Teach me how to dougie

Loving this song... When I first heard it, I thought it said "TEACH ME HOW TO DANCE." Tried to look for the lyrics and got dismayed when I found out that the actual line's "TEACH ME HOW TO DOUGIE." Wiki saved the day. Apparently "dougie" is a dance. It's groovy. Love the beat and the spunk. Nevermind the lyrics. The rhythm compensates for the lousy word salad.

Badly need this

in the interest of:

1. Time
2. LPG consumption
3. Higher levels of satisfaction (think: Kare-Kareng tuwalya, Callos, Pata Tim, Bulalo, etc.)

Snaps snaps for B1

Received a message from B1 last night. The news felt WAAAY better than finding out that a friend (or me) is getting married or will become a mom. She's going to say goodbye to the corporate world to become a full-time mom. She may work-from-home though.

Standing ovation!!!

Teardrops.

B1 is one of the many weekend moms that I know (myself included). It's been our shared dream to one day be able to stay in the same house with our kids... ok fine, to be full-time home makers.





Hats off to E for keeping to his promise and for giving what was not even asked. I know he's not cheesy and all but I swear to all the Gods, I will hug him the next time I see him. And if he gets to make Dream#0 (higher than 1) come true for B1, I will worship him for the rest of my life.

Dream#0 is another shared dream between me and B1... can't share it. Not so controversial items in the list of dreams include learning how to bake (she already knows how to do that), having a kick-ass garden, living in the same neighborhood, bringing sexy back, etc., etc., etc.

I miss B1 terribly.

Favorite Halloween

Since it's almost time for the big H, here are two favorite images from the past.



This photo came from an era in my work life when I was REQUIRED to join company events - as part of my new role. I was miserable at work and in so many aspects of my personal life. The concept was liberating. I got to express how I really felt - dead, just going through the motions of existence. I got to walk the way I always do when I'm alone, outside of the office... savoring every image without having to manage non-verbals.

CONCEPT: DEAD WOMAN WALKING
Costume: a hospital gown from the first, and hopefully last, I got hospitalized in Cebu
Make-up: by yours truly
Hair: naturally curly and messy, no gel or anything
Special Details: not captured in this shot are cuff/rope-blood marks on the legs and arms
Special Effects: walked barefoot the entire time in the office; "stared" at people as if I didn't recognize them



This one's a statement against the pretentious middle class (haha!)... especially those that we used to work with. I had class that day. I was able to teach wearing torn "duster," slippers and hair rollers. How many corporate trainers will be able to say the same? I just loveeeed it.

CONCEPT: DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES OF SINGALONG
Costume: duster (actually mine - only use them inside the house)
Make-up: none
Hair: rollers borrowed from someone (forgot who)
Special Effects: we were loud and talked dirty, we kept talking about our "husbands in jail"

Daddy, FYI

This is our two-year old bathroom scale.



A few minutes ago, I saw The Little One (TLO) using it as a trampoline.


Image is from here

Dadda, FYI.

Haha!

Yes, I am.

With the gift that is the Nanny, we have been living like a "real family" for the past couple of weeks. It's like playing house with real chores and bills. :D

With additional responsibilities come additional joys. I get to cook everyday. Hubby and I can no longer live in Clutter-Ville - that means cleaner house. Of course, all of these are only second to living with TLO (The Little One).

The transition from being a weekend mom to working mom has paved the way for interesting discoveries. At work, colleagues poke at my insatiable need for organized ways of doing things, drafting and documenting processes and timelines. I just realized, given that we have TLO and Nanny now, that I am a stickler for organization even at home.

This is how the freezer looks like (5 days worth of food). Leftovers are in food containers and they are neatly stacked in the fridge too.



I have a special notebook for weekly menu.

I have devised a process for planning the market and grocery list (interdependent on the weekly menu).

I have so many other plans inside my head. The next few months will see them come to life.

I don't know if this is still healthy. I bet it is though, because it makes me very happy.