I Don't Know. It's Just Something.

This morning I woke up with David Byrne's "You May Find Yourself" playing in my head.

I used to read his blog. He visited Manila a few years ago. If I recall he took his bike...

It Just Keeps On Rolling.

A hard week or a hard day doesn't necessarily mean it's been a bad week or a bad day. That's my positive thought for the day. Or so I've been telling myself... In reality, I feel like pushing the armoire against the door so nobody can come in.

When The Meh Factor Increases.

I knew it would be a meh day when I woke up with a splitting headache. Maybe TLG sensed it too. He opted to stay in bed. So two advils later, I found myself trudging down the aisles pushing a cart that seemed to weigh as much as a dead orka. The Coors song in the background only made me want to cry. The Dynamic Duo C and B were doing their shopping. I was too distracted to notice that C didn't follow our m.o. Hence, the near identical outfits. B calls it "the old lady uniform." (When did a white tee and jeans become old school?) I spent the better part of the afternoon going over my closet. I had been saving my favorite pregnant jeans. It reminded me of a happy time: The anticipation of TLG and all that came with motherhood. Not to mention, they were just a really great pair of jeans. This afternoon though, they looked different. Almost smaller. Since I was in a masochistic mood, I decided to try them on. Pregnant pants fit. Mind you, I am not pregnant. Plus they turned into capris. Did they shrink? Did I get taller? Oh sheep. Clearly it's time to say goodbye.

My horoscope says my "Cancerian passion will ignite, so look forward to a great sex life this month." Now I am just laughing. And in the words of TLG, "I am serious. I really am."

Man(ny) of the Hour

Spent the morning at the Legaspi Market watching the Manny Pacquiao fight with TLG and the Dynamic Duo C. and B. Everyone crowded round the large screen telly cheering wildly. TLG and I found the perfect spot by the bico and suman vendor. So we stood there, enjoying our crepes and cotton candy. It was a perfect day. Not too hot but sunny. The Pacman did us proud. And I had a darned good crepe. Plus TLG didn't complain!

Another Saturday

It's our first Saturday without M. TLG surprised me by getting dressed and brushing his teeth without any prodding. All done by ten am. Then off we went to Seattle's Best to have our

routine cap. And in TLG's case, an order of spaghetti. The dynamic duo C. and B. decided to join us at the super mercado. TLG packed his little cart with the essentials: industrial sized chocolate Quick, Strawberry syrup, a box of strawberries (even though he doesn't eat them), ten cups of swiss yogurt (the current fave), Gatorade, juice, three boxes of cereal (one for Big B), a tub of vanilla ice cream and orange popsicles ("I don't eat chocolate ice cream anymore. I'm serious."). He even managed to remember in his toiletries. (baby bath, mouthwash, toothpaste). I was impressed.

M. if youre reading this, I think you would have been very proud of TLG. He took the initiative today and came forward. We had a good day. We miss you lots. Have a great Saturday.