J

Anatomy of A Move:Airport Anomaly

just because...

Happy drips, happy Mom, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Oona's Art Day

Waiting

This Mom's Life

Why i give it my all

Forts

Being Ate

Sol In Love



MOMENTS OF CLARITY

The Voice

Bright, Shiny & New Year

Happy-Mothering-Me Day

On Leaving Home

The View

Fresh

Healing

Anatomy of A Move

The Power Of Weakness

The Call

Huge

Where do we go from here?

Good Days, Bad Days

A Billion Breaths

FEAR

Do tell

I love you, Mom

All I really needed to know I learned in My KITCHENgarten



CYBER*FUN*LINKS

PhotoFriday

100Words

Are you...

Woman, You Are Beautiful

Thursday Thirteen

What Temperament Are You?



RHYME*TIME

The Mall

Birthday Poem for Daddy

Gooey, Pooey Poem for J

The Blue Stool

True Love of Mine

Sol and Oona On My Nokia



SUPffER*MOM*SPEAKS! or HELLO, CRAZY CALLING

Date Night

Recykle...Recicle...RECYCLE!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!

The Pretty Picture

A Case of the Crappies, For The Moment

25 Reasons To Write

Sticky On Contact

Sound Bytes

Season's Change






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love
joy
~iKat
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Friday, February 17, 2006

Some New Fun Favorites

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Roses from My Hubby Valentine, Jack

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Tulips from Marge a.k.a. My BFG

My new favorite blogging girls ~

Leanne

Lena

Check them out and see what I'm saying.

Fun, fun, fun!!!

Thank you, Leanne, for the floral inspiration among other things.
Thank you, Lena, for always making me laugh and think!
Thank you, Jack and Marge, for my valentine flowers and for being my best buds.

Thank you, for dropping by!

Happy weekend!

Gratefully yours,
K.

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peace
love
joy
~iKat
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Thursday, February 16, 2006

T13 : Hubby Valentine

Thursday Thirteen

Thirteen Things About My Hubby Valentine



WARNING: This blog may contain mushy language that is unsuitable for skeptics, anti-romantic and cynical audiences. Readers' discretion is advised.

1. He is the most beautiful man I have ever been with - beautiful face, beautiful body, beautiful mind, beautiful soul. I absolutely adore him.



2. He is the perfect gentleman in all aspects. (And I mean in ALL aspects, baby. Cue swoon & drool, ladies.)



3. He gave me a dozen roses and BOOKS for Valentine. Anyone who knows me knows to give me anything paper (preferrably hardbound) to make me happy. I love and appreciate his generosity.



4. He loves his parents and has a healthy adoration for his mother. (Now, y'all know what they say about men and their mothers: the way they treat their moms is the way they'll treat you.



5. He gave me the best gifts any woman could ever have - our three beautiful children - plus he is such a great fundad to our funkids.




6. He loves to shop for clothes and shoes...for me! I, on the other hand, will buy 7 pairs of the same pants and 7 of the same top in different colors every 7 years if it were up to me. Yes, 7 of the same shoes -flats of course- in all shades of brown, black and blue, thank you very much. Will also argue til I'm blue that jeans can be worn to both casual and formal occasions.


My jeans of choice. Groovy, huh?

7. He may be the most forgetful human being I know when it comes to important dates, but man, does he knows how to make up for it. (It's okay, honey, forget my birthday one more time. Just make sure my B-class has a sunroof and seatwarmers, okay? White, please and thank you. ;-)



8. I know that the stubborn attitude and bullheadedness are just a facade. Nothing that a little more lovin' cannot handle.





9. I know for sure he loves me



10. and the children above all else.



11. I know for sure he will be this way until we're both old and gray.




12. I know for sure that I won't mind being the same way.




13. There's just one thing I'm not sure of though: I think I would prefer to cover my grays. Yes, my vanity way surpasses his on this one.

I love you, my Hubby Valentine!

Hope
your Valentine Week is happy and hot as can be!


My valentine bouquet and lovin it! (Yes, I am a hope*full romantic and proud of it!)



Links to other Thursday Thirteens!
1.   (...if you're not puking from this post yet, you can leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!)




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Sunday, February 12, 2006

Elias's Birthday


We spent Saturday with Joe and Mariam to celebrate Elias's 2nd birthday.

Come and celebrate with us here!

Thanks for the fun evening, guys!

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love
joy
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Stories To Tell



It drips out and over me. In the middle of the kitchen while grinding my coffee beans - my drink of choice; while I bend down to wash yet another bum; while I am forced to listen to another Barney video, the stories just bubble up and roll around my brain.

