tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79523712011-07-07T22:28:23.360-04:00Inhale...exhale...inhale...bow... I choose to take a lot of deep breaths and bow my head in gratitude and surrender...as often as I can remember, that I may live my earthly existence with grace and peace and joy. Always, in Love and Light.The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.comBlogger2071100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-8340982027092031872008-10-01T20:28:00.003-04:002009-11-18T11:30:39.237-05:00

the long hiatus is over. come and visit me here at The New Breathing Room

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1155611908657598882006-08-14T22:46:00.000-04:002007-04-11T16:21:06.492-04:00

daddy and me singing "how did you know"on his surprise birthday and reunion celebrationphoto by patrick friasOn the second anniversary of The Breathing Room, I bid farewell to you, dear reader. But this is not really a goodbye, just a transition post, because I am dramatic like that. Heehee.It all started exactly two years ago to this day. I was writing a love note for my dad, it was for his

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1150702514305309942006-06-19T03:31:00.000-04:002006-06-19T03:35:14.380-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } daddy's girl, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations. My Dad and I.I was one year old.The year was 1969.I've yet to ask if the red bike's his.I think if was the neighbor'sAs my mom told me once...Lovin my red shoes. :-)Love

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1150465585136681372006-06-16T09:33:00.000-04:002006-06-16T09:46:25.206-04:00

ohwhy the haiaut - haitus - hiatoes... *sigh*break, you ask?i'm tweaking my writing style.more like, my writing intent.so for my thousands of readers who lurkingly miss me: (i know you're out there because my counter's still moving! :) and I do have relatives, you know.)i'm still here *waves*and i'll be back.after my brief hiaitus haiaut - haitus - hiatoes ?!...tweak break.see ya soon, bebes

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1149322516892994092006-06-03T04:12:00.000-04:002006-06-03T04:15:17.816-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Flickr Fun, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations. flickr funat 4 a.m.you should go.

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1148828756071682542006-05-28T10:59:00.000-04:002006-05-28T11:07:02.096-04:00

...for java

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1148792232073500082006-05-28T00:30:00.000-04:002007-02-09T09:31:58.299-05:00

tell me what you seeyes, ma'ami, too, saw "a black dot".what do you expect?it was right in the middle of the white spacebesidesi am trained to look for, connect, press on the dotsi am programmed to see what's right in front of mei am predisposed to watch the swirling vortexthus inevitably get swallowed by itwholethe black dotit is so crisp and clear and, well...dottyhow could one not noticeright?

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1148666251057647692006-05-26T13:54:00.000-04:002006-05-26T13:57:31.196-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } normal day, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations. Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are.Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow.~ Mary Jean Irionquote from my angel of a cyberpalJen

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1148438520035672722006-05-23T22:39:00.000-04:002006-05-24T03:29:59.066-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } you wear me out but i love you anyway*, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations. "Motherhood brings as much joy as ever, but it still brings boredom, exhaustion, and sorrow too. Nothing else ever will make you as happy or as

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1148301757019292812006-05-22T08:39:00.000-04:002006-05-23T12:38:33.990-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } circle, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations. Zero Circleby RumiBe helpless, dumbfoundedUnable to say yes or no.Then a stretcher will come from graceto gather us up.We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty.If we say we can,

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1147633531674439012006-05-14T15:02:00.000-04:002006-05-16T22:54:07.476-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } happy moms' day mamay!, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations. yup! that's my mommy.i think she was seventeen here and the year was 1961.this was taken during the holy week celebration called santa cruzanand because my mom

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1147563175392194592006-05-13T19:30:00.000-04:002006-05-13T19:32:55.580-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } grainy, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations. Relationships-of all kinds-are like sand held in your hand. Held loosely, with an open hand, the sand remains where it is. The minute you close your hand and squeeze tightly to

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1146972662580033342006-05-06T23:28:00.000-04:002006-05-06T23:31:02.716-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } chains, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations. “It is a mistake to look too far ahead. Only one link in the chain of destiny can be handled at a time.” Winston Churchill

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1146718628301577642006-05-04T00:54:00.000-04:002006-05-04T00:57:08.436-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } split in two and cracked all over, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations. "The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable."- Kurt Vonnegut

