Mama Bear’s Adventures

Karl surprised me today. Everytime I ask him to write, he would refuse. He would say, Mama I can’t do it, it’s too hard! (sarap batukan, pa ingles ingles pa, kaya napipilitan tuloy ako mag practice hehe)

So today I asked him to draw, to develop his skills for writing. I gave him a piece of chalk, then he asked me, ano id-drawing ko mama? I said, kahit ano, and think of simple things to draw. I said, draw a ball, a tree, or a sun. Sun? OK. Then he started "drawing" the sun. S-U-N

I was really surprised. I know he can read, but I didn’t know he could write, more than that, he spelled the word! (uhm, I know pala he could write the letters A, B, C, D, and K-A-R-L of course)

Then I asked him to write more 3 letter words.

I’m so happy, and proud, of course I took pictures.

Note: his first word SUN is at the lower right corner, he still doesn’t know that one should write from top to bottom, left to right. So it was smudged already. But it is still readable if you click the picture.

I was reading a friend’s blog, an article is about screaming kids inside a church.

This is another issue where I have mixed feelings with. On one hand, being a parent myself, I cannot help but sympathize with the parents of the screaming kid. Before, I thought that parents who let their kids play or shout or do whatever other than participate in the service are just irresponsible and inconsiderate. But when I had Karl, I soon understood that it is a very hard job to keep kids still inside a church, well depending of course to the kids temperament.

On the other hand, I also want some peace and quiet when attending church services, to be able to concentrate and understand what the priest is saying.

Other church goers are fortunate to have wailing rooms in their churches. This way, parents with hyperactive kids can still attend services without disturbing other people and receiving "the glare".

In fairness to my kids, they don’t shout inside churches, they just want to play. Ami sometimes wants to play outside, now this is when she would cry, then we get "the glare" haha. When we cannot control her anymore, we just give in, one of us will go out with her and be contented with just listening. Most of the time we bring toys with us, just to make them stay with us inside the church. I am hoping that even if they are playing, some of the things that we do will sink in. But sometimes it backfires, they bang the toys thus attracting more attention.

It sometimes crosses our minds to just leave the kids at home, they don’t understand what’s going on anyway. But Luke 18:15-17 points us in the right way.

• Kapag galit na siya sa kuya niya sisigaw siya ng "Kay! Sa! Dawa!" - Kuya! Isa! Dalawa!
• Kapag may gusto siyang gamit/toy na ginagamit ng kuya niya, sasabihin niya share, pero ang ibig nyang sabihin ay akin yan.

Matagal tagal na din kaming hindi naka pasyal sa Tagaytay. Saka dati pumupunta kami doon pero hindi naman kami naglilibot, nagpapalamig lang talaga. Napag usapan lang namin mag asawa na mag overnight doon.

Hindi ko alam kung ano pa pwede puntahan doon, takot naman ako tumawid ng lake na kasama mga bata. Sa highlands naman, wala naman kaming kakilala na pwede magbigay ng day pass sa amin. So far ang mga naiisip ko puntahan, as usual picnic grove, hindi ko pa nabisita ang Palace in the Sky, gusto ko hanapin yung flower farm, Japanese garden. Masyadong mahal daw ang Sonia’s saka baka maka istorbo lang kami doon kasi may 2 kids, ang alam ko ay tahmik doon e. Oo nga pala, syempre mamimili ng mga fruits and vegetables.

Overnight lang naman so siguro on na yun.

I feel cleaner when I wash my hands with soap and water than by using hand sanitizers. In public toilets like in malls, most of the time there is no soap available, just water. In this case, you would be better off with the hand sanitizer, or if you don’t have any, don’t wash your hands at all.

<gross story follows>

The other day, we were at SM, I went to the toilet, then there was this lady changing her baby’s diaper, she was washing the baby’s bottom in the sink. The toilet has the type of faucet that you would press a knob and then water will come out then it will automatically shut off.  So the lady presses the knob with one hand while she steadys the baby with the other, washed the dirt off the baby’s bottom, the water is not enough so she pressed it again, with the same hand that she used to wipe the baby’s bottom, and again, and again. After she was contented that she had done a good job, she put a new diaper on the baby then went away, without even rinsing the knob. YUCCKKK!!!!

See what I mean? So always have that sanitizer ready.

We left the house at around 8 am, we wanted to go earlier but we had to wait for my sister who works night shifts. Then we went to Bulacan to fetch my mom and brother.