The time when I finally chose right which segues to the time that I stood up for myself and meanders to that time when I should have gone the other way which turns to that time when I should have punched that dirty old pervert in the nose and how about that time I went to Venice and vowed to go back with the One i luvy...and on and on and on it goes. In my case, I have learned to make the ending to my musings a sweet one: being grateful for where I am at right this moment because this is where I ought to be at this time in my life.

There's so many stories out there. Mine, Yours, Ours. It's all the same really. The only things that change are the character names and maybe different choices of drinks. But, hey, it's still a drink. It still goes down the same pipe and comes out the same hole. Some like it hot, some like it cold. Some like it in the pot nine days old.

So many stories to tell, so little time to tell them.

Yes, it hurts sometimes. These stories being locked up inside. Think constipation. Ahh. Now you get the idea.

That's why I write



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~iKat
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Saturday, February 11, 2006

I.F. "Simple"






"Kat's Yoga"
Wacom tablet




IllustrationFriday





Also available in My Store
(shameless plug)




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Friday, February 10, 2006

Winter Over Yet?



Wacom mid-afternoon illustrations

My view across the North-East window

Beats doing the dishes
or folding laundry
anytime.








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Thursday, February 09, 2006

Thursday Thirteen


Thirteen Things about Kat


1. I am doing this at 1:50 p.m. while Sol is in SK, Oona is in the shower and Joshim is taking a nap.
2. I love lists...
3. and believe in the power of list-making.
4. I once made a list to have a house, a car and x hundred thousand in my bank account.
5. I got it all in one year.
6. All legally, all honorably, all good.
7. I have stopped doing serious listing since I became mommy to #2...
8. and now going back to it...
9. since I got a Life Coach, yay,Julie!!!
10. I started a major decluttering project two weeks ago
11. and it's still going on two weeks after.
12. I hate folding clothes, detest-abhor-barf at the idea of it.
13. Yay, I'm done. Now I'm thinking about my 100 things that has been on my To Do List forever!

Get to it already!


Links to other Thursday Thirteens!
(leave your link in comments, I’ll add you here!)

1. Nicole, thanks for adopting me. ;-)
2. Carol
3. Killired
4. Mar
5. Nelly
6. KDubs
7. Daria
8. Colleen
9. Karen
10. Enigma
11. Janne
12. kimmy&jacob
13. Lena
14. Virenda
15. Dylan, my Aussie bro.;-)



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Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Step by step




Wacom tablet night-scribbles

A human being who wanders in the dark wanders nevertheless. The student learns even if he does not know that he is learning and thus, he might at last get quite excited about it. In winter, a tree collects food. People might think it is idle as they do not see that something is happening. Then in spring they see that buds. Only then do they believe it to be doing something.

There is a time of absorbing and a time of pouring out this bring us back to the doctrine: "Illumination has to come step by step as otherwise one would be overpowered by the experience."
Jalaluddin Rumi, mystical poet (1207-1273)



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What Are You?

You Have a Melancholic Temperament

Introspective and reflective, you think about everything and anything.
You are a soft-hearted daydreamer. You long for your ideal life.
You love silence and solitude. Everyday life is usually too chaotic for you.

Given enough time alone, it's easy for you to find inner peace.
You tend to be spiritual, having found your own meaning of life.
Wise and patient, you can help people through difficult times.

At your worst, you brood and sulk. Your negative thoughts can trap you.
You are reserved and withdrawn. This makes it hard to connect to others.
You tend to over think small things, making decisions difficult.



You Are Rain

You can be warm and sexy. Or cold and unwelcoming.
Either way, you slowly bring out the beauty around you.

You are best known for: your touch

Your dominant state: changing

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Being Ate




Oona, 3 feeding Joshim, 1 some pancit canton

Ate means "big sister" in Tagalog, our spoken dialect in Manila. Oona loves being Ate to Joshim, feeding him, putting the blanket on him, singing him lullabies.

The other day she tells me: Mom, I love playing with Joshim because he's so soft.

I smiled. I am still smiling at the recollection and my heart softens even more.




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Monday, February 06, 2006

25 Reasons To Write

1. Because I'll forget.
2. For the sheer joy of looking at letters and words come together.
3. A very good excuse to touch paper.
4. A very good excuse to get more paper.
5. Because I explode/implode when I don't.
6. Because the kids have the most amazing utterances.
7. Because it is most fulfilling to hear someone say "your words touched me...".
8. Because I read others' writings and they do it so well.
9. To hear my family gush.
10. To hear my sisters laugh.
11. To leave a piece of me behind.
12. To keep my head on straight.
13. To breathe.
14. Because I've done it since I was ten and always felt it to be the most natural thing to do.
15. Because the piles of journals look so delectable.
16. To hear myself better.
17. To see myself more clearly.
18. To hold myself more closely, lovingly.
19. To connect with a higher Power.
20. Because if I don't, I feel constipated.
21. To make sense of the cacophony of jilted, jagged, jarring noises.
22. I've always known how.
23. It is my calling.
24. It is my telling.
25. It is mine.