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1146539751545471452006-05-01T22:41:00.001-04:002006-05-03T14:20:50.046-04:00

last night was speciallast night i witnessed something beautiful and powerfullast night i was flooded with intense feelings of both joy and sadnessand i know i will never be the same againCanon 300EThere's a mighty river flowingThere's a mighty river flowingIn this placeAnd it's full of passionFull of powerFull of gloryIt's full of grace~ Hillsong********peacelovejoy~iKat********

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i'm a queen! i'm a queen!well, according to super-creative and generous talent, Ellen, anyway.isn't that the cutest royalty you've ever seen?! nobody has ever done such a fabulous caricature for me. i can't stop grinning from ear to ear.thank you, your highness and i welcome the other new member of the royal blogroll. wooohoooo!!!(such a fitting ending for a very heartwarming funday. will

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1146339886806869452006-04-29T15:44:00.000-04:002006-04-30T19:18:33.466-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } pucker up, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations. i always liked my lips. everyone used to tell me how pink they were. i'm glad i liked them too because it was pretty much the only thing i really liked about myself

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click here quick!(together with MY cutest babies in world, of course.)thanks, punkinmom - who is my 4th blog reader in the world - for allowing me to share beautiful clara through your magical photography.always in awe of your gift, K.other cute flickr "babies" who i am gaga over ~proof_sheetaletheuomaryanne_bmy list of favorites is always growing.this world is so full of passionate, talented,

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1146274371133768812006-04-28T21:32:00.000-04:002006-04-28T23:33:32.543-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Going Bananas, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations. i mean thatL I T E R A L L Y.(just ask marge.)LOL“Motherhood has relaxed me in many ways. You learn to deal with crisis. I've become a juggler, I suppose. It's all a big

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1146008883046366572006-04-25T19:48:00.000-04:002006-04-28T11:47:55.656-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } gypsy in my soul, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations.WHY,you ask? because you threw it all away one day a long time ago.because you chose to be a coward instead of following your heart.because you chose the safe path

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Canon 300EThank you...For teaching me that following one's heart creates miracles in lifeFor sharing your brand of courage with me through your words, travels, connections and disconnectionsFor reminding me that imperfect is perfectly fineFor living your life with gratitude - no matter whatFor showing me your true colors - no matter whatFor looking at me with trusting eyesFor the willingness to

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1145727857939863002006-04-22T13:44:00.000-04:002006-04-22T13:54:39.950-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } blue magic, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations. i could really use some magic in my life right now...ahhhhhhbracadabra!!!bahar, thanks for sprinkling your brand of magic and brightening our otherwise drab morning,

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1145559176854297322006-04-20T14:52:00.000-04:002006-04-21T13:40:48.300-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } oona's bliss, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations.Taken April 16, 2006 Canon PowerShot SD450thank you, oona, for showing mommy the whole sky that day. i love you, bella. "the creative person has to dissolve all shoulds

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1145543362874039552006-04-20T10:29:00.000-04:002006-04-27T09:26:36.226-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } 3 Trees & A Sunset, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations. A Frenchman was crossing the desert with an Arab guide. Day after day, the Arab never failed to kneel on the burning sand and call upon his God. At last, one

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1145327625302924182006-04-17T22:33:00.000-04:002006-04-18T07:34:05.140-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } light me pls, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations. I had the chance to go do Visita Iglesia again after a long time. Visita Iglesia which means Church Visit is the Filipino religious' practice of visiting as many

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1145160390565903952006-04-16T00:06:00.000-04:002006-04-16T00:06:30.703-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } donut monster, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations. Simple joys and pleasuresAre the true and lasting treasures

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1145081428634333222006-04-15T02:10:00.000-04:002006-04-15T02:10:28.740-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } human, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations. just playing in another sandbox recently.come.don't forget shovel and pail.

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1144510884516536182006-04-08T11:41:00.000-04:002006-04-13T02:11:22.210-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } kitchen stories, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations.Canon 300Ejust having fun in the kitchenexperimenting with our new canon sd450.wow, the handheld-ability! ;-) Your Quirk Factor: 65%You're so quirky, it's hard for you

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1144388464932682542006-04-07T01:41:00.000-04:002006-04-20T15:01:30.750-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Lemonade Story 03, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations.Canon 300DOona, TeriyakiBoy, Eastwood, 2005 Have you heard the phrase - A photo is worth a thousand words? Well, if that's the case, this one says it all. Makes me

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1144162443531104962006-04-04T10:54:00.000-04:002006-04-04T11:18:25.206-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Pretty Shiny Things, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations. Canon 300EIn my book, I write about a photographer named Elizabeth Sunday, who said, “I believe in myself. I believe in my vision, my life, my talent, my art more

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1143993635659103622006-04-02T12:00:00.000-04:002006-04-04T10:25:50.573-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Accidental Heartcake, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations. Canon 300E“Small children give you headache; big children heartache”Russian Proverb quotes...and Mom's make pancakesHeartcakes.

