Morning Drive Time

Having an eight year age gap is one of the best (sometimes frustrating) aspects of our relationship.

Let's just say when I tell him to play just the way you are, he will automatically think of Billy Joel, not Bruno Mars. Nothing wrong with that, personally, the piano man rocks - pero sana maki-billboard top 10 tayo ng slight, no?;)

So, come to, every morning, (since he drives) he chooses the station; and our music is old school hip hop. Minsan may panaka-nakang hip hop song na alam ko (hip hop hurray, ho, hey, ho!), but most of the time, good luck.

Sigh.

Kape't Pandesal

It's my second cup of coffee at 10:35am. First at 7:00am...

Mr. P is off to work one Saturday every month, and this is when I feel most like a housewife. I think, by default, most wives (or women) would clean their homes when the husband is away.

In a span of three hours, I've loaded the laundry, loaded the dryer, folded the clothes,de-cluttered the apartment, cleaned the kitchen, the stove, washed the dishes, sprayed the bathroom, watered the plants, prepped the chicken for lunch, cut the coupons for the week, swept the floor...

Now I'm here sitting, having my second cup of coffee and pandesal, (flashback to our helper at home, having coffee and pandesal after she did her chores for the morning). Hahaha, the worst part about it is, I'm enjoying it. Wait until it's my 60th Saturday though, malamang sinusumpa ko na to - OR wait til we get our TV, walang chore2! Haha. Oh, gee.. I miss having helpers, sometimes.

Doe-eyed-fear thought: Paano na lang kung maging tatay at nanay na kami? Kaya namin to! Exciting!

Hay, for now, long way to go, Saturday. still have to cook, get some groceries, mop the floor, change the beddings, (take a shower) bago dumating si ser.

My Dear Shoes

I miss wearing you, my eff me high heels.



I told Mr. P to bring me to a nice place where I can wear my high heels, he said, "Sure, I know this nice strip club.." then Pak! (may lamok.)

Being Married Series

This may be a first of a series of how being married is like, and how things are changing for me.

I'm not complaining. It's the truth. It can sometimes be frustrating, but it sure is amusing (for me). I'm getting the hang of this marriage life, bit by bit.

So, today, I was scheduled to go to the salon for a Brazilian blow-out hair straightening service (brazilian straightening is different from brazilian wax, it's straightening for your crown of hair, not straightening your.. oh, I won't go there.)

Anyway, this Brazilian-straightening-of-your-crown-hair thing is a bit expensive, $290! (without tip in-fact, and I almost felt faint.)

The thing is, if I were single, I wouldn't even think about it. I would justify the salon visit as a reward (as most women would). I deserve it, I'm working hard, and I need to pamper myself once in awhile. Now, I have to think twice, even if I was already inside the parlor...

I did back track, thinking we were doing the grocery today.. stupid food, who needs to eat anyway?

Needless to say, I did't get the straightening thingy, even if my hair looks like this:



Yaks.