Another One Bites the Dust

I am excited for our week-long vacay on December. We'll celebrate "Media Noche" with my fam in New Jersey and Christmas with my in-laws in New York. On the 26th its the Hubster's birthday and on the 28th its our 1st wedding anniversary. I am uber-excited.

Anyway, the news about Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher's split is actually not a surprise to me. Part of me wanted them together. Demi Moore is H-O-T! Look at her. She is still rockin' it! Ashton is not that cute anymore. And I don't really like the news of him cheating.

Cheating is something that is unacceptable to me. I am a bit paranoid. Okay, I am sooo paranoid. But I guess I trust the Hubster so much that he might get away with it if deemed be. On second thought, not really!

Cheating is a "Dealbreaker!" If he cheats once, he will do it again. And again. And again. One thing I made clear with the Hubster. I catch him once and that's KAPUT! There will be no turning back!

I pride myself as a loyal person. And I expect nothing less in return. 

I am in Pain

Okay so Alexis Stewart on an interview stated that the book was supposed to be funny. And Martha was okay with the book. I guess I was a bit okay now. Like it matters to them!

Today I cooked "Pork Sinigang" and instead of pechay (bok choy) I substituted it with spinach. I think its okay, Kylee loves it. I marinated pork spareribs for tomorrow.

Its getting a bit chilly nowadays. I have been wearing my pajamas and sweat pants and sweater for the past few days. I hate winter! I do! If I win the lotto I will buy a mansion in Florida and stay there until winter is over. But I don't even buy those ticket so I just have to content myself hibernating in my crib.

I started a new blog strictly for my newfound love for photography. If you wish to speak with me regarding a new project I am open to conceptualize with you. I am working on a Rapunzel and Mother-Daughter theme. I just cant look for a good location.

I'm a bit disturbed with this weather. My back is killing me and I am literally dying.

My One True Love

I watched the 2nd part of the Kim Kardashian wedding and I must say, It was Awesome!!! She changed into 3 outfits. I was in awe of the 2nd gown. Not a big fan of the first but the gown she wore for her 1st dance was amazing!

As I have stated on my Facebook, I must have been making sense on my blog because I have readers from countries I know no one of. Sure I know peeps from PI and UAE. And some from Italy, Australia, Germany, Kuwait, Denmark, Cyprus and Singapore. But Slovakia, Ireland and India? I was flattered. Thanks.

Today there is yet another tingling sensation at the back of my head. It felt that it was inside. Like in my brain. Maybe I will die soon. It's not going to be a big loss. I am no Steve Jobs. Some people might even rejoice. I literally told the hubster this morning that I might have a brain tumor as diagnosed by the hypochondiacs' favorite doctor, WebMd.

In connection with my recent diagnosis please allow the "drama queen" in me to write something for the Man who made me realize that life is nothing if not shared with the man you love.

Dear Hubster,

I know that I am a gigantic force to be reckoned with. I feel that sometimes you want to shake the living hell out of me. But instead, you hold my hand and kiss me. I admit that I am not the easiest person to deal with. I am difficult and set a bar too high to reach. But you understood me. You get me. I think you are the sole man who gets me. And that alone is a big deal for me.

Sometimes I get to be so bitchy but you just continue loving me.

Thank you for the romantic dinners we shared in our shabby poker table. I love everything you cook. Not a big fan of the sandwiches though. The main dishes are absolutely amazing. I love you for taking good care of me. Thank you for being there when I needed to shout at someone or whenever I feel the need to have a kiss. But mostly when I am on my rollercoaster emotions. You get me. You really get me.

I may not be the perfect wife you envisioned to be with but I promise to try. I promise to be a better friend and a better cook and a better lover and a better wife. For as long as I am breathing I will promise to try.

On my "dying moment" if I can still speak I will speak of you. I will speak of love and I will speak of you. Of all the gazillion people in the world he brought me to you. And that must have meant something. There is a God. Who wanted me to be happy. And I think he wanted you to be happy too. So I will try to be a better me. I will try baby.

And if I get to be older (hopefully wiser!) I will still hold your hand and kiss you every night and every waking morning of our lives. You are my ally and be assured that I am yours.

I told you once: If you cant accept my worst, you do not deserve my best! And you got me. You really did!

I love you. I love you. I love you and most especially, I love you.

Always and Forever,

Wifey

The Kim Kardashian Wedding

I just finished watching a marathon of The Real Housewives of New Jersey and I chanced upon the Kardashian wedding. Its actually a two-part so the wedding prep was aired tonight and tomorrow will be the wedding.