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1144183178052111022006-04-01T16:39:00.000-05:002006-04-04T16:40:14.356-04:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Going Home Path, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations. “When you examine the lives of the most influential people who have ever walked among us, you discover one thread that winds through them all. They have been aligned

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1143909690632075212006-04-01T11:41:00.000-05:002006-04-01T11:50:18.303-05:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Pink Rock Fountain, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations.The words that follow strike a very deep cord within. Having grown up exposed mainly to the Western ways of doing and getting, this is absolutely refreshing, familiar,

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1143873127087854332006-03-31T22:32:00.000-05:002006-04-01T01:32:59.583-05:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Happy Nikky, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations.

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.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0pxMy creation, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations. We've been doing a lot of walkingand running and skipping and hoppingand scrutinizing and collectingand tripping and falling down and getting scratched and standing up and

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1143747193946140842006-03-30T14:27:00.000-05:002006-03-30T17:09:57.670-05:00

My Thirteen Alka Seltzers To Help Digest My Daily Chews 1. My creative breaks at the library (thanks, Marge!)/bookstore/Starbucks/movies2. My date days with Hubbyluvy ;-)3. My daily morning walks with the kids4. My coach, Julie5. My once-a-week nanny, C.6. My blogging life7. My coffee-in-the-morning8. My Oprah, Ellen & Americal Idol9. My Canon 300 photos (thank you, Daddy!)10. My

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1143694954834844582006-03-30T00:02:00.000-05:002006-03-30T11:12:43.006-05:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } just curious, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations. The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when he contemplates the mysteries of eternity,

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Kids' Treasures (from our morning walks)Canon 300EThank you Sun, thank you SpringThank you bright and shiny thingsThank you coffee, thank you gamesThanks for keeping me this saneThank you kids, thank you laughsThank you silly, thank you snacksThank you walks, thank you talksThank you pebbles, thank you rocksThank you tv, thank you 'toonsCaillou, Barney, all you loonsThank you yoga, thank you

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"What is REAL?" asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?" "Real isn't how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It's a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you

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ChiquiBaby1.5.jpg, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations. .flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } My Dad took this photo. I was one and a half. And just to prove that my kids are mine - well, at least ONE of them! - and I am not just their Asian nanny, I present

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1143014229023579872006-03-22T02:57:00.000-05:002006-03-23T00:14:14.003-05:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } mishgancake.jpg, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations.Click on pic for more photostories Another love story unfoldsAlbeit long distance for now

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1142886229368978842006-03-20T15:23:00.000-05:002006-03-20T21:43:40.740-05:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } Choking the Chicken originally uploaded by iKat Kreations.Canon 300E 10:00 a.m.I force myself to stop and take stock.This is my sanity break.I need it. Require it. Absolutely can not function without it.In the last three

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1142637700137240162006-03-17T18:21:00.000-05:002006-03-19T13:37:17.733-05:00

.flickr-photo { border: solid 2px #000000; }.flickr-yourcomment { }.flickr-frame { text-align: left; padding: 3px; }.flickr-caption { font-size: 0.8em; margin-top: 0px; } My heart of hearts, originally uploaded by iKat Kreations. Canon 300EI never thought I could have my heart of hearts outside my body until I had my kids.********peacelovejoy~iKat********

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Thirteen Things About This Mama1. I've always known as early as highschool that I wanted kids and wished to have two or three. Voila...3!2. It's true what they say about the first born being washed and wiped and wrung every two minutes, the second one wiped every two hours and the third one... oh don't bother. Let em eat off the floor if they wanna.3. My choosing to be stay-at-home-mom was

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1142460261710970242006-03-15T16:41:00.000-05:002006-03-15T23:12:32.116-05:00