Thank you, Maya for the idea.






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joy
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Friday, February 03, 2006

Sticky On Contact


Gooey Gluey Stuff, Kids' Art Supply
Canon 300D







Sniff. Sniff.

Cough. Cough. Cough.

Spit-sputter-gag-cough-sniff.

"Mommyeeeeeeee! Sipon." Sipon is Filipino for snot. The kids say it with a lilting tone so it comes out as say-pon instead of the flowing seepon of the vernacular.

It started with one. And on to another. And another. Our home was a cacophony of jagged coughing and sniffling sounds punctuated with shrieks for "Mommyeeeeeeee!" every two seconds.

And the eeky-gooey-sticky monster has finally caught up with me. After three whole weeks of dodging it, while I confidently declared yet again to my demise, how healthy this momma is --- not!, it grabbed a hold of me and hasn't loosened its grip since that fateful day of J's return from Spain. I find it pretty amazing how the body (or God, or the Say-pon monsters know just when to hand it to you. Just when it was okay for me to buckle, just when there was someone, thank heavens, to help take care of the little ones, I got it. Hard.

Hello cold-winter-month bug. Hello body aches and pains. Hello endless boxes of tissue and snot rags all over the place.

It is not nice. Hell it is a nuisance and a theif! It robs you of your precious energy. And my sanity threatens to jump ship yet again.

Ahhh, yes.

I feel another test of the wills coming.

Bring it on, Universe

I say

BRING IT ON!


My answer to the Sticky Monster:



*Insert deranged laugh here*





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love
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~iKat
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Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Sol In Love



Sol, 5 years old

He was three when they first met. Next door neighbors to our summer home in Hampton. When I finally reached out and said "Hello!" they were inseperable. Alfie was six then. That was 2004. Every afternoon, soon as the sun set, they'd be out playing. Tag, hide & seek, bike rides, plastic car rides. Then we had to leave for Canada. It was a whole year before we went back again.

This time things were different. Alfie's mom, Me-Anne and I noticed it immediately. There were LQs (lover's quarrels) and demands as one would say "I told you to wait for me here and you left. Why did you do that?" and the other replied with a solemn "I'm sorry." in tones so hurt you'd think there was betrayal going on.

Sol and Alfie. Inseperable. For one whole summer vacation. Until it was time to leave again.

This time, Sol was different. I think it's what people call Puppy Love. Corny as it may sound, it has brought not a few tears to this sentimental and corny Mom's eyes. Here are just a few of the things my son has shared with me, in all earnestness that his five year old heart can hold:


"Mommy, I made a song. It's for Alfie." And proceeds to sing this heart-felt rendition of words so sweet and cute - "If you wanna come with me you must come over, if you wanna come with me you do the dance...". Words could not describe the delight, the pleasure, I felt when he first sang the love song to me. No, there was no jealousy on my part. Instead there was a kind of pride only mommies know of. I still have the song recorded on my phone where it will stay for a very long time.

And every day or two thereafter, the declarations of devotion and longing from our little man:


"Mommy, you know who I miss a whole lot in Manila? (serious pause) Alfie."


"I had a dream last night, Mom. Alfie was here and we were playing in the park."


"When are we going back home to Manila, Mommy? I want to give her these books already."


"Can we mail some stuff to Alfie?"


"Here, Mom, I drew another picture for Alfie. Can you read it? It says I heart Alfie." (Drawing of boy and girl with hearts with arrows all over)


"How many more days, Mommy?"


"Can you stick this heart on my picture with Alfie, please?"



Sol & Alfie, May, 2005, Tita Leslie's Home, Greenhills


"I showed our picture to my classmates, Mom. Samuel said we should get naked together."
Without any trace of malice on his innocent face.

(Er, I think I need to have a talk with Samuel's mom.)

Last thing I heard Alfie's family will be moving to another home in another town. That would certainly break somebody's little heart since it's not going to be as easy to meet up. Oh, and yes, Alfie told my sister, Joey that she loves Sol, too.

Of course I told him right away. You should have seen the bashful yet overjoyed blush on my boy's face. It was simply kakakilig! I don't think I have the English equivalent for that one. The closest I could think of is tickled pink. But it just doesn't do. I guess some things are meant to be experienced more than retold.

My little boy is in love. I could not be any prouder or kilig! I believe we've got some Valentine cards to make and mail soon.






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love
joy
~iKat
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