In my opinion, of all the Kardashians I think I like her best. I was addicted at one point with the show but I am more of the Real Housewives addict. Anyway, I have seen that every time her sisters pick on her but I guess she was the prettiest and the most sensitive to her Mother. I like how she cancelled all her appointments just to be beside her Mom who wanted to have her chin fixed. By the way, they showed a part of the actual operation. I nearly fainted.

When Khloe Kardashian married Llamar Odom, she opted to be given away by her brother Rob K. I was appalled by that gesture. It was Bruce Jenner (Decathlon Olympic Gold Medalist) who raised them. I'm sure Khloe has her reasons but I guess I just liked Kim better now that I have known that she was given away by Bruce. The man who raised them and continued giving support to their family.

No disrespect but I would personally want to be given away by my Uncle, Papa Vi. He proved to be my strength during my time of desperation. He opened my eyes to be spiritual. I remembered having bible studies when I was a kid. He inculcated a lot of good things to us. He patiently looked for me when I decided to ran away from home at 15. He is always supportive. He sent me to school to get my degree in Hotel and Restaurant Management. He taught me how to love work.

I remembered vividly when he told me, "If you are asking God for something be specific." And I did, I prayed for a husband just like him. And that was exactly what I had.

Patient. Loving. God-fearing. Kind. Hardworking. 

I miss you Papa! See you soon! I love you!

Lovin' Life

I remembered thinking last night, what if I die tomorrow? What happens next? I guess everybody should be ready with all those what if's? So I decided upon waking up today, though my back is killing me, I need to continue living, being domesticated that I am right now, organize my closet and that includes my accessories, sell stuff I cant get into (sucks to be a fatty!) and plan more of GIVEAWAYS!

A lot of people would think that I am Ms. Material Girl! Though I would disagree with the whole context, I will probably agree. I love shopping. Not the spending but the idea of the good things in my cart makes me giddy! Its like an adrenaline rush. As you all know, Beamer is a bit of a "saver" and somehow he influenced me. So when I go to a shopping mall, I packed my cart and savor the good items I have. Then before check-out I slowly discard them and stick to what I need rather than what I want. You will really be surprised that you really do not need a lot! 

Yesterday, I brought Kylee on a shopping spree. The little girl was excited and she just cant hide it! She was all so giddy and laughing a lot. We got pants (pink, fuchsia and violet) and leggings and a dress. The most important thing of all, her boots. I wanted the purple girly boots for her but she insisted of a black one. I asked her why and she replied with the most sensible answer: I want something like yours! That answer is best and so the narcissistic ME gave in. Beamer was patiently waiting in the parking lot doing his fantasy football while Kylee and I were having a blast.

The best thing about yesterday was finding the best fairy wings. It was the hubster who found it and showed it to us. We also had the Bunny costume for Kylee. She wanted to have the boots to go with it. Beamer was really not pleased because he can be a bit uptight. We bought the tutu and bunny ears and he wanted a real bunny. I said, fun and girly bunny is actually the trend.

All I know is that we will have FUN!

I realized that, in order for us to live life we have to savor each moment. I am now into building memories. True, I love material things but its only because I love the finer things in life. I love looking at all pretty things and I love wearing all cute stuff. I love dressing the hubster everyday and I will most probably not get tired of that. I am just embracing all the good things that has happened to me. I am thankful to the unseen mover of all for giving me all the fine things in life. For my supportive family. For the real friends. For my roadies. For my wonderful hubster who just keeps getting better. I realized he really gets me. He does. And that is the most important thing of all.

I love you all. 

My Wedding Gown

During my City Hall wedding I was appalled by my hair. I felt like a lunatic. And everyone who knew me probably realize that I am not going to post a lot of those photos. It was a bad hair day. But the Farm Wedding, I was thankful to my friend, Maricel Santerre for the hair and make-up. Also to Phiay who painstakingly made sure gazillion hair pins will hold my hair.

I am thankful to a lot of people and I guess I did not mention them during our "Thank You" speech because I was so tired and stressed and wanted to strangle a few people who wanted to ruin my day.

I would like to thank my new family, The Lods family for being there and for their assistance. I am grateful and appreciative that you have welcomed me in the family with open arms. Each and everyone of you made our day special. 


To Cousin Tony Dominioni and Liza, thanks for my drinks and making me feel a little bit calmer during the wedding. 

To the Sunaz family. To my Father, Auntie Esther, Dudz and May for helping out when all hell broke loose. Thank you.

To the Sacayan-Llacer family. I am grateful that you drove 17hours from Durham, North Carolina to Seekonk, Massachusetts. Thank you for helping me with the decors. 

To Maricel Santerre, my new friend who loves "laing", Thank you for the help with my hair and make-up and for organizing the maniped a day before. 