Broken at breakfast Humpty Dumpty sat on a wallHumpty Dumpty had a great wallAll the king's horses and all the king's menCouldn't put Humpty together again.There are days when I feel all down and broken. Days that make me ask painful questions, Did I do the right thing? Is this really where I'm supposed to be? Will I ever have proper sleep again?Then out of nowhere I see something - a faint

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1142491436613554392006-03-15T07:38:00.000-05:002006-03-17T18:29:18.103-05:00

Everyone should carefully observe which way his heart draws him, and then choose that way with all his strength.~ Hasidic SayingImagine my surprise when this all too familiar symbol emerged.I simply intended to slice off the bruised, nibbled-on part of this left-over apple.It's all a matter of perspective.It's all a matter of attitude.It's all a matter of heart.Really.********peacelovejoy~iKat***

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1142371570652455492006-03-14T15:56:00.000-05:002006-03-19T13:30:44.663-05:00

Swiped this fun idea from Leanne who got it from MommaKwho got it from aka_Montywho got if from . . . oh let's just play, shall we? Them’s the rules:1. Choose a search engine (I use Google Images) and click on “Images”2. Choose a 5 random blogfriends (or not random, your choice)3. Think of a word that you feel best describes your blogfriend4. Do an IMAGE SEARCH on that word5. Pick the image that

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1142325431153005662006-03-14T02:03:00.000-05:002006-03-15T22:53:25.833-05:00

Warning: This blog may contain offensive language and foul-smelling bits and pieces of information. Literally. So if you are turd-queasy, get off the page. Now.Our weekend Filipino nanny shared with me some not-so-palatable info about her employer's kids. Apparently it is common practice among these youngsters to pick their noses and eat their boogers. Not only that, one of them has

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1142228249755620612006-03-13T10:17:00.000-05:002006-03-13T10:07:50.780-05:00

My lovely sister, Leslie, (Hi, Mumzylove!) sent me a fresh batch of beeyootiful photos of my sweetheart three month old niece, Alleanda. With a little help from a software called Adobe Photoshop, I came up with this. I'm crazy in love with this little bunny!Andytot, I can see your Mommy's eyes slowly taking their rightful place in yours. Yay! And I thought we lost you to Pappy Pet altogether.

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1142224560590715612006-03-12T11:08:00.000-05:002006-03-14T04:43:00.803-05:00

MunchstersI coined the word a year or so ago after watching the cartoon Monsters Inc. 2,125 times. Sol was the first to get hooked on the movie. Something about Sulley sounding like Sollie, his nickname when he was a baby and Mike Wazowsky just having the same name as his favorite Uncle Mikey. I have to say it is an excellent movie. I'd put it on my Top 10 List of Kid Movies if I had one.Then

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1142098048517955242006-03-11T11:52:00.000-05:002006-03-15T22:55:46.973-05:00

Today, one of my worst nightmares came true.J. is helping my 5 and 3 year olds get ready to leave for their grandparents. There is the usual blissful chaos. On this morning, I choose to be oblivious to it all.J: Bye, honey.Me: (annoyed and whiny) Oh, God, please can i just take a BREAK from being mommy today? Please, please, please, just for today. I just wanna be by myself today. My

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1140286109494617842006-03-07T12:51:00.000-05:002006-03-12T22:15:23.316-05:00

I could not find a picture of the giant woman that will do justice to her "giant-ness" so I picked one that represents her in my mind: a giant glass of bubbly, sunny, vitamin fizzy.Family love rules.It was overwhelming in the beginning. All the mandatory kissing - at least twice, one on each cheek. If you were really fond or want to be extra respectful, you kissed three, four, five more times.

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1141581438497796062006-03-05T12:48:00.000-05:002006-03-06T14:38:40.720-05:00

"Shift your consciousness from thinking to feeling." ~ Suzanne Deason, Yoga IntructorOn Discipline: "People who work out every single day have no problem talking about it. He (Mario van Peebles) and I agreed that we have to get up and go immediately to the gym, pool, wherever our workout is, without doing anything before. "If I get up and think, 'Let me have a cup of coffee first,' it ain't

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1141580916842662832006-03-05T12:05:00.000-05:002006-03-08T23:01:24.540-05:00