I expected to be on the beach at about 10:30-11, but we encountered heavy traffic congestion on Gapan-Olongapo road (I think, navigation is sooo not my forte). The kind of congestion that makes one say “what the ****?” The kind where the road suddenly clears up and you wonder what was causing the congestion, there’s no accident, no school, church or mall, which are common bottlenecks, no apparent reason. Well maybe there was an accident but it was cleared up when we got there.

Anyway, we arrived at All Hands beach at way past 12. We ate lunch first then we hit the water… And the water hit us back! Something in it was making us itch, but there were no marks of bites or stings. Every so often Karl would say “ang kati!!!” but would refuse to leave the water, or at least the water’s edge where he makes sand sculptures. Speaking of sand, Karl loves to play in the sand; Ami on the other hand would not even touch it. She would ask to be carried when the water is shallow and her foot touches the sand.

We left the beach before it was dark, I don’t remember the time. On our way back home, there was again traffic congestion on Gapan-Olongapo road again! This time we saw what was causing it, an accident between a car and a motorcycle.

It would have been a perfectly lousy day had it not been for the contented and happy looks on the kids’ face. Karl even said, “I like the beach, there are many good things on the beach.” And that makes it all worth the hassles.

I was writing an entry about our Subic trip, but when I hit the save button, there was a write error.

Naman parang hindi ako Comp Sci! I should have known better than to compose online. Ano pa nga ba e di nawala yung sinulat ko… next time na lang ulit hmph!

*kicks self*

In relation to my previous post… Here is one of them old e-mails from college. Enjoy !

The Shit List

THE GHOST SHIT
The kind where you feel shit come out, see shit on the toilet paper, but there’s no shit in the bowl.

THE CLEAN SHIT
The kind where you feel shit come out, see shit in the bowl, but there’s no shit on the toilet paper.

THE WET SHIT
You wipe your ass fifty times and it still feels unwiped. So yo end up putting toilet paper between your ass and our underwear so you don’t ruin them with those dreadful skid marks.

THE SECOND WAVE SHIT
This shit happenes when you’ve finished, your pants are up to your knees, and you suddenly realize you have to shit some more.

THE BRAIN HEMORRAHAGE THROUGH YOUR NOSE SHIT
Also known as "Pop a Vein in your Forehead Shit". You have to strain so much to get it out that you turn purple and practically have a stroke.

THE CORN SHIT
No explanation necessary.

THE LINCOLN LOG SHIT
The kind of shit that’s so enormous you’re afraid to flush it down without first breaking it up into little pieces with the toilet brush.

THE NOTORIUS DRINKER SHIT
The kind of shit you have the morning after a long night of drinking. It’s most noticeable trait is the tread mark left on the bottom of the toilet bowl after you flush.

THE "GEE, I REALLY WISH I COULD SHIT" SHIT
The kind where you want to shit, but even after straining your guts out, all you can do is sit on the toilet, cramped and farting.

THE WET CHEEKS SHIT
Also known as the "Power Dump". That’s the kind that comes out of your ass so fast that your butt cheeks get splashed with the toilet water.

THE LIQUID SHIT
That’s the kind where yellowish-brown liquid shoots out of your butt, splashes all over the side of the toilet bowl and, at the same time, chronically burns your tender poop-chute.

THE MEXICAN FOOD SHIT
A class all its own.

THE CROWD PLEASER
This shit is so intriguing in size and/or appearance that you have to show it to someone before flushing.

THE MOOD ENHANCER
This shit occurs after a lengthy period of constipation, thereby allowing you to be your old self again.

THE RITUAL
This shit occurs at the same time each day and is accomplished with the aid of a newspaper.

THE GUINESS BOOK OF RECORDS SHIT
A shit so noteworthy it should be recorded for future generations.

THE AFTERSHOCK SHIT
This shit has an odour so powerful than anyone entering the vicinity within the next 7 hours is affected.

THE "HONEYMOON’S OVER" SHIT
This is any shit created in the presence of another person.

THE GROANER
A shit so huge it cannot exit without vocal assistance.

THE FLOATER
Characterized by its floatability, this shit has been known to resurface after many flushings.

THE RANGER
A shit which refuses to let go. It is usually necessary to engage in a rocking or bouncing motion, but quite often the only solution is to push it away with a small piece of toilet paper.

THE PHANTOM SHIT
This appears in the toilet mysteriously and no one will admit to putting it there.

THE PEEK-A-BOO SHIT
Now you see it, now you don’t. This shit is playing games with you. Requires patience and muscle control.

THE BOMBSHELL
A shit that comes as a complete surprise at a time that is either inappropriate to shit (ie. during lovemaking or a root canal) or you are nowhere near shitting facilities.

THE SNAKE CHARMER
A long skinny shit which has managed to coil itself into a frightening position - usually harmless.