To the Salazar's family, you guys are the best. Thank you for being a trooper. The kids are phenomenal and really well behaved. And you guys drove all the way from Canada to Massachusetts just to make sure that everything will fall to its place. Thank you so much!

To Phiay Carino Photography.

Thank you for the amazing photos! You're the best!

To Sugar (my lil' sister) who made sure that everything is fine and in order. For calming me down. For the love and support. For everything. Love you and Kulas bunch!

To my Nanay, my number one fan! Thank you for making sure that I will keep my sanity. 

To all of you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. I love you all. Words are not enough.

All Apologies

Francis Farm-Rehoboth, MA

My apologies for not blogging sooner. After the Farm Wedding (and my birthday) last September 17 which ended at 4pm at the Farm, I collapsed on my bed. By 8pm we went to the after party in Ramada where the hubster got a room. Apparently he was pushed in the pool and his phone was all wet. I on the other hand just stayed in our crib with my fam.

I had 2 shots of tequila and I was hammered. The next day I went to the john like 10 million times. I was dehydrated and vomitted my esophagus. I was a wreck! But I woke up around 3pm and met my friend, Mommy at the Cliff Trail in Newport with my fam.

The next day we went to Cape Cod.

The 20th I went shopping with my fam.

The 21st, everybody left. That was the start of me being SICK!

I am still sick today. I called Francis Farm for some details which needed to be fixed. And it was!

I will be posting the wedding photos soon. Probably on my secret blog which will now be revealed as the wedding is over.

Thank you for understanding, my roadies.

A Sun-Shiny Day

I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,
I can see all obstacles in my way
Gone are the dark clouds that had me blind
It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)
Sun-Shiny day.

Yesterday I had a "discussion" with the hubster. I apologize if I cant reiterate the content because of personal reasons. That, or this an open BLOG therefore peeps can actually access it at any given time. Hehehe!

Today it will be another busy day. I have to make some Farm Wedding decors and do some chores. We also need to visit David's Bridal so I can actually look at some wedding gowns. Hey, I'm not at all looking for a fab dress, I am actually for once going with the theme. Hehehe!

I wanted a simple white or ivory gown. Something which would compliment my figure. 

After which we might go to the Pearce's crib because they invited us for a pool party. I know, I know...I wont probably be swimming but I guess the hubster wanted to see his friends and Kylee (my foster kid) would like to flaunt her new Dora swimsuit.

Just in case I don't blog this weekend: 

On the morrow I will be out shopping. I might look for my wedding shoes too.

On Sunday, we will be attending Angelin's birthday bash. Which reminds me, I have to give the specification of the dress to her mom, Mars.

The unseen mover of all has a funny way of intervening with our plans but I am not perturbed. I know everything happens for a reason.

A Drizzle in the Farm

Beamer & I were on crossroads last week because of a slight drizzle on our Farm Wedding. It both threw us and left me speechless. Well, those who knew me would never doubt I can pull this out. And those who think they are stepping on me doesn't really realize that they're up for a surprise.

Anyway, since the drizzle I was thinking whether I should wear a white wedding dress or yellow. Both my lil' sis & Sissy, opted I wear white. Now, the truth is, I am sort of thinking practically. But hey! We only live once, right?

On the morrow, Beamer & I will be negotiating with a wedding vendor (more details are revealed on my secret blog) which will make or break the event. I hope everything comes to its place, then I can breath and start stressing with something else. I hope that some people will be more of an ally rather than kibitzers.

As a word from my lil' sister: "How dare you doubt my powers, you puny insect!"

Life in PINK

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."

Marianne Williamson from A Return To Love: Reflections on the Principles of A Course in Miracles
(My favorite quote from Nelson Mandela)

Today (just recently) before Beamer left for work he said: If you go to the store please dont wear sexy clothes. I thought the hubster was not the jelly-belly type. Hehehe!

Of course when I go to the store (which is my exercise) to get some unnecessary stuff (the essentials are done in Walmart etc) or mail letters, I wear shorts and a shirt. And I dont think of it as sexy clothes. When I was in my teens, I was never sexy. I have literally no boobs and you can easily  mistake me as a boy. But when I hit the 20's I started growing them and now I felt so conscious with it. Moral of the story: Be careful what you wish for. Hehehe!

As I am a mood dressing shoe-paholic, I have to admit that there are times I dress down just so others can flaunt theirs. Sometimes I feel that I don't have to upstage the host and that bugs me. I am done playing nice! This is my time to shine!

NB: My Farm wedding plans became a nightmare but I am positive that we will overcome this obstacle.

 I can. I will. I believe.