Last night's exchange with Child #2, 3.5 yrs:O: (hands on waist) "Mommy, if you don't let me watch Christmas Caillou again, I'm going to tear you."Me: (in kitchen making dinner) "Bella, we agreed, one cartoon before dinner. And what do you mean by tear me, honey? O: "Tear you like paper pieces, like this..." (proceeds to show me shredding motion)WTF?!?Ten minutes later, over dinner:Oona: Mommy

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1141479617263665032006-03-04T08:26:00.000-05:002006-03-04T08:40:17.303-05:00

This one's from my dear brother and photographer par excellánce, Pat Frias:Hi guys!A simple tip to make your pictures stand out from the ordinary...hopeit helps...PatLOLThanks for the laughs, Tito Pat!(And there I was so excited to get another picture trick from my photo guru. I got a TRICK alright!********peacelovejoy~iKat********

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1141317856676395282006-03-02T11:31:00.000-05:002006-03-03T14:39:51.776-05:00

This one's special for Tita Marge and Tito Edmund:Thanks for my cheese that pleases!YUMMMMMY to say the least. Meron pa? LOL********peacelovejoy~iKat********

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13 THINGS I REALLY WANT TO KNOW ABOUT MY BLOGWORLD(Pick 1 or 13...thanks, y'all, in advance for sharing! :-)1. How do you know which topic/idea/issue to blog about for the day?2. How do you prepare for blogging?3. How long before you started your own blog? I know someone who "researched" for four years, FOUR years! I, on the other hand, took one look at Jen's blog and started mine the very

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1141243850926785522006-03-01T14:53:00.000-05:002006-03-02T11:31:40.566-05:00

The day I've been dreading all my mommy-life finally happened. Gym Girl: "Hi! Are they yours or are you just watching them?"McMe: "Oh, they're all mine. Oona, don't climb that machine, it's too high for you! Joshim, you too, DOWN!!!"GG: "(Still smiling) I wasn't sure if you were their nanny or their mom. They're so cute!"WHOA-ah-AWWCH! Not the slightest sign of remorse or even a hint of

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1141159002467363842006-02-28T15:27:00.000-05:002006-03-01T10:30:04.336-05:00

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

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1141160742442507872006-02-27T16:01:00.000-05:002006-02-28T16:05:42.453-05:00

Wanna see a MerKatin training?Come join me on my morning swim. It's a whole lot of fun! Just stay away from the whirlpool. ********peacelovejoy~iKat********

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1140944812795013602006-02-26T03:44:00.000-05:002006-02-27T15:51:00.693-05:00

Mothers' Day Lunch, 2005 ManilaCounting down the days...YAY!********peacelovejoy~iKat********

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1140938304305784482006-02-26T01:37:00.000-05:002006-02-26T04:08:01.186-05:00

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

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1140638647885340342006-02-22T14:59:00.000-05:002006-02-22T22:44:38.853-05:00

This one's for you!Big THANKS and squishy HUGS for the pasalubong.Love you lots.Miss you and Andytot a bunchums.********peacelovejoy~iKat********

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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 gogglesYou can stop laughing now.Total time in pool: 20 minutesLaps: 15 (w/ 5 bubble breaks in between)Whirlpool : 5 oooh-ahhh minutes********peacelovejoy~iKat********

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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

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1140406838988819802006-02-19T22:37:00.000-05:002006-02-19T22:42:55.023-05:00

I LOVE MY OWNA MUST SEE for Mommies & Daddies!My FamilyMy SistersA Baby Shower, LeslieHangin Out, RandySoul-Sister, JoeyCreativeYoohoo, PapaGrandpa!Alleanda Pineda AlbanoSweets from my SweetsBaby Andy UpdateBaked Salmon, Mixed Greens and OprahThe best ever trip homeSpecimens of a SurpriseJ.RoutinesA STAB AT SOULFULSteadfastPrayer For Our ChildrenCourageReleaseMissing PieceAnais NinToo

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Roses from My Hubby Valentine, JackTulips from Marge a.k.a. My BFGMy new favorite blogging girls ~LeanneLenaCheck 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

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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

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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!********peacelovejoy~iKat********

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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

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"Kat's Yoga"Wacom tabletIllustrationFridayAlso available in My Store (shameless plug)********peacelovejoy~iKat********

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Wacom mid-afternoon illustrations My view across the North-East windowBeats doing the dishesor folding laundryanytime.********peacelovejoy~iKat********

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Thirteen Things about Kat1. 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

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1139383110715145002006-02-08T01:11:00.000-05:002006-02-10T02:47:19.956-05:00

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

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You Have a Melancholic TemperamentIntrospective 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

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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.********peacelovejoy~iKat****

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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

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1139028624848828332006-02-03T23:37:00.000-05:002006-02-05T04:53:39.243-05:00

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

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1138981207247961832006-02-01T09:23:00.000-05:002006-02-03T23:34:58.866-05:00

Sol, 5 years oldHe 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

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1138410416181616812006-01-27T19:56:00.000-05:002006-02-02T10:47:05.043-05:00

Candle Care, At Barefoot's Canon Rebel 300DGot a goodie book from a very dear friend today.Which means I'm not hangin out around here much tonight.Tonight, this girl is gonna read her birthday book.And yes, my clean enough is clean ENOUGH. >;-(LOLBIG THANKS, ga. Luv ya to bits!********peacelovejoy~iKat********

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My three fort builders, Oona-Sol-Joshim, Jan. 2006I built a fort with the kids today.A high table, a few pillows, toys, crayons, paper and a whole lot of imagination.The idea came to me after breakfast. I didn't want them vegging-out in front of the tv all day long, my poor kids stuck indoors most winter. It this were back home in Manila, this would not be a problem. Unless there was a typhoon.

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Sol having breakfast, Boracay"It's easy to stand on your head if you have a big head." ~ Sol, Age 5(In reference to a cartoon character named "Dragon" standing on it's head. Yes, it's one big head alright.)********peacelovejoy~iKat********

The Ten O' Clock Habitnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7952371.post-1137909204125252562006-01-22T00:31:00.000-05:002006-01-22T13:16:35.886-05:00

Pretty gifts from pretty pals, Bahar & CarolIn my experienceEverything is a choice.(Ok, Anal Person You, almost everything)In moments of clarityI know this to be trueAnd if I sometimes forgetOr at times deny itNo worries.It always bites meIn the derriere sooner or laterThe way I feel about something or someone ~ my choiceThe way I will act or not act right now ~ my choiceThe way I will react or

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Words to come back to when things are not so bright and shiny in my world.My deepest, biggest THANK YOUS to all who gave these wonderful (read: uber ego booster) comments.(Edited for content/privacy of authors)From my cyberpals and friends-to-be all over the world:Your formal intro. mamakat is by far the most bodasciously suculent, funny, honest, long thought about post I have come across in

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Coach: So what's stopping you from going for it*, Kat? (*the projects = the book, the songs, the productions, the website/community...)Me: I don't have time.I'm too busy.I'm too tired.I'm overwhelmed.Getting what I want will make me more busy, tired, overwhelmed.I don't have enough money for the project. Yet.I don't have enough information. Yet.I'm not ready. Yet.I'll do it tomorrow, next

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WARNING - - - To Mom, Dad and right-winged Christian friends and relatives: CONTAINS UN-FOLK-SY, UN-CHRIST-LIKE LANGUAGE and BEHAVIOR!Stop reading now or risk losing our friendship...forever! (Don't tell me I didn't warn you.) :-pRight now I accept myself for who I am completely. Right now I honor myself and those I love without any judgment nor cynicism. Right now I accept the love and joy

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Marjorie/Bestfriend G., Birthday girl, & Babyluv Bahar* Milestones, Yorkdale Thank you, Marge and Bahar, for making my simple but soulful birthday dinner one that I will always remember. You ladies are gems in my book!!!My day did have lots of sunshine afterall. :-)* my darling sister-in-law, definitely not of the cluttery kind! Bahar "Aunt Badaw" with the kids, Summer 05 And in the sweetness

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Happy Freaking Birthday to Beautiful Me!!!HA! I love me! I adore me! Heck, I AM THE BEST ME I COULD EVER BE.There I was.Good ol me.38 years and 11 minutes old.So very tempted to wallowIn the pit of the emptinessThat seemed to envelope me these daysWith family so far awayAnd hubby on a mission questI was to celebrate this year's birthdayAloneI was having fantasies of surprise birthdaysOf

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What is it, really?This phenomenon that occurs At a particular tender age of our childrenWhen the fascination for the derriere ~Better known as butt, bum, and behind(not excluding substances that emerge from it)Reaches a level of epic proportionThat they think it, speak it, "eat" itEvery two seconds1:00 p.m.Lunch TimeEldest boy (EB): Who has the stinkiest butt?Middle girl (MG): Me! EB: No, me!