THE OLYMPIC SHIT
This shit occurs exactly one hour prior to the start of any competitive event in which you are entered and bears a close resemblance to the Drinker’s Shit.

THE BACK-TO-NATURE SHIT
This shit may be of any variety but is always deposited either in the woods or while hiding behind the passenger side of your car.

THE PEBBLES-FROM-HEAVEN SHIT
An adorable collection of small turds in a cluster, often a gift from God when you actually CAN’T shit.

PREMEDITATED SHIT
Laxative induced. Doesn’t count.

SHITZOPHERENIA
Fear of shitting - can be fatal!

ENERGIZER vs DURACELL SHIT
Also known as a "Still Going" shit.

THE POWER DUMP SHIT
The kind that comes out so fast, you barely get your pants down when you’re done.

THE LIQUID PLUMBER SHIT
This kind of shit is so big it plugs up the toilet and it overflows all over the floor. (You should have followed the advice from the Lincoln Log Shit.)

THE SPINAL TAP SHIT
The kind of shit that hurts so much coming out, you’d swear it’s got to be coming out sideways.

THE "I THINK I’M GIVING BIRTH THROUGH MY ASSHOLE" SHIT
Similar to the Lincoln Log and The Spincal Tap Shits. The shape and size of the turd resembles a tall boy beer can. Vacuous air space remains in the rectum for some time afterwards.

THE PORRIDGE SHIT
The type that comes out like toothpaste, and just keeps on coming. You have two choices: (a) flush and keep going, or (b) risk it piling up to your butt while you sit there helpless.

THE "I’M GOING TO CHEW MY FOOD BETTER" SHIT
When the bag of Dorritos you ate last night lacerates the insides of your rectum on the way out in the morning.

THE "I THINK I’M TURNING INTO A BUNNY" SHIT
When you drop lots of cute, little round ones that look like marbles and make tiny splashing sounds when they hit the water.

THE "WHAT THE HELL DIED IN HERE?" SHIT
Also sometimes referred to as The Toxic Dump. Of course you don’t warn anyone of the poisonous bathroom odour. Instead, you stand innocently near the door and enjoy the show as they run out gaggin and gasping for air.

THE "I JUST KNOW THERE’S A TURD STILL DANGLING THERE" SHIT
Where you just sit there patiently and wait for the last cling-on to drop off because if you wipe now, it’s going to smear all over the place.

Nahalukay ko lang ito sa files ko… wala lang, pang aliw. Search for the mp3 na lang.

Ode to My Car
by Adam Sandler

Here we go…
No, no, no
<ooooh, ooooh>

Piece of shit car
I gotta piece of shit car
The fucking pile of shit
Never gets me very far

My car’s a big piece of shit
‘Cause these shocks are fucking shot
And my seatbelt’s fucking broken
I got to tie it in a knot

<It’s a piece of shit>

I can’t see through the windshield
‘Cause it’s got a big fucking crack
And the interior smells real bad
‘Cause my friend puked in the back

<It’s a piece of shit>

Refrain:
<Piece of shit car>
Piece of shit car
<He gotta piece of shit car>
..

O fuck you, car

It’s got no CD player
It only got the 8 track
Whoever designed my car
Can lick my sweaty nut sack

<They can bite his ass too>

And i got no fucking brakes
I’m always way out of control
Eleven times a day
I hear, "Hey watch it asshole"

<The fucking piece of shit>

Refrain

O what the fuck did I do
What the fuck did I do
What the fuck did I do
To get stuck with you
You’re too (?) for drive through
And you smell like the shoe
But I’m too broke to buy something new
O, fuck me

Instrumental

The engine likes to flood
The car always fucking stalls
And the seat cushion’s got a big rip
So a spring always pokes the balls

<Ouch, ouch, ouch>

Plus the door locks are busted
I got to use a fucking coat hanger
<Put a pain in his ass>
And if a girlie sees my car
There’s no chance I’ll ever bang her

<He never ever get the pussy>
Hey, shut up

Refrain

No fucking tires
No rear view fucking mirror
Seven different colors
Fucking lead for a gas cap
Tail pipe making sparks fly everywhere
Woooh
The whole town thinks I’m a loser

Cabbie, give me a push

Wala lang, summer na eh. Punta kami sa Subic this Saturday, syempre dun lang para malapit lang. Try namin sa All Hands or Officers, magkatabi lang naman yun, nagpapa reserve ako e kaso 10  lang kami, hindi daw sila nag rereserve pag ganun lang daw kadami.

Kung nabasa nyo ito before Mar. 11, tara lets!!! KKB syempre hehe.