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[Note: this is not an endorsement] There it was.The day of the inevitable finally came.Jiggling tits and asses on daytime tv.Not that it hasn't happened before.But this was a first on the quite GP-kid-friendly Ellen Degeneres showWith my three children right smack in front of it.The Pussycat Dolls are currently the most popular girl group in the pop music world.They have this really bouncy hit

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GLAD ClingWrap Ad "Super Mom"I refuse the title.As much as I am tempted to grab it.I am looking for trouble everytime I do so.But lately I've been feeling really good about my SAHM (Stay-At-Home_Mom) self.The house is tidy. And I mean down to the Swiffered (miracle gadget) corners.Thanks to super cleaning productsThe food is fresh. No more left-over mania except for chicken sandwich spread. (

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Egg a la Bella7:45 p.m.Oona: Momeeeeeeeee! I wanted to peel that myself.Me: I don't want you to make a mess. It's hot, too.Oona: But, Mom...(pouting)...I wanna do eeeeeeet...(bouncing agitated on the chair)Me: Okay. Okay. I'll let you peel mine, later. Stop bouncing already. I don't want you to fall off.Oona (3 seconds later) Can I do it now?Me: Later, honey.Oona (5 seconds later) Can

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Sun Fruits Original photoSun Fruits "Recycled" enhanced photo (c/o Adobe Photoshop) Canon 300D9:34 a.m.*ring....ring....""Hello, Front Desk.""Hello, good morning! It's Kat from Unit **5. (confident and bright and sunny.) I was wondering if we currently have provisions for proper garbage disposal for . . . um, for . . . ah . . . you know, garbage that's . . . um...non-perishable . . . garbage for

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My Oona Bella's Strawberry Shortcake who is "Queen for the Day" Canon 300DPhoto inspired by Jen Gray'sbeautiful photographyDate Night.Or Afternoon, or Morning, or even Wee-Hour DatesIt does not matter what time of the dayOr what we do as long as it's fun for usOnce a week, at leastPreferrably dressed fancy-shmancyIf we look good, we feel good.If we feel good, we do good.If we do good, we DO

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All I really need to know about how to live and what to do and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top of the graduate-school mountain, but there in the sandpile at Sunday School. These are the things I learned:Share everything.Play fair.Don't hit people.Put things back where you found them.Clean up your own mess.Don't take things that aren't yours.Say you're sorry when you

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Paper Carnival Collage collaboration with Oona Bella I fell in love with Robert Fulghum's work because of that book. I've been thinking along the same lines. I've come up with something similar and call it:All I really needed to know I learned in Kitchengarten. My blog, my word. Kitchengarten is where one learns how to do domestic stuff like cooking and cleaning, among other things. You

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I was putting the little one to nap the other day And there it was right in front of meThe five things that mattered the most to me at that very momentKids'eye view version (except for the book, of course)I grabbed my camera and took a shot just the sameIt would have been just another ordinary sceneOut of just another ordinary dayBut nopeI chose to make it specialBecause, hey, it is SPECIALIf

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Kids being kids...on the way to watch Narnia movie with Baba Canon 300DI haven't written in...forever!What's my excuse? Nothing! I was just plain lazy to write. *ho-hum*This whole holiday season blitz is making me so tired.Well, now that it's over - thank goodness - life can go back to normal.(Normal...hmmm...what's that, I still haven't figured out.)I remember my parents saying that Christmas

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So there I was, sitting quietly at the dining table, writing my holiday cards, when an almost obnoxious, hurried rapping on the door startles me out of my Christmas-y reverie:*KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK* Who the heck is knocking so loudly at this time, my very sacred coffee break, too.I get up, put on my Breathe/Yoga Girl apron (I was not decent enough so I had to cover up my see-through shirt, lest I

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Dad*Mom, Dinner w/ the family at Penang Hill, Greenhills, during our visit to Andygirl, Nov. 2005Happy belated birthday to you, Mommylove!I'm a week late which is nothing compared to a month late Jack's birthday was last November 10 and nada, nothing, eh!, walaNot even a peep about it on here.Hmmm...I wonder why that wasWe must have been "busy" (read:grumpy?) at that timeMwahahahahahaSpeaking